Welcome to the land of Wicked Lights. It is home to two rival packs: the blood thirsty,
dark pelts called Cursed Moon and the kind hearted light pelts, Blessed Sun. A few
years have gone by since Cursed Moon was formed. They were once part of Blessed Sun,
but their alpha became greedy for power.
Tensions are building at the packs' border. Word of Cursed Moon conquering neighboring packs is whispering
among the light pelts, saying that the dark ones will come to defeat them.
High positions are available. Will you become a light pelt? A dark pelt? Or will you
create something entirely new?
Events
Grand opening on Saturday, November 25th!! Try to get as members as possible so we
can have as much activity as we can to gain new people to post with! Hope to see you
then!
Also, moderation positions will open up the Friday before (the 24th); the rules will
be posted on Thursday (23rd) night in the announcements.
Updates
11/21/17 Site is up and running. All high positions available!
An early morning breeze trickled across the bare walls of the surrounding cliffs. It brought the scent of cool dirt and dewy granite. At the tip of a dropoff stood a broad form. Tufts of their fur swayed in the whispering winds as their blue and golden orbs gazed down upon the territory below them. The dark figure was the alpha of Cursed Moon, Hyperion. Wet nostrils twitching ever so slightly, Hyperion picked through the various scents the breeze carried. He was searching for any possible traces of prey within the mountain range that made up his (temporary) home. He hummed in mild disappointment when he found nothing. No surprise there, he mused to himself. It wasn't often that there was even a small morsel rooting about in the rough terrain. Luckily, he had recently taken over a nearby pack's territory. It was on the other side of the mountains from the damned Blessed Sun pack, and it was just a small stretch of woods. All it had were badgers, for the most part. The ebony alpha snarled at the thought of the unenlightened wolves. His pack might be growing in size, but he knew he needed as many teeth and claws as he could get to fight the light pelts. Sighing, he turned away from the cliff's edge and stalked off to do a quick check of the territory.
Cassiopeia wanders idly through the territory, pale yellow eyes an indication of her good mood. Well, not good, per se; she wasn't particularly pleased with anything at the moment, but she was...content. It would be a good while yet until the rest of the pack awakened, which is why she had woken up so early; she found that between organizing hunts and patrols during the day, she had little time to herself. Hence, her new tradition: early morning walks. The air is cool and crisp, thanks to the mountain's elevation, and her breath mists with each exhale. If only prey were more plentiful, this might actually be a sanctuary of sorts.
There is a slight stutter in her gait as auds pick up on the sound of pawsteps, though the brief flash of concern soon fades as a sensitive nose picks up on the familiar scent of her alpha. Pausing until he comes within sight, she turns towards him, narrow muzzle dipping slightly in a cordial greeting. "Hyperion," She utters, slight surprise in her tone, "I didn't expect to see you out here. Is there something I can do for you?" Her voice is cold, though it is in no form a disrespect; she just tended to speak with a guarded air around her if she wasn't entirely relaxed.
something inside this heart has died, you're in ruins
Well aware of one of his pack members approaching, Hyperion elected to not acknowledge the wolf for the time being. He continued to pad across the rough dirt until he rounded a long-dead pine tree and spotted his loyal beta. He raised his broad cranium as she dipped her own and greeted him. He observed her just as cooly as she addressed him - not with disgust, but with a professional regard.
"Not particularly, at the moment,"the ebony wolf responded off-handedly, "I was merely going for a quick pass through the territory. Nothing that requires the presence of my beta, but you are welcome to join me." As he spoke, Hyperion's blank gaze slowly swept across the boulders and scraggly foliage speckled around them. His blue and golden orbs finally landed on Cassiopeia as he awaited her reply.
Cassiopeia cannot help but be slightly relieved that the larger wolf had not come looking for her specifically. Though she would, of course, complete any task given to the best of her ability, she had grown to enjoy the lack of responsibility that the early morning brought. Humming slightly in response, she tilts her head in contemplation. It could be nice to have company; besides, it's not as though she weren't already heading that direction anyhow. "A quick walk through the territory would be a welcome break." A break from the rest of the pack, a break from the camp; she purposely leaves her meaning open to interpretation.
As they begin to walk, she allows herself to meet his eyes for a mere two moments; she knew better than to seem challenging. However, his eyes were a fascination - not in the romantic way that she-wolves would always gush about back when she was still a part of Blessed Sun, of course. Rather, they were a curiosity; she had never seen two colors on such opposite ends of the spectrum held within one gaze before. She idly wonders if his parents held this trait before dismissing the notion in favor of a more interesting train of thought. It's going to get harder to travel down the mountain for prey once the snows set in." She pauses for a moment, mulling over her words. "I'd like to take a few of the more skilled wolves down and try to scare a herd towards us - less chance of some poor fool slipping on ice and breaking their neck." She glances over at him inquisitively, awaiting his opinion, or permission. ----------------------------------------------------------------- ooc: potential thread idea once we get more members, maybe? c:
something inside this heart has died, you're in ruins
words: 221 // tags: Cassiopeia // notes: idk if this makes any sense i'm so tired from work lol
The Cursed Moon alpha gave a slight tilt of the head at the hushed note of the fae's hum. Although he did not consider Cassiopeia as a friend, he was still interested in what her response might be. An alpha must be close to his beta, after all. He was proven correct, as she had given forethought towards the pack's food levels, during their walk across the mountain paths. Hyperion's ebony audits perked while he turned his broad head to face his beta. His multicolored orbs were narrowed ever so slightly in concentration as they walked. "Seems like a good plan. I might even have the larger wolves move some of the larger rocks to make a clear path for the prey to run through. You could even have another party waiting on the other end. Attack the prey from both sides," he tacked on after her explanation. His damp nostrils twitched minutely before he swiveled his snout forward once more. Glad I picked a competent beta. Those are few and far between, he grumbled to himself, then snorted at the thought. He dismissed it quickly, like most thoughts he deemed unimportant compared to the fight for enlightenment. At that thought, though, he raised his head and searched the skies for the rays of the sun.
Vervain: Ah, a new member! <3
Dec 6, 2017 22:07:28 GMT
Vervain: I'm late to the greeting party
Dec 6, 2017 22:07:49 GMT
Caracal Corps: Hey, Vervain, I think it's still your turn
Dec 11, 2017 8:21:05 GMT
Deadloch: Hi, hope you're thriving! Just dropping by to say hello.
Dec 17, 2017 22:37:56 GMT
Caracal Corps: trying to but everyone disappeared within a week :/
Dec 22, 2017 4:07:47 GMT
Deadloch: Perhaps it's because of the holiday season.
Dec 26, 2017 6:38:42 GMT
beaire: hello, are you still trying to remain active?
Dec 28, 2017 16:46:03 GMT
Caracal Corps: yes! sorry, been working and sleeping
Dec 31, 2017 7:24:01 GMT
SureLochian: Ah hello
Dec 31, 2017 7:27:16 GMT
SureLochian: So, I wanted to pitch you an idea and ask your opinion of how well it might work in your RP Setting
Dec 31, 2017 7:40:28 GMT
SureLochian: Also I was wondering when you're going to create boards for the Blessed Sun pack
Dec 31, 2017 8:09:37 GMT
Caracal Corps: I don't really know what all they should have. I was going to discuss it with the alpha of the pack
Jan 2, 2018 4:36:03 GMT
Lochpick: Who is the alpha? Or is there one?
Jan 2, 2018 5:59:34 GMT
Lochpick: Also I'd suggest having neutral lands, as well. Some people, like myself, might like playing a neutral character that doesn't wanna intrude on pack land at risk of death or recruitment.
Jan 2, 2018 6:02:55 GMT
Cyloch: HAPPY SECOND DAY OF THE NEW YEAR
Jan 2, 2018 22:22:29 GMT
Caracal Corps: there isn't an alpha and ohh yeah I should probably do that ^^'
Jan 3, 2018 0:54:01 GMT
Caracal Corps: I added 2 neutral boards... I'll probably do a thread for new suggestions
Jan 3, 2018 21:30:01 GMT
WolfLoch: Fantastic!
Jan 4, 2018 3:52:29 GMT
Caracal Corps: reminder that alpha and beta position of Blessed Sun are open as well as all the mod positions
Jan 15, 2018 5:54:20 GMT
Lochsmith: O:
Jan 29, 2018 1:39:24 GMT
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