<i>Come On Somebody <sup>Why Don�t You Run</i></sup>

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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Come On Somebody ^{Why Don�t You Run}
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Posted on June 22, 2018 at 02:02:15 PM by Ronan

Ronan�s life had been nothin even close to resembling �normal� Despite living within Uyaraut for his entire life up to this point, the midnight and smoke painted child had not met even a single one of it�s members. Instead, the small family spent their days sleeping, and their nights, roaming the pack, exploring nooks and crannies, splashing and playing within the lukewarm water that bathed so much of the packs borders. Macaria told them they were lucky, and Grey, said not much at all. They were good parents, they fed and took care of all of their pups, loved them equally, as far as Ronan could tell, however, something.... was wrong. Fundamentally.

It was not that Ronan did not enjoy going out with his family, but no matter how many nights they got up, and how many days they slept, Ronan could not stop his little gemstone optics from peeking open during the bright, shiny afternoons, and looking out at the hustle and bustle of the forest. He could not help watching with a fascinated agony as animals scurried past, and sometimes, even... paws. Ronan craved the daylight, and though he could not deny it was fun to splash in the ocean at midnight, or learn to prowl through the woods just before dawn, the agouti pelted lad was always exhausted when his mother called for him to open tiny gazers. He felt like a zombie as they trudged through the pack lands, quiet as mice. His eyes always hung heavy, and his lithe paws always dragged the ground, leaving scuff marks in the dirt.

True to his internal clock, as the sun peaked in the sky, on this gorgeous sunny day, Ronan�s
topaz and fire opal gazers blinked open slowly. Though he was tired from the previous night�s activities, a sort of, electric energy buzzed through him, eager, excited. Today was the day. Today, he was going to explore the light. rising to his feet as quietly as he could, the smoky puppet shift his weight, grains of dirt falling to the ground, dropping quietly. Ronan drops into a crouch from there, keeping his ears tilted toward his parents and siblings the charcoal boy creeps forward, slowly. so. slowly. One foot at a time he inches his way through the dust and dirt of the den, toward the outside. Ronan does not immediately stand when he emerges, he stays in his crouch, blinking, surprised at the brightness of the sun and how it burns his eyes.

The young boy stood, adjusting, absorbing. He finally stands up to his full height, and looks around, everything was so... different. The colors, the vividness of Uyaraut. It was.. beautiful. Eyes dart wildly, not from fear but excitement as his adrenaline returns full force, heartbeat slamming in his ears as his breath catches, trying to take in everything at once. A rush of colors comes at the boy, every vivid, bright shade of green, from the leaves in the trees, a rainbow of colors from the various forest plants. The most striking, beautiful blue he had ever seen, held up in the sky, accented by the prettiest, fluffy white clouds he had ever seen. An enormous, stupid grin hangs on Ronan�s maw, as he takes everything in, all of the sounds of the forest, the colors, life itself. He felt his eyes had been opened to a brave new world, and wondered why his family had never explored it before.

Creeping forward through the forest, Ronan embarks on his first solo journey, eager to see what he can find.

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The stars fade with the light - By Evandros June 23, 2018 at 04:38:05 PM

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