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Posted on August 19, 2021 at 02:33:14 PM by MOONSHADE
| as long as evil exists, i shall live! ancient spirits of evil, call to me, transform me, come to me... |
| It was almost finished. His grand den beneath the roots of a giant tree was nearing completion. The main chamber was easily big enough to comfortably sleep five adult wolves. Even if they rolled about like hogs in a sack it was unlikely they would disturb the other resting denizens. He had also completed six of his planned entrances and exits. Some might call this build rather extravagant, considering it was only him using this space, for now at least. In the near future Moonshade hoped to share this warm and comfortable place with the pack, and maybe this winter some pups. Of course he couldn’t take all the credit for the construction work. A few members had leant a paw. At least the waterlogged ground had made excavating the earth an easier task.
Structural integrity was now a very real concern. Moonshade had felt the best course of action was to give the soil time to dry out. Today he was outside decorating one of the entrance tunnels with a mixture of excavated animal bones. Mara Sov had also given him some flower decorations that he had carefully laid nearby until he had decided where to place them. He used to decorate the sands outside the den he shared with his family when he was a young puppy. Slowly he shuffled the small bones while he tried to decipher what should be placed where for maximum display potential. Narrowing his eyes he felt sadness starting to seep into his heart. Shimmerpaw. A whimper escapes from his throat. What happened to you little sister? He pauses, turns his back upon his little projects and takes a few strides into the nearest clearing. Golden eyes stared up into the clouds that he can barely see through the canopy. Moonshade hated thinking about his lost family members. To be honest, if he ever saw them again, he’s not entirely certain how he would respond. Would he embrace them? Or attack them for abandoning him like this? Well, he wasn’t alone anymore, hopefully he would never be lonely again. Then from nowhere a low growl rumbles through the underbrush. Instinctively all the black and grey hairs rise along the full length of his stocky body. An intruder? Lifting his large paws he breaks into a brisk lop. Depression and darkness are thrust into the back of his mind while he focuses on protecting Taviora and all that reside within his wooden realm. He is their guardian, he is the Gravekeeper and he will defend what is rightfully theirs. Bursting through the bracken and ferns his eyes narrow as they fall upon the stranger. At first Moonshade is confused as he slows to a halt. He tilts his head to one side as he analyzes the intruder. The older male looks a lot like Dexter. With an alleviated sigh Moonshade nods in understanding. Shaking out his coat he turns and beacons the returning family member with the flick of his tail. There was still a tension in his muscles as he wasn’t certain why this wolf had returned now? And what was with the growl? One eye was still narrowed on the painted male in wary concern. To this day Moonshade doesn’t understand why Dexter hadn’t taken the title or Alpha male? It is something that he can never ask but one day hopes to discover. When Moonshade had come to explore Taviora for the first time, Dexter’s was one of the only fresh scents he could smell. The Nightwatcher was probably out now dutifully crisscrossing the forest trails, as he usually does. Moonshade was content to allow Dexter to 'do his thing' unhindered and without supervision. They hadn’t know each other for very long but for whatever reason Moonshade inexplicitly trusted Dexter and planned to promote him to a council position within the near future. Moonshade had to quickly remind himself that this wasn’t Dexter. But the shared resemblance between these two wolves was uncanny. Perhaps this was a brother or even a son. Either way, they are welcome within Tavoira’s borders so long as he wasn’t bringing trouble home with him. Although he is ready to fight off any wolf that threatens his home, regardless of the forest blood in their veins, he really doesn't want to unless he has to. Moonshade male ~ four years ~ captivated by Menkhet the gravekeeper of moladion |
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- just a stranded alien in my own home - By Eztli August 21, 2021 at 07:19:37 PM
i cannot undo what has been done - By MOONSHADE September 4, 2021 at 11:31:36 PM
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