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 10, 2018 at 02:43:43 PM by Athene
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She was surrounded by idiots. That had been her thought for the entirety of the pack meeting, but up until now, the pack meeting itself had fled from her focus into the farthest reaches of her mind, for she found herself instead in morning. How many times had she witnessed the trials, how many pups had she seen killed, and yet she had never been affected like this. She had assumed that it would be the same, despite the fact that the participants were her own pups. This was the first time that she had had a litter actually live to make it to this point… and now half of the litter was gone. One remained, her daughter Gwyneira. And while she was proud of her daughter, she found herself really depressed at the loss of her son Sergei. And since then, Athene had been using some very choice words to swear at the lands of Blossom Forest and curse at their gods for making her soft, for pulling from her her strict training and dedication. Always previous to now she had thought and firmly believed that only the strongest should survive and it was that exact ideology that was the whole reason behind the Trials. It was why the hunters always went off after the weak or the old or the injured and left the adults and the healthy alone. It was why they crushed their enemies without mercy unless one of them showed enough skill to be worthy. And yet… No, it didn’t seem fair for one of her pups to have to die. What if they both would’ve become masters if they had lived to adulthood? What if they could’ve bloomed into two separate career paths… But now instead the world was devoid of a remarkable young wolf, and his absence would always be felt. For fucks sake, Athene cried. She could not remember the last time she cried, if ever. It was a useless function of the body other than to show pain… And that in and of itself belayed a weakness, something that Athene was not too keen on revealing anyways. But the organ thumping in her chest, the tightness of her ribs, the difficulty she had in catching her breath - she simply could not fight the tears back, not when it now seemed as natural as any of the other things that her body was doing. Long, hard wails of sorrow poured themselves from her lips, and she screamed out into the air in rage and pain and hurt and confusion and sorrow and regret. She had no fear of one of her packmates coming up on her - she had not seen fit to mourn within the boundaries of the pack - she wanted her privacy, and oddly enough, they did not mean the confines of her den, but rather a small hollow beneath the upturned roots of a dead old oak tree. At least it had been quick, quick enough at least. There had been no need to see if they could survive in the wild -neither of them had any aptitude to be a healer with herbology use, nor spiritual advisor nor any of the others… Both of their strengths and had lain within the warrior path. And so it had been a brawl to the death, and the death had belonged to Sergei - her dear sweet boy who would never again come home to her. When dusk fell, she had forced herself to stop - she knew she would not be able to surpress her sadness, but she could stop the tears. Angrily, the femme fatale had swept at her face with her paws, wiping the pools of water that had collected in a stream on her coat, but already some of the saltine drops had crystallized on her fur. But there was no hiding the red, dry eyes, nor the puffy eyelids, nor the face ever so slightly swollen from sobbing so hard and so long. She could not hide that from Kershov, but she could also not put off the talk she needed to have with him. She pulled herself to her paws and tightened her muscles to hide the tremors that laid just beneath the surface of her skin, and she set off at a trot, for that was as swift of a gate as she could manage without collapsing in an emotional heap. And even at that speed, she found herself dragging, the tips of her toenails dragging long lines in the ground wherever it was not frozen. It seemed like it took forever to reach her destination, and by the time that she finally did, it was dark, but the chilled night air had kept the night sky clear, and so the moon and the stars led her way and lit her path. Without announcing herself, she waltzed right in to Kershov‘s den, her approach silent other than the sound of her gentle breathing, and roughly, Athene nudged him awake, the bridge of her snout pushing into the crease where his shoulder merged with his neck. It would be a harsh, quick awakening, but when had Athene ever been delicate? |
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- яαρтσя's яαgε - By кεяsнσv October 18, 2018 at 06:54:14 PM
::B.e.l.l.a.d.o.n.n.a:: - By Athene October 19, 2018 at 11:32:42 PM
яαρтσя's яαgε - By кεяsнσv October 20, 2018 at 04:01:54 PM
::B.e.l.l.a.d.o.n.n.a:: [m] - By Athene October 21, 2018 at 12:11:23 PM
яαρтσя's яαgε [m] - By кεяsнσv October 26, 2018 at 06:42:54 PM
::B.e.l.l.a.d.o.n.n.a:: [m] - By Athene November 13, 2018 at 03:59:04 AM
яαρтσя's яαgε [m] - By кεяsнσv December 5, 2018 at 08:12:59 PM
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