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 22, 2018 at 02:23:19 PM by Macaria
__________________________________________ It was not like her to be awake when the sun was high in the sky, not anymore. Once, yes, there had been a time when her norm was to wake with the sun and sleep with the moon, but ever since her transition into a vampire, she had altered her ways and had groomed her mate and her pups to be used to her unusual hours of activity. But pups would be pups - more often than not, they were awake with the sun, nursing on Macaria while she slept, playing on top of her… but after all of this time, the femme fatale had gotten so used to it that hardly bother her anymore and most of the time she managed to sleep right through it all. But this morning, there had been no bodies jumping upon her, no kisses from her mate. Oddly enough, it had been the absence of such things that had awoken her. So used to the distractions now was she that when it was so silent, so still, it was most distracting all. When Macaria’s portals opened, she set them about groggily peering about. At first, she had simply expected her pups to be laying on her side with her mate curled around her, but she was alone in the den, for the first time in a long time. Really, for the first time since she had given birth. Previously to her pregnancy and the whelping up her pups, she had been quite independent. She loved Grey Wind in a way she would love no other ever again, and was loyal to him with her heart, but between her body and her cravings for blood, the eboness often took to finding others to fill and sate her needs. Her hunger was something that was twofold - one of an actual hunger - the desire for blood of other carnivores in order to fill her up and refuel her energy… But also her sexual hunger, her desire to be penetrated in every orifice, to be so deeply violated as to offend some others. Macaria could not feel physical pain - her previous addiction to poppy had destroyed her nociceptors, so she could feel pressure, yes, but not pain. The lack of that since had almost killed her when she had given birth to her pups - she had internally torn, but did not realize it, and so instead of giving her pups time to readjust themselves, she pushed them out and had nearly bled to death herself - hence the reason she had become a vampire, turned by Thackary, and it had saved her life. But to digress, she liked to be taken roughly, so as to feel the pressure and the pleasure intertwined in and mixed into one to make up for the loss of pain in her life. She opened her second eye when she found noone, and raised her head up. And she was alone… It was not just her imagination, it was not just a dream. For a moment, she felt the cold pain of loneliness, but then a realization sparked over her - this was a gift for her. She could go out, roll around in the sand with a few temporary lovers, ingest a ridiculously large amount of blood, kill a few wolves… Or not. Yes, she had freedom in this time that she was alone, but that did not mean that she was not still restricted by the sun. She could not leave her den, or at least could not leave the cave system. Stepping out into the bright blaring lights of the sun could kill her, especially If she got a headache and collapsed outside - before Grey Wind or her pups even realized what happened, her brain would likely be baked and she would be dead. A string of swearwords fell from her mouth in a continuous line without the break up of a breath in between. Finally having the time to indulge herself but not being able to due to the circadian system of nature frustrated her, and only exponentially increased both of her two hungers The fae snarled in spite of herself, aggravated and annoyed… But then a thought came to her - though she could not leave her den, it was connected to a series of caves in an underground system… Perhaps today would be the perfect day to go exploring, To delve into the deeper, darker layers… If nothing else, it would help pass the time since there would be no way she could sleep now, and perhaps she would get lucky and find herself some prey down there - another wolf perhaps? Or maybe a fox, a ferret… I need some I sort of kind of or that she be able to ingest would do. She pulled her weight to her paws – Macaria was by no means a large wolf, but she also was not a delicate flower. There were two females… some were built for war - they were most often tall and thick, bulked up with muscle to give them power and dense bones to take blows. And then, of course, there were the beauties of the world - the dainty, delicate dolls who, whether tall with long limbs that never seemed it to end, or short and lithe and wispy, the perfect visage of a damsel in distress, or seen as perfection by those brutes with eyes too shallow to think to look deeper. Macaria however did not fit well into either of these two categories. She was shorter, more square like. Her limbs were not fragile, nor were they immense like tree trunks. Overall, she was an average wolf, of average weight, height, and length - there was nothing remarkable about her. That is, aside from her afflictions. As previously stated, she had an addiction to poppy once upon a time, although she had cured herself of it by going cold turkey during her pregnancy and had remained off of the drug while nursing so as not to harm her pups… But she was also a vampire. It had lent to her beautiful, crystalline crimson sights and a few other key features… and she used her eyes now to delve out a path in the darkness. The twists and turns seemed to go on for forever – until once again, the light of day stung her eyes. She blinked through narrow lids, but then noticed that by the shore, there was a wolf – basking in the sun apparently. Macaria could hardly remember a time when she had enjoyed the sunlight like that female did… and yet… she also wondered exactly who this femme was. Macaria crept to the side of the mouth and peered out, careful to keep every aspect of herself out of the rays of the light. “It is a treacherous thing, the sea. Do not turn your back on it… if you do not wish to let it swallow you whole..” __________________________________________ ||Macaria||Femme Fatale of Uyaraut||Vampiress||Grey Wind||Evandros, Kiora, Missandei, Ronan|| |
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