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 January 3, 2018 at 11:31:35 PM by Athene
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That night played over and over in her mind like a bad dream. One that she could not forget, yet one she also could do nothing to change. All that was left was the memory of it - of the scent of the bitch upon his flesh, the feeling of his already wetted sword piercing her, damp with another’s fluids. He had not come to her of his own free will, but rather had come to her out of need, or at least driven to the point of crazed insanity due to being drugged by his slut of another partner. Athene could not forget the way that he had hungrily taken her, not as they could come together previously… No. This time, he had been the one to receive the pleasure, and she had just been there for him to mount upon. There was no partnership, no teamwork. She had been a vessel for his need, nothing more, and she had been all too obvious that she was not pleased with their current relationship. Her words were venom, dripping from her mouth with anger and hurt, and she had exiled him from her den swiftly. It had been a few months ago, to be honest, and she had not seen her king since. It was not that she was hiding from him, for she had no reason to hide. Rather, she was carefully and expertly avoiding him, ensuring that her paths will not cross his. At first it had been so that she could be sure that she would not find the scent of another upon him. After all, he would no doubt be planting his seed in every willing vessel - she knew that he would not take one who was not willing though. Others may call him dark and cruel, but she knew him differently. That at least, had been her excuse. Should that not have ended once the breeding season had come to an end? Why had she not sought him out once winter had fallen prey to the warmth of spring and been defeated in battle, one season leading the way to the next? Athene knew exactly why she had avoided him - just because it worked. They had made a vow together to produce strong pups. And apparently, they had been successful. Morning sickness took her, and Athene have no desire to see the look of digust on his face when he saw her weakness, when he saw her upheaving the contents of her stomach like a fucking pansy. She was warrior, she was meant to be able to get past everything… But now even the slightest smell of deer had her running for the bushes. Oh, how she so dearly wished that her sister was here. Hellene would know some strange and weird concoction to allow her to calm her stomach. But that knowledge was not privy to Athene, and still she suffered through it all alone. And because she could not keep any cloven hooved prey down, she had had to be resourceful, and quickly she had found the only thing that she could keep down was petty fowl and fish. Neither provided her enough of the meal with just one, and so had to hunt two or three times as much - catching the bastard flighty little creatures who are so swift…But she had made it through, clearly, seeing as she was nearing the end of her gestation period. Although she had swelled sightly, she looked nothing like a balloon. Athene had no answers for the lack of change to her frame - perhaps it was due to a small litter size, or even to small pups. Or perhaps the athleticism of her frame, the tight, toned muscles held it all in. Whatever the reason, she hardly looked pregnant… But her appearance was mortifying nonetheless. Her coat… well we will get to her coat. But worse even than that was the two little stumps of antler bases that were protruding through her skull. Their emergence was painful, but nothing like what would come to rain upon her soon. It was more a dull pain, an ache, only it was also extremely itchy. They had first breached through her coat at the first days of spring, and had grown in length each day. Already she had a rack grown, two or three little buds sprouting from the main trunk. Athene had tried with no success to pull them from her head. Logic told her she wouldn’t be able to - afterall, they very closely remembled those of deer, which would explain why they had shed in the winter, but she had had to try. And this new mutation? It was nothing that she wanted Kershov to see… but she knew that sooner or later he would see her hideous crown of thorns, that she would have to face him with this. Her winter coat had yet to shed completely - maybe it was her hormones, or maybe she wasn’t grooming herself as much as she should be. And surely it had something to do with her decreased activity… For whatever the reason, she looked like a moth-eaten rug, disheveled and unkept, and with no self pride. And she had finally started to do something about it, but not out of vain reasons, no. Rather, it was due to the increased motion of her pup… pups? She did not know what to think of them. Surely with so much motion, it could not just be one? But at any rate, she had counted her days, and new that she was due on this day. Whether or not she would be late, Athene did not know, But she knew that it was time to start nesting. She had begun to pull out all of her hair in order to line the inside of her den. There had been enough of her winter coat left to make a cozy little bed, a place that would keep her offspring warm and comfortable, and prevent them from running too far. Athene had come to find that beneath the mess that she currently called her pelt, there was a sleek and smooth spring coat, but it was a brief thought that she had. The timberess had no doubt, as the creatures within her began to kick seriously, as pain began to rack her sides, that her pups would pierce through her today. But she had yet to drop her first bag. Anxiety took her, but the only thing that showed it was her incessant pacing. She constantly went in and out of her cave, looking for any dangers, making sure that her cave was properly cleaned, working out, hoping that it would jostle the pups and force them out of her. But all the while, her eyes were looking for a certain tall alabaster suit of armor, her ears listening for his long stride and light paw steps, her nares flaring with hopes of catching onto his cologne. But he did not come. All day she paced, but as soon as the sun began to set, her contractions became more frequent, every 10 seconds or so, and finally, when she could not resist any longer, she laid down in the den, her own fur surrounding her with warmth and familiarity. She screamed as her uterus battered at her nociceptors, the contractions giving her no reprieve. The fae lunged forward to grab onto the bone of one of her previous prey, but the hollow bones of birds would not hold up to the strength of her jaw, and swiftly broke, splintering in her mouth. Athene spit immediately, and a mix of splinters and blood fell from her mouth. A half-hearted gravel pulled itself from her lips, only to turn into another scream. It was pathetic really, or at least she thought so. How many battles had she been in, how many wounds and injuries had she received without complaint… Yet whelping these pups caused her to turn swiftly into a wimp. Whether or not anyone heard her screams and came to support her or witness the births, the waves in her uterine walls continued, the pain was unending, and Athene pushed for all she was worth. Minutes, which already seemed like hours, turned into actual hours before her first pup slipped through her walls, and to Athene’s horror, the little femme was dead. Tears fell from her lids, but only two - one from each eye. She paused pushing long enough to name the pup. She cleaned off the pup’s sac and gently placed her on the earth before saying just her name aloud - “Onora”. As soon as the name paced her lips, she was pushing again, and nearly after one another came two pups - first a boy and then a girl. Athene cleaned both off and put them at her teats, swollen and dripping, ready to feed them. “Sergei...Gwyneira…” There was no need for other words - after all, the pups were deaf when born. Her eyes swept up, finally taking stock of her surroundings, and waited for the words that would come. |
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