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 June 15, 2018 at 04:44:07 PM by Sabelle
All that glitters is gold; don't believe what you've been told. Filtered rays glittered through the freshly verdant grove. To foreign eyes, unused to this view, it would have looked as though a pair of colored lenses had been placed over their eyes. There was a richer depth to the flora that was blooming and the fauna much to a hunter’s chagrin was more camouflaged than usual. At first it had been a distraction, but eventually it became unusual to see the world without that jaded eye piece. So the young cervid who called this lush alcove her home decided it best to stay within it’s safe confines. Especially through her transitions, which had once more begun. Spring was a time of creation, birth and a celebration of new life. And although she was not new by any means, the crowning antlers atop her crown had shed away for the winter leaving her with stumps of bone hardly covered by fur. Now though, an itching had broken her skin and most days she felt the incessant need to rub those stumps against a tree or whatever else there was available. Eventually it had become to hard to rub the spot as the grew out and curled upwards above her head, a soft velvet sheath still covering them protectively in their developing stage. Sabelle had taken the time to study their growth meticulously each day, wondering whether anything was going to change. She had noticed the young deer in the area, that had aged with the season had much larger antlers than the previous year. Sabelle worried that would indeed be the case with her, but also at the same time it was exciting to think that her antlers would grow with her body. Until now she had been rather proportional and the antler crown that had grown the last season had been perfectly tailored to her. The only nuance is that she had to get used to hunting, running, and generally moving around with them. Her center of gravity seemed to shift more forwards as the rack grew heavier. Sabelle had noticed that new protrusions had grown and deviated from the center stalk of bone. Mirrored almost perfectly to each side. They felt no heavier than the previous year, but Sabelle also accounted for the fact that she too had grown and developed more into her body. A rippling pelt of soft agouti cremes and alabaster robes migrated through the serene forest. A subtle sense of peace settled over Sabelle. She let a small smile grace her lips without thinking of it. It was late in the day, the sun’s rays were sinking beneath the canopy, but Sabelle felt restless. She knew that it would be no avail to traverse all the way back to her den to just lay there eyes wide open. Sabelle had thought to call upon Athene, maybe see how her own rack was progressing, but that too did not hold any interest to her. The pair was not fighting per say, but the warrioress had opened a can of worms that was also a sore spot for Athene. Sabelle had known that the relations between Pierce and Athene had not ended on good terms, but to what extent she did not apparently know. And it did not help that Athene was so rooted in her old packs ways. It had hurt the ex-heiress to hear that her birth had been advantageous over another, because she would have been pitted against them. Two young pups who were her half-siblings died because Athene had never thought to let them live side by side. Train side by side. Were they not stronger in packs because of the idea that two was better than one? Sabelle did not react violently like her father had to this sentiment that Athene had, she knew better than to judge another. Her former pack had been raised with generations of families serving the Alpha. Her own bloodline had been the Beta line. Macon’s family had been the Alpha. Of her own two children Sabelle would have had to decide which to go on a the heir to the throne and the other would have been cast back down to her father, to train as the next Beta. Sure it was not to the extreme of which Athene’s pack had chosen the sole survivor, but to Sabelle the thought of having to put one child in the shadow of the other was enough to cause a rift. On occasion the queen had suggested she let them be raised as two separate individuals so the choice would not be as hard. She had adamantly argued against the Queen and left the topic on a bitter note. A rumbling sigh split the silent air, which was now covered in a dusk, evening light. Steady paw steps stopped and crème pinnae swiveled searching out any telltale sounds. There was no more woodland creatures scuttling around her, because the tree line had thinned to a sparse thicket. Soft sounds of waves crashing against rocky shores reaches her audits. How ironic was it that in her lost rambling thoughts of Athene she had managed to creep up to the border of that pack she laid within. Somewhere within that boundary Athene was likely resting or finishing up a training session with her pups. Sabelle didn’t call out though, instead she trapezed along the border until she came to rest on a cliffs edge. The waves crashed and spattering drops of the salty ocean landed delicately on her pelt. A soft fine mist left a glittering lacquer across her figure. The sun glistened beneath the sea lined horizon, giving it an eerie sea-green hue. Sabelle settle herself on the coast line, her lush tail wrapped delicately around her paws. Her velveteen crowned silhouette majestic against the darkening sky. People lie, people love, people go, but beauty lies in every soul.
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- black.widow.spider. - By Macaria June 22, 2018 at 02:23:19 PM
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