Bright Moon - a land sullied by mystery and the ravaging scars of a terrible fire. Abandoned as a pack land for years, the terra has been used as a gathering place for the brazen and bloodthirsty drawn there by the lingering pall of death. Yet from the ashes there comes an unordained phoenix, the rainbow hues of hope glinting in her mismatched globes. Through the obsidian drapes obscuring the scenery, she alone was able to catch the perfumed aroma of new life on the breeze and hear the sluggish streams flowing ever swifter into the morning.
Thus, with a purpose, she set out to map the incognita, discovering daily the extent of the reawakening and unearthing within herself a desire to return the landscape to its former glory. Now she stands tall as privileged Alpha of the lands, lording over the rock-strewn prairie and bountiful forests with a firm but gentle paw.
Having finally realized her deepest longing to be a queen, Satowra is focused solely on the revival and maintenance of the Bright Moon Pack. Her question to each prospective warrior that comes to the border is simple:
"Do you have what it takes?"
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Posted on April 8, 2018 at 10:35:50 PM by Macaria
__________________________________________ ‘Maybe there is some underlying reason as to why I am awake but something I may not want to share. I am awake because simply that, I am awake and cannot sleep on this night. My den is too lonesome, so laying out here, under the moonlight and in the open while my muscles ache is the best thing that I can do.’ Macaria chuckled. This opposing fae, this Kari, seemed to be suffering from issues that no longer plagued Macaria. Once there was a time that she had trouble sleeping because she was too worried that she would be murdered in the night…After all, she was a naive weakling being held captive in one of the most dangerous packs in the land. And then that had developed into an inability to sleep unless Grey Wind was in the den with her, at her side. Stockholm Syndrome was the name for it, and perhaps that was how it initially came about that the two came to care about each other, but that had only been the beginning. Eventually, once Macaria had transitioned into her mortal version of vampirism and had ruined her nerves with her poppy addiction, she had evolved into a creature better than what she had previously been, a femme fatale that did not only accept who Grey Wind was fully, but could keep up to speed with him, be worthy of him. Had this transition not occurred, the fate of their future together would likely have been less sure - they simply could not have continued to make it work. But now, they were quite a duo, quite a pair, and had certainly gone through innumerable rough patches, namely Macaria’s difficulty with monogamy. But with the new development of having a family together, they were stronger than ever, and at least for the moment, Macaria was settled and content with being only with her mate - her pups had calmed her dark and dangerous desires for other mates, in addition to easing her insatiable appetite for blood. Of course, being a vampire she still fed, but now she mainly fed out of the necessity of it, wanting to be able to feed her pups and keep them well sustained. “If you are so lonesome, why do you not find someone to share it with you. You live in a land crawling with others. Even if you are heterosexual, removing half of your possible mates, that is still a large number to choose from. Take it from me, it is sometimes enough just to have the companionship, even without all of the emotions. Eventually, you will develop them for someone… I did… but enjoy your freedom while you can.” Macaria chuckled again and winked at the ess. “Or if you do not want a stranger sharing your bed, you could always have them ride you under this open sky.” She laughed… though then her ruby crimson eyes took on a sparkly glow as she thought of sharing exactly that with her mate. The thrill of potentially being discovered added it it all... Kari went on to talk about how it was the gods who decided truly whether it was night or day, fair weather or storms, and Macaria shrugged. She believed in the gods, but she was not sure if she believed that everything was their doing. Certainly choosing everything and having no surprises in life would be boring, wouldn’t it? “So we have covered the easy things such as the sky and weather. What else is there, Kari, to talk about? Shall I go first?” Macaria grinned devishly at her. “I uh…” She ran her tongue over her teeth, her desire for blood just barely hiding beneath the surface. “...I’m a vampire, if you have heard of them. If not, it means many things, mainly that I can only survive off of other carnivores and that I should not allow the rays of sun to touch my flesh. I was turned because after whelping my pups, I was about to be bled out. Now, personal details, missy, deal them out. Tit for tat as they say.” __________________________________________ ||Macaria||Femme Fatale of Uyaraut||Vampiress||Grey Wind||Evandros, Kiora, Missandei, Ronan|| |
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