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 February 7, 2019 at 03:12:13 PM by Macaria
__________________________________________ Usually, when she heard the voice of her mate, it filled her with happiness, desire, and longing for him. But not now. Not in this. His normally sensual baritone was instead laced with something else - sorrow, pain, and poison. Macaria had been on a hunt, making sure that she was always fed often enough in order to quell her insatiable blood thirst. This time? It had been a fox. Macaria knew nothing of her kind other than what she had discovered, and the main thing was that she had to survive only the blood of other carnivores. She could eat some of their meat as well, but her previous normal fare before the transformation, like rabbit, was now out of the question now. Ingesting any herbivores would send her reeling into repetitive awful retching fits and result in her being even hungrier than before. And yet, by her own restrictions, she was not able to feed on those nearest to her - they were her packmates or else her family, and as such were off limits. So she often got creative, and fed on some of the lesser predators in the lands around the Uyaraut pack. Now, at the call of her mate, she dropped the corpse that she had been sucking on despite the fact that she could have drank it more - it was not even close to being fully devoured or exsanguinated. But she didn’t care, for her love for her family over powered her thirst and stopped her feeding session without a single complaint. Macaria ran, slipping across the land, through forested groves, then the treacherous cliffs until finally she reached an opening to the caverns. Her glowing pools searched desperately for her mate, and though she had no idea where the call had originated from, there was only one assumption to make - it had to have come from their den. There was no slowing her, and when she entered it was at a full clip, so when she tried to stop her own momentum sent her sprawling across the cavern floor and into the wall. Small shards of rock rained down on her and the sharp wall had cut a shallow laceration in her left shoulder but she hardly cared noticed. She was breathless, but she collected herself in order to turn and look at her mate… Only, he wasn’t alone. The vampiress screamed, a cry of agony at the sight of her daughter‘s own lifeless corpse. Despite herself and her best efforts though, she could not hide her elongated fangs that revealed her thirst - she had, after all, been interrupted in the middle of a feeding and the sight of blood now had her reeling. And though it may look like she was looking to feed on her own daughter, really it was just the venom of the vampirism reacting to her environment. “What happened? Who did this? If it is that little whelp of a boy I will skin him alive and tear him to pieces, all while his heart still beats in his chest!” She nearly collapsed from the pain of it all, which was ironic given the fact that she was numb to the world. Her previous addiction to poppy had shot her all of her nerves, and so when she had given birth to her pups she had not worried a little bit about it. Most females feared childbirth because of the pain - but that was not an issue with her. Only, it turned out that it was her biggest issue, considering she could not feel the pain of her pups stuck and had pushed through it anyway, resulting in her own sense of tissues being torn to shreds. She had nearly bled out, and it was only because she had been turned into a vampire that she was saved. But ever since that night, she learned a valuable lesson - the worst pain was not even physical, but emotional. When she whelped those puppies, they had become her life and had stolen her heart away, so the fact that one of them was no dead… It threatened to destroy her. Macaria took a step nearer to her mate, looking to both comfort him and receive comfort, but then she saw something in his eyes and she paused. “What is wrong come on my love? Other than our daughter being dead, why do you not to comfort me? Why do you not come to me for comfort?” __________________________________________ ||Macaria||Uyaraut Adlartok||Vampiress||Grey Wind|| |
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