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 17, 2018 at 04:52:12 AM by Macaria
__________________________________________ Despite not being able to actually attend the pack meeting, it still had been just as stressful to listen to. Perhaps it had been even worse for her than it had been for most of the others – after all, she was unable to do anything about what was happening. Stuck as she was down in the dark caverns, she had been unable to see Kershov’s attack upon himself, but the scent of blood had been nearly overwhelming. Without being able to help herself, she had begun to salivate and her fangs had elongated. Yet it was not her voracious hunger that worried her, but rather the thought of why there was blood in the first place. She had heard the remarks, of the other members of the pack contesting why there was need for punishment, yet she could not give her own input. She trusted her mate to be honest with Kershov, and fretted as she did the abysmal bowels, worrying now not only about her missing daughter Kiora, but also about the future of the pack. Kershov had gone missing in action before, back when he had once ruled Abendrot. Back when Abendrot had still been Abendrot. If his mind were to be fracturing again… would that mean the end of this pack as well? Luckily, the end of the pack was not nigh. Anxiously, Macaria had waited within their den for Grey Wind to return and tell her the full story of what had happened. And yet the next few days had still be wrought with worry as she had fretted during the hours of the sun and searched during the fleeting hours of night for their daughter… yet still Kiora was nowhere to be found. Macaria mourned her daughter silently, only openly shedding tears whenever she and Grey had a moment alone, but for the rest of the time she put on a brave face for her other pups and told them Kiora had gone away on an adventure. Of course, many of her other pups had turned nearly green with envy, and had themselves wanted to go an adventures as well. Macaria had had to bite back a sharp reply, refusing to allow any of her other pups to leave them for fear of losing them as well. It had only been after a few well placed deep breaths that she had been able to calmly tell them that they would not likely have much fun on the adventure… that was more of a errand than an adventure, and then had quickly changed the subject. In the days that followed, Kershov had emerged again, with announcements regarding the future of the pack. Macaria had been surprised to hear she had been given a rank – it had never really been something that she had cared about in the past, but given the role of her rank, it had made sense. But instead of focusing on her own success, she was instead proud of her mate’s own rank – while she had been put in charge of caring for the pups and also caring for everyone’s wounds, Grey Wind had been essentially been named the general of the army. Yet Macaria was well aware that she would need to work in order to keep her role, to be worthy of the honor that Kershov had bestowed upon her. At any rate, perhaps it would keep her mind occupied and less worried or focused upon her missing pup. And so this night, she had let loose a howl, announcing to the pack that she was essentially open for business. She would give a herbology lesson… no first an anatomy lesson… maybe she would just babysit some pups… who knows. But she wanted to show Kershov that she took the honor seriously and would not fail him. And then? Then she waited. Waited for any to show up. Hoping that someone would. WC: 651 __________________________________________ ||Macaria||Adlartok of Uyaraut||Vampiress||Grey Wind|| Evandros, |
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