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 October 21, 2018 at 12:11:23 PM by Athene
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Kershov was grasping at straws, clinging to his guilt the way that the accused usually clung to their innocence – with fervor and conviction. Why was he striving so hard to be proclaimed as a wrongdoer? Why did he crave punishment as dearly as he appeared to? From the time that the femme had spent with him, she had never seen any sign that he might be a sadist nor a masochist - his beast not included in this evaluation. So, why then? Athene was relieved that he did not think he was above reproach, that he did not have a power-hungry god complex, but this had been to an extreme that she would not stand for and would not yield to. It was almost as if he had wanted to die. And so at first, he offered a second explanation for why Briseis had not left Uyaraut after the supposed rape - that she perhaps feared that he would come after her and either drag her back or torture her. Athene blink slowly and shrugged her shoulders, acquiescing to the fact that it was a decent enough explanation, certainly possible and plausible. It was not that she believed that his explanation was actually the case here, but she would not argue that point, not as long as he listened to her own explanations as well. However, when he brought up the coat colors with a retort, she shook her head - surely now, he was grasping at straws, cooking up far fetched explanations. So stubborn was she that for a moment, she was speechless even beyond her own desired minimal quota of words, so she merely stared him down, a sigh crossing her lips. Perhaps the bright coloration of the pups did not indeed proclaim his innocence, but it was certainly evidence of it. More than that, it was a piece evidence against the possibility of him siring the pups… If he was so against one piece of evidence being able to reclaim his innocence, then why did he hang his hat on such an unreliable source of evidence such as a single testimony? “Alright, Kershov, your stubbornness has proven quiet enough I will make hypothesis for both sides if you are going to continue to huff First a few possibilities will be spoken that could explain all of this, To agree with your guilt and punishment and send you down to the abyss. Perhaps your Beast did escape and rape her as Briseis has apparently claimed But she had already lain with another and of that brute, she was ashamed. Or perhaps it was not who, but the what that stilled her tongue Perhaps she was raped another time before, and from that the tale was strung. Maybe it is his genetics, not yours, that runs through the veins of the pups But she desired to guilt or hurt you and gain favor hence the coverups. And if it is true that she was terrified to flee thinking it would bring her more pain Why try to ease your own with the poultice when you’re holding her chain?” Athene furrowed her brows and stalked about him in a circle, spewing out her thoughts as if they were actually her own, having entered the detective zone. She would have to play out both sides, it seemed, if she were to make any headway in the case without having so much pushback from Kershov. But now it was time to make her own arguments, but as she went to open her maw, Kershov spoke again addressing her notions of the vampires. Whilst she had spoken, he had started to calm down, his hackles lowering, his breath becoming more even, but with this topic she could tell it touched a nerve, yet he managed to walk himself down a notch before responding, bringing up Macaria as the posterchild for vampires – but he had it all wrong. Athene had no issue with Macaria – and had trusted her multiple times with her own pups… although… now that would be pup… But when Kershov brought up accompanying her, Athene’s audettes flattened against her skull and she lifted her lips to show her displeasure – was he insinuating that he did not trust her to undergo such an investigation alone, or that he was worried about her safety? Neither was a pleasant thought, but he smiled and made a single command – that they would do it together – and it was not something she would defy. After all, he was her alpha, her king, and at least he was saying slightly more reasonable things now than he had been at the pack meeting. There was strength and safety in numbers, and if she was going to start digging for information from other packs, it couldn’t help to have backup, and so she had briefly changed the subject to explaining her emotions at the loss of their son. It was just… something that she had not been expecting, that’s all. And finally, at last, she had proposed to him, at least in some manner. Athene assumed that her terms would be acceptable for the most part, but really, how was she to know? She had never taken a mate in her homeland though many had offered – each time there had been terms: were they monogamous because they matched traits well, or polygamous to spread the excellence of their genes? The only unsavory things that had ever been uttered about her in her homeland had been because she had yet to produce kin of her own, thus starving the land of her genetics. And so she had thought hard about the terms of being mated to Kershov before actually stating them verbally, expecting him to try to negotiate in some way, but instead a snarl ripped from his maw and this time Athene did jump. He neared her and Athene eyed him warily, thinking he would reject the proposition all together. Her hackles raised and bristled as waves went down her back, and as he stood face to face with her, just barely clearing her height, she found herself thankful for the lack of antlers lest she accidently have hit him. But whatever she was expecting didn’t happen. Instead, he accepted her terms… with the exception that they would be completely monogamous, and then he planted a kiss upon her cheek before demanding that she make him work for it. And unlike at the pack meeting, this time, she would not disobey him. Leaning toward him, she nuzzled against him briefly before pulling back. She stared into his dark shadows for a second, before finally a crack of a smile broke through, and in the next second she gestured toward her hind end and arched a single brow – if he was going to prove himself to her yet again, she would not hold him back. Her hip rotated to the right and she flagged her tail to the side – his aggressive claiming of her had heated her, and she needed no pleasantries… just his sword to sheath within her. |
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