☾ Moon’s Eternal Yearning: Pack Lore [W.I.P]
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☾ Moon’s Eternal Yearning: Pack Lore [W.I.P]
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Posted 2023-02-28 19:21:21 (edited)
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Posted 2023-02-28 22:55:05 (edited)
| Pack History: The Beginning |On a slate of stone, its glinting surface cracked and weary, set lines of words carved deep and rough. It recorded the tale of an eternal yearning; from the beginning to the end. Tired. She was tired. Her spread-out white wings pressed heavily against the grass beneath her paws as her wobbly legs carried her through the open field with nothing for miles. Crimson dripped onto every blade of green her wings grazed. Oh how the she-wolf yearned for the forest's shade and the herbalist's cure, but she was finally free now. She was free from the bloody claws of her past. "You're lost, aren't you?" a voice in the she-wolf's head rang. The wolf shook her head. Maybe insanity must have caught up with her hearing. She had heard about wolves hearing voices in their heads while being exposed to crippling sanity. The wolf, no longer able to bear such blazing light, grabbed her bleeding left wing by her mouth and heaved it above her head. The pain was immediate and undeniable, but it will be temporary. That she reassured herself with. The wolf heard a small ring in her ears once more. "Hmph, stubborn." Perhaps her sanity really was slipping away- just like her vision of the world before her. Her sight was starting to blur as though a dense fog covered her eyes. Her head felt rather airy. It made her wish to crumbled onto the ground and vomit out her worries. Her legs trembled with each step forward. It felt nauseating to even have a glance at them. So, she shut her blue eyes from the world of reality and laid on the bloodstained grass. It felt soft. The winds grazed her every streak of fur and she did not feel spiked through by the grass' tips. The sun's light did not seeped through her eye lids and blind her for once. Euphoria. She had not known it before, but now she knew. "Well, wake up. Come on now, the day's soon near over if you continue on like this," the strange voice spoke again. Whatever was in her head truly wasn't going to fly away and was slowly becoming an annoyance. She fluttered her eyes open and bared her teeth. Her gaze met brown fur and a wolf's scent. Ah, so she was on another wolf's property. But there was also the scent of trees. How were there trees if she has not seen a single one throughout her journey in the fields? "What are you?" she said with a threatening growl. The wolf swore she hadn't seen a single being. The land has been avoided for centuries due to the disappearances of many on its ground. She pushed herself up with staggering paws and blinked away the fog in her eyes. She was right. It was a wolf. What she noticed however, was that it had wings. Wings. The wolf was the same species as her. Maybe she wasn't alone in this world after all. "I think you meant who are you. 'What' seems a tad bit insulting, don't you think?" The voice was calm, alluring even. They came from a mother or a caring lover's mouth. "Not really," retorted the white-winged wolf, teeth still bared as her claws dug into the surprisingly cold soil. She paced back and forth with her eyes glued onto the stranger's. A chuckle. "Woah there. Harsh." "Where even am I? How did I end up in here?" Trees surrounded them and leaves shrouded the light from above. It was unnerving. "My forest, of course," stated the stranger as though it was a true fact. Claiming an entire forest was an outrageous move by wolves. One would be the main target for leaders who yearned for larger land. It was no wonder shock embedded itself onto her face. "You came here while yearning something, no? It is how-" "You own the whole forest? So this is your pack?" said she, interrupting the wolf who gave an eye roll in return. The stranger lifted a paw up to her chin. "Pack? What do you mean 'pack'? Wolves have packs? Well, I've seen a few groups-" "Are you some sort of abandoned wolf? How could you not know what a pack is?" "I told you I owned the forest, yes?" said the stranger with a smug grin. "You're trying to change the topic." "Huh, you really are stubborn. And no, I'm not trying to change anything. Like I said, I own this forest." "So you scented and claimed the whole damn thing?" snarked the she-wolf. "Wow, you're hard to get along with. I am the forest, dimwit. I'm just in a more comfortable form. Ever heard of Fossens? You know, guardians of mythical places or whatnot." The white-winged wolf shifted her gaze towards the ground. "So you're a Fossen?" "Finally. The other animals I've met in the past sure didn't take as long as you did, geez." "Are you calling me an idiot?" The Fossen shrugged. "Calm your claws, wolf. What is your name anyways?" "I have none." "Interesting. Well, I am Fores. Horrible name, I know. It was what the first animal who came through here called me, though." "Why am I even here?" "This 'here' you call is Moonshone Forest- basically my official name." If Fores was blind, she wouldn't see the rage building up within the white-winged wolf's face. "Rushing to someplace, wolf?" "Stop calling me 'wolf'." "What am I supposed to call you then? White? Light? Moon? Don't give me that look! Your fur is white." "Whatever." "How about Moonlight? Your fur fits the moon quite well. 'Light' because- well, since this forest is called Moonshone, it means the moon would shine light on you! Genius, am I right?" "It's... acceptable." "Well then, Moonlight, let me tend to your wounds." Fores outstretched a paw and lifted her left wing. Worry was evident on her. "They're larger than I expected. How'd you get those?" "A bloody fight against my past pack leader." "Ah- sensitive topic. Apologies." "It is fine. I am free now. My pack members too. No longer will an Alpha rule over my freedom and theirs. I have no pack to go to anyways." "Hm, is that so? You could stay and start a pack here! We could recruit your kind to stay with us if they too have no where to go." A forlorn look dawned in the Fossen's eyes. "I've been alone for far too long. It'll be nice to have some little animals scurrying around." |
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Posted 2023-02-28 23:06:36 (edited)
| Lore Wolves |They say what has been done shall never be changed. A life taken, a life lost. Yet, one can still break through the chains of fate which binds them. Those who believe in the chains find themselves freedom. Fores, Fallen Guardian Of Moonshone Forest: Chasm, The Resisting Prisoner Of Silence And Secrecy: Eternal, Unrivaled Shield And Sword Of The Weak: |
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Posted 2023-03-02 01:13:25 (edited)
| Locations |The forest has a beginning, but no true end. In its woods lie paths only those who grew accustomed to the dark would notice. None dare to mess with the paths for they've already seen the worst of them all. [Look Closer] —— ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ —— [Approach] —— ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ —— —— ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ —— —— ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ —— |
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Posted 2023-03-02 01:13:35 (edited)
| Pack History: The End |On a slate of stone, its glinting surface cracked and weary, set lines of words carved deep and rough. It recorded the tale of an eternal yearning; from the beginning to the end. |
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