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 October 22, 2017 at 07:03:51 PM by Grey Wind
MEN SHOULD KEEP THEIR WORD,
Thoughts of the future swam through the brute’s mind. He was going to be a father, or at least he and Macaria were going to try to have pups. The male was excited to think about starting a family with his mate, even if him and Macaria had different thoughts on certain topics. It was part of what made him love her even more. They were not identical beings, but each their own unique varg who could come together in their relationship despite their differences. She kept his life interesting and exciting, and it was just going to get better once they had a family. His father had had no problems siring many pups, so he hoped that that was passed on along to him as well. The thought of being infertile never really crossed his mind until the serious talk of family happened. What would Macaria think of him if he was unable to give her pups? Grey Wind decided not to think about it and assume that they would have no problems. Soon enough they would have young ones in their den, running around and exploring. The thought brought a smile to the brute’s features.
As Grey Wind was lost and thought and wandering through Uyaraut’s territory, he heard the call of a stranger. Curiously he went forward to answer it, not yet having greeted anyone within his new homelands. As he approached the borders he saw the form of a stranger, a female with brightly blue orbs. Unnaturally blue actually, and his own yellow gaze lingered on her own for a moment as he approached. The female did not seem hostile, and she had called to alert the pack to her presence, but he was still careful to watch the stranger’s every move until he knew of her intentions. As Grey Wind asked what the white female’s intentions were, he studied her more as she spoke. She had a uniquely marked smile on her kissers, and he wondered what could have caused such a scar to form. He knew it was none of his business and would not ask, but the appearance of others, and the scars that they bore, always made him curious as to what they had encountered. Each marking held its own story, like the one he bore on his own shoulder, obvious where the fur never fully grew back.
"I am Pandora, daughter of the alpha of Dierne Hrof - Aindreas. I was sent to come and check to make sure everyone was okay in Uyaraut from the magic changes. Is that . . . What all happened here?" Grey Widn did not know this Aindreas’ personally, but he knew he was son to the old alpha, Kalgalath. Perhaps he had taken over the throne, whether by force or not he did not know. But that family had never struck him as a violent one, so he could only assume that it was not a hostile take over of his father’s pack. At the question to her words, Grey Wind’s head turned in the direction of the ocean, wondering if that was what she was referring to. ”Well, Pandora of Dierne Hrof, Uyaraut has undergone changes. As you can see the tree line has disappeared, and we now have the ocean around our pack as well.” The brute paused, unsure of what else to tell her. Those were the biggest changes anyways, and the most obvious when you looked at the pack. ”I’m assuming those are the sort of things you were curious about?” His gaze turned back to meet hers, wondering now himself what sort of changes she had experienced within her own pack.
Picture and table credit to the wonderful Morgin <3
KINGS MOST OF ALL.
| GreyWind | Adult |Uyaraut| Tied to Macaria |
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