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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Satowra is back, and now the carefully composed look in my eyes is gone. Since returning to Bright Moon from my 'business', as you might call it, I've tamped back that brokenness that once encompassed me. And now it's back, for I feel numb and weary inside, far too tired to even attempt to act as though I'm fine. But after leaving Satowra to mull over everything that's happened I return to my border duties once more. I wonder if I'll even have these duties now that the former queen is back. I wonder if she'll take the alpha's role from Tamlin and resume being the queen of the ashes - the not so queen of the ashes - once more. My face is cold and anger is still spitting in small bursts within the pit of my torso. A friend who has not experienced what I have - or at least, the exact events that I have - would be nice. Rio is my brother and his company is usually enough, but he too is surely feeling like I am due to her comeback.

Misty's smell is apparent on my trail and a small smile creases my face despite my negative feelings. I feel as though we have somewhat of a connection; she holds that same fractured look that I do. We are nearly the same in that aspect.

And so I continue to follow this path, my paws sure upon the familiar ground. My home is a wide expanse of varying landscape, but I've learned it all in the time I have been here since its revival. Occasionally, where the territory has been left untouched, there is still the sporadic patch of ash. Blossoms are abundant in every corner. Bright Moon is beautiful.

I come upon Misty finally and watch quietly as she speaks to a small, crumpled black child. The pup smells of blood and she favors her leg, so I see that she is hurt. Then I emerge as the last question permeates the air, and cock my head lightly to the side in a questioning manner. "Yes, Misty, do you like being in a pack?" The question is half teasing and half serious, my way of asking how she is faring. Then, I turn to the pup with a fatherly smile on my face. She reminds me a bit of Soul's children, and so my heart immediately softens.

"I am Raylen, the beta," I say slowly, introducing myself. "You are hurt. Perhaps we should find you a den before we do anything else..." I trail off and search around. Mine is not far from here, dug out in one of the glades within the territory. "Does it hurt too much to walk? Would you rather we carry you?" I am terrible with this parenting thing.


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[ male | adult | teal eyed, golden furred | no love | no pups | second of bright moon ]

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