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 November 13, 2018 at 03:59:04 AM by Athene
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This post contains graphic content not suitable for readers under the age of 18. If you read/participate in this thread, you are certifying that you are AT LEAST 18 years old or older. Minors are not permitted to read/participate in graphic threads. ‘I am pleased the lady accepts my offer. Allow me to demonstrate the perks of our new arrangement.’ Athene growled, a soft rumble pouring from between her lips at the thought, at the offer, at the proposal. And, for once, she simply was. For the entire duration of her life, there had been certain expectations placed upon her that she had been expected to not only meet, but exceed. For Athene had been built and had been meant for greatness. It was not rare per say for two wolves of the same faction to become a mated pair, but what was rare for two grand maesters to become mated. The way that her parents’ pack had been made up was unique, unlike any other – there was no alpha, no one leader – but instead all worked together in cohesive units in order to be the most effective pack. And because of the Trials, those that remained would be masters of their field, experts of their craft. The pack held no position nor availability for jacks of all trades, and in brutal truth discouraged such things. But even among the experts, the focused gaze of each career path, there were clear grand maesters – the ones that mastered their regimes with ease, the ones that were on the forefront of design, creating new techniques that were supreme to the old ones. And although the grand maesters did not rule, they did make up the Kaernig, a type of council that would meet only in the event of a crisis to choose the future of the pack, to discern how best to survive whatever disaster was upon them. And for as long as anyone could remember, the Kaernig had never had to meet. And so perhaps the more direct purpose of the grand maesters were simply their existence – they were the teachers that every parent would seek out for their children if there was a favored child. Even in the case of a single offspring, the grand maesters were even more important – to ensure that despite not needing to murder their siblings, a master could still be produced. And if they weren’t… At any rate, both her mother and her father had been grand maesters, and had Athene stayed, she would have challenged and taken the position of grand maester for herself. The only reason she had not previously? Any grand maester had to prove their ability to be able to extend the legacy by creating healthy, strong pups. Something that Athene had not done… not until here, not until Blossom Forest. Often, grand maesters did not take an eternal mate, but instead mated with a variety of partners in order to spread their supreme genetics. Athene had always assumed that she would be the same… especially after what had happened with Zev and Pierce. But now that she had met Kershov? She knew there would be no other for her. She had offered an out to Kershov, so that he could spread his seed as he pleased – after all, he was alpha and would probably wish to extend the strength of his pack and increase his numbers. But he had declined her offer, instead proclaiming monogamy for her and demanding it in return. And she found that it was the perfect answer – she had been willing to tear little pieces of herself off and spread them like breadcrumbs in order to just… have a piece of him. It would have still held true to her life, to the teachings of her parents… but after the agony after the loss of Gwyneira, she was not sure what she believed any more. True, only the strong survived in this cruel, dark world, but did Sergei’s death mean that he would not be strong? The warrioress could not believe such a thing, especially when she had been the one training him. The entire time her two offspring had battled each other, she cringed inwardly when she saw the missed opportunities for blocks, for evasions, moves she knew Sergei could have made… but he had refused to truly fight against his sister. And so, the proof of her previous coupling with Kershov was dwindling, and Athene now feared how she would react should anything happen to Gwyneira. After all, Gwyn was not just a student, but her child whom she loved dearly… and was half Kershov. And though Athene had yet to say it, and may never outright say it, she loved Kershov. And what was about to transpire? It would serve as the concrete evidence of their bond to one another, the consummation of not just their marriage but their partnership. So much was left unsaid, but if it truly needed to be said aloud, was it real? Kershov licked a slow line up the tender, delicate tissues of her thigh, the stark coldness and wetness of his nose, along with the disruption of the normal alignment of her hairs had the spines along her back shivering and trembling up to half mast, but not as a threat but as a sign of her arousal. How quick she was to respond, her body betraying her emotions and desires despite the lack of words. How different it was this time as opposed to either of the other two times they had come together – he was not proving his ability to give her pups, nor mounting her merely to give her pups… but was claiming her body as a matter of love and lust, a demand of his heart and loins combined. He had yet to firmly violate her delicate tissues and yet already she was panting, ready. His tongue swirled around the central bead of pleasure and the walls reactively clasped closed together in a wave of ecstasy, a moan nearly escaping her throat as a similar sound slipped from Kershov’s own throat. ‘How do you plan to challenge me, Madame Athene? How will I know when I’m satisfying you?’ Her body begged her to give in, but always between the pair of them was there the game where they pushed each other’s boundaries. Athene shrugged, rolling her shoulders as if she was hardly affected by his skills, even as his tongue probed further, circling around the base of her flower, the heat of his breath warming her, his nose pushing higher up at her tissues to stretch the skin, allow him easier access down below. Athene bit her lip and took a few deep albeit ragged breaths, trying to resist him. But he was ceaseless in his attentions, rushing nothing. Instead, he curled tongue lazily around her, trailing it along her delicate and sensitive tissues until she finally could not hold it back any more – she bucked back against him, hoping to force his tongue to slip between her convulsing lips even as she trembled, gasped, and murmured his name silently. Her limbs trembled and she hardly was able to remain standing as she coursed through the turmultruous maelstrom of her orgasm. But he gave her no reprieve, no time to recover, and in the next instance was mounting her, his strong limbs wrapping around her as his weight splayed across her back, his heated staff penetrating her even as she continued to spasm, and his wide girth filled her to the brim. Her hips gyrated against him even as her forelimbs buckled to send her chest to the ground, allowing him to reach deeper and deeper within her slick, ready folds until she had swallowed all of him. And together, with each of their motions, their rode their way to another peak. She could feel his seed spill into her even as her tissues opened, allowing the thick juices to slip further in, and she turned around to face him, only to receive a hard kiss of passion from him. Athene returned the affection, her tongue invading the torn lips to explore, and even as she did so, she smiled. This was it – this was who she truly had been made to be. Some time had passed since they had set aside their differences of opinions and come together in an agreed pact of sex and lust and love in an eternal bond… perhaps days or weeks. But the season had not yet changed from winter to spring, so it had not been months. At any rate, Athene no longer marked the passage of time as she once had, but instead merely lived for each moment that she could spend with Kershov. They had yet to reveal their relationship to the pack, and Athene had to admit she was happy about it – would they see her differently now? But all of the doubt and concern had fallen to the wayside after his announcement when he had declared the new way that the pack would be run. Throughout most of it she had hemmed and hawed, not seeing the need for checks and balances when she was quite sure that his beast could be kept under wraps, especially with the special attention that Kershov was receiving each night after Gwyneira fell asleep. But then he had not only declared to the entire pack the officiality of his relationship with Athene, but had offered her the crown, if she wanted it. Since then, she had spent a few days away from him, in order to decipher exactly how she was feeling about it. She had enjoyed moving up in the strange hierarchies of the packs of Blossom Forest despite the ideas being foreign to her simply because in the past, it had been a good measurement of how they viewed her worth. As said, she wondered how this would be seen… but today, when she had felt movement within her, she had essentially decided that she simply did not give a fuck how the others viewed her. The day was nearly over, only a few rays of light still glimpsing over the horizon to light her way as she trotted through the winter wonderland. In her wake, deep prints were left showing that she had been there as she trudged through the deep snow. The flakes were still blowing around her, the sun’s beams glinting off of each crystal to send arcing beams in a beautiful array, and were it not for her dark stripes, she would be invisible within the storm. But her camoflauge was brief as she ducked into a nearby cavern, her pupils dilating to accustom herself to the comparable darkness, but she did not hesitate nor slow. For the next hour she navigated the twists and turns until she at last arrived in the back of the cavern that she and Kershov had taken to calling home. Silently, she padded over to Kershov and nudged him gently awake, immediately gesturing to the sleeping body of Gwyneira and shaking her head – they would not talk here lest they wake her. Gwyneira was nearly old enough to have her own den, but in the cold months of winter, Athene would not withhold the warmth that came from more bodies. She turned around, her tail curling under her chin before she went back the way she came, leading him through a few turns until they ended in another cavern, this one unoccupied by tiny sleeping bodies. Turning to face him, she remained stoic for a second – let him sweat it out, let him worry, let him think. But eventually she broke the silence with her usual rhymed schemes. “I accept the proposition of rank you had made And news of my own do I have pertaining to us Gifts created from our genetics spawned from where we laid I only just realized today so do not make a fuss. More siblings with whom Gwyneira can train do come Though gender and number are things I cannot guess I think perhaps greater than just a singleton is the sum And it is of the Trials I think of, I do confess. Perhaps we train these pups together as I did alone before But not necessarily with the Trials as the end goal in mind Since into my heart the painful loss of Sergei had tore Among our kin many masters may be born, we may find…” Athene did not think that he would be opposed to the ceased tradition of the Trials… but perhaps instead he would rather more likely try to talk her into getting rid of them. As she waited to hear how he would respond, Athene walked forward, possessively rubbing against him, her scent mixing with his and his with hers. Her form slipped past his shoulder until she could dip her snout down the sharp line of his abdominals and toward his sheath, and teasingly she placed a few kisses on the opening, before her tongue trailed down toward his hilt, and there it curled around his heavy set, licking each, her incisors tugging very gently on the base to stimulate him more… hopefully making it more difficult for him to respond. WC: 2170 |
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