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 April 21, 2016 at 03:44:33 AM by Rodan
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Just when it seemed that all that needed to be said had been and Dante had settled on a plan of attack, a newcomer made their appearance. However, unlike the rest of them, she knew the fiery Queen. Saoirse was her name, as the small group came to discover, and for a brief moment their number grew. Excluding Dante, they now numbered six. But this quickly changed. The young one, Seraphina, was to be taken to safety. The ashen warrior understood Dante’s choice to do this, though he wasn’t sure he agreed with it. When else would she learn? This was an excellent opportunity for some experience. Perhaps her path in life would not require such skills. Perhaps she was special, too precious to risk. Whatever the reason, Rodan believed Dante was making it with good intentions and merely looked after the pair as they departed. The group now numbered five. Though the group had been left to discuss their plans, not much happened. At least, not that the ivory hessian noticed, but then he was trying to figure how they were going to face a bear. Or even bears. They tended to be a creature wolves avoided. For good reason. But he would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to it. The challenge was tantalizing. Ro was no adrenaline junkie, but there was something about taking on an opponent like a bear that thrilled him. It wouldn’t be easy, that was for sure, but that was the fun. The good things in life never came easily, this the ice prince knew. Unfortunately, the outcome of this expedition was unlikely to be ideal. The chance that everyone would escape unschathed… was probably close to zero. Caution was needed in abundance if the congregation was to have any shot at staying as intact as possible. It was a relief when Dante returned to lead the newly formed pack to Bright Moon. The white titan had begun to feel antsy in anticipation for the excursion. For his part, he followed in silence, taking note of the surroundings and making a mental map of the terra around the territory. Should he ever lose his way, he could always find the path home from the lake. At a short distance, it would be impossible to miss for the odor of bear wafted in the air outside the borders. It wasn’t long before the pack reached the first tendrils of stench and even though this was the faintest it would be, it was vile. Rodan’s nose scrunched up in disgust. Dante led on and on, until the scent of the border underlaid the bears’. Here, the femmer took pause to address her followers, “In front of you lies the terra of Bright Moon and somewhere within is out opponent, lying idle in this spring evening. Are you ready?” Of course they were ready. The task at hand was not for the faint of heart. Anyone not strong enough to take it would have already dropped out. “Keep talking to a minimum, it is our goal to find the bear before it finds us. Thus giving us the upper paw and before we go any farther each of you need to rub yourselves into the dirt to mask your scent.” And for those conspicuously hued, like Rodan and Rae, it would help to hide their coats. Snowy fur was rolled into mud as much as possible, sleeking the hairs to the body. White was still visible through the wet earth, but far less than before. He looked quite a sight, but it was worth as it might very well be the difference between life and death. Their fiery leader brought the congregation deeper into Bright Moon, stopping in front of a barricade of undergrowth. A simple flick of the tail was all it took to stop the followers dead in their tracks while Dante inspected the clearing on the other side. When she backed out, the ess confirmed the location of the bear and reviewed the plan. Nimueh and Dakota were to knock down the hive and the first of them were to make a racket. Ro nodded sharply, moving to the barrier with Dante and then moving right. He had the back of the bear’s head and neck in view/ The warrior crouched low, shoulders bunched up and ready to leap out if the bear chose to attack. Every muscle was tense, a buzzing sensation running through his body. Laser focus was on the bear, tracking even the slightest of movements. His other surroundings were lost, it was just Ro and the massive creature. His breathing filled his auds. This was excitement, thrill even. Adrenaline began to course through the titan and his kissers pulled back to bare ivory daggers, a suppressed growl rattling in his chest. Rodan lived for things like this and he’d be damned if this bear was going to keep him from doing it again. Nimueh and Dakota made their moves out of his focus. The warrior was vaguely aware of them as hushed voices had reached his auds, though only just. Certainly not enough to hear the words, but he didn’t have to. The plan was the plan and the pair would stick to it. They had to. Nimueh and Dakota were the ones to set the plan in motion, and the rest were stuck until they moved. Rodan waited with baited breath for what felt like hours, but was really only minutes. Mismatched eyes shot from the hulking creature to the hive when it flew, following its trajectory. The brute prepared to let out a growl as the hive looked like it was going to hit the monster, but you never could tell with these sorts of things… | |
Replies:
- les chasseurs à ma porte - By Dakota April 22, 2016 at 03:59:42 PM
Hear me roar (Roll #1 -> May 1st) - By Ursula April 25, 2016 at 02:46:31 PM
|madness breeds madness| - By Dante April 26, 2016 at 02:39:53 AM
comme les p'tits soldats - By Dakota April 26, 2016 at 06:38:58 AM
If I risk it allcould you break my fall? - By Rodan April 27, 2016 at 01:40:45 AM
My heart yet pumps, the poison draught of you - By Nimueh April 27, 2016 at 02:25:25 PM
Final Roll - By Ursula May 5, 2016 at 00:53:55 AM
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