The Bracken Woods chapter renewal

@Hemlocke
set on 2-3-2020

Uriel thought of his words, days later. She wished her ward to be a place of all acceptance, but did not think not all wished to bask in the light of sun, but stay under the moon, and the stars. The name Sunward, came to the light she wished to have, the light she held within her golden coat, and to arise to become what she desired to be; a phoenix. However, she did realize his words meant truth, while the sun accepts all, not all can walk in it's glory.

She sought out the blackened shadow, and wished to consult him; if the name Sunward, should be changed. Their claim was still a beginning, and while no one was official, she still counted him as a valued wolf, who claimed to help protect.

He could see her, seeking, searching. But for whom? He was the only one besides her that he knew lingered within these halls of mixed conifers- pine, fir, western larch and all and everything in between. Could it be for him? Her golden coat, under the glow of the moon, came into his direction. Yes, seeking him. She knows he does not walk the day so meets him when he can come out from hiding. There is the most subtle smile over his features, hidden under the stark black of his coat. Devilish ears atop his crown, they twitch to the stillness of the forest, savor her delicate footsteps. He hesitates but then slowly makes his way towards her, head tilting with silent question of her desire.

She knew he could only be sought within the night, and awaited the day to pass for the moon to arrive. Uriel dipped her head in greeting, "Hello Hemlocke," before getting to the point, "i've come to ask for your opinion," so she started, "I thought of our previous exchange, and thought perhaps.. The name Sunward would not be a name all could unify towards. Like yourself, who is more of moonlight prone, perhaps there is another name I can seek out. However, I am not sure what could be between the moon, and the sun as a combination. There was a few, but none held to heart."

She couldn't deny simply thinking, Moonward but it'd be to the start of her original thought line. Not all want the sun's blessings, but the moon and the stars.. The light and the dark, she did not want wolves to care where they aligned toward, but to come together, and protect the ward. An ideal sanctuary, she held, but needed improvements.

She greeted with a pleasant dip of her muzzle and then quickly moved onto business. She was a business women, this mich was obvious. She poured her heart and soul into her ideals for a sanctuary to call home for her and those who gathered. One day, perhaps, he would learn to know her on a level other then this but had already learned some few traits about her by listening and observing. Those were his two best qualities, after all. She wanted his suggestion then, for the name of her pack and he was honored that she had asked him such, the corners of his mouth tugging upward. 

Sunward, Moonward, Starward... He whispers with groveled tones. It does not matter. We are all children of the Gods. Some of us just to happened to be favored over another, as we may favor one of them. Which he could leave her to assume the he was not favored by the sun granted his condition, but only by the moon mother. In truth, he believed that to bask upon the sunlight burned him because of how he had been conceived. Because he was an abomination and the Sun God wished to smite him and force him to writhe within the shadows which he belonged. It was the Moon Mother, perhaps, which shown him pity, understanding he was an innocent to this. That this was not the child's doing, but the witch of a mother whom he birthed him. 

Not many may believe in the Gods whom join. They may see the Sunward with a different meaning, through their own eyes... Whatever the name, it did not matter. What mattered was the wolves within it and that their purpose stay true. He shifts, his tail, curled up at its ending, sweeps to the side and his bloody gaze turns to the skies. The moon is bright yet again but after a time as always, it would be the Sun's turn to watch over the earth again. Ahh... He speaks, his ponder ended. Crown falling, the shadow turns back to his golden counterpart. May I suggest, Skyward? It would cover all grounds, would it not?

"Perhaps not, but it can be attempted to be as one, under us." Uriel understood his meaning, and his wariness over the light. They could be counted as opposites, as her golden pelt was blessed by the sun, bit his darkened ink was blessed by the moon. However she did not care for his dark pledge toward the abyss, for he would become anew within this forest. Maybe then, within his mind, the sun will give it's blessing to him.

She nodded, for she was one. The Gods were not a huge figure within the lioness's life, but since Hemlocke came, she had a change of heart. The sun wasn't graced to all, and her pack which was supposed to be a sanctuary, would not be to others who are more inclined to the moons love. Sunward, as pleasant as it was to herself, she should not focus on the tied name, but a unified one.

"Skyward. Uriel repeated the name, and nodded. The sky fell rule to none, for the two shared it's domain, moving between each other, "perhaps I should treat you for previous meet, and to celebrate our new name." A smile, a new name arose from the ashes just as she has.

The shadow did not know how deeply Uriel's love or belief in the Gods was, though knew she had believed in them enough. At least, that is what she have the impression of and that she believed in multiple gods of the world around them. Perhaps she too believed in Mother Earth and the Sea God? Perhaps, one day, he would tell her tales of them, if she so chose... 

It was perhaps in this knowledge of the Gods existence which plagued him so about his past, about his creation. He knew that if there was good all mighty within the realm, there was evil as well. Hemlocke just hoped, so desperately, by trying to be a good and honest wolf, he would not fall into their clutches in the afterlife. 

Skyward. The name repeated on her lips. The skies which was the sanctuary of the Sun and Moon Gods as the land was to use. His eyes fell downward to meet her once more. She spoke of treating him for their last meet, when he had braced the sun to help that which had been struck. And, she said, to celebrate their new name. His heavy sides rose with a deep breath, a smile nearly hidden within the darkness of his features. The pack would be named after his suggestion and he felt something he rarely did - pride. Thank you, Uriel.

perhaps they can find min-territories or an ending!!

"Come, let us explore our new Skyward and perhaps feast on this night." She smiled brightly to the dark phoenix, as another beginning would unfold. The name Skyward, held through to her sun-shone heart. She had desired the ward to be as bright as she wished to be, to be like the sun in the sky, but forgotten, the moon can be the same. Uriel held the moon within her own silvers, and she forgotten while shining brightly, everyone had their days in the night. The moon gave peace in that darkness.

A beautiful night, and a beautiful day to celebrate.

Oh I have a sub territory idea for the herbs and healing area. Just have to post it! We can fade this into them finding food or play out a hunt?

 

And there was he, the dark soul, come to her within the shadows to remind her each day of those on that other side of the coin which roamed the night skies whilst she ran through the daylight. Yet under the same sky they were, as the Moon and Sun both held within it. The sky was an ever changing being of its own, endless and either colored brightly or completely dark. 

He nods to his counterpart silently, long and spidery legs carrying him to close the distance between them. For them to run freely and happily under the Moonlight until something caught their eyes.

ya!!
post one and tag mee

So they ventured together as the moon brightly lit their path to the feast that awaits. Hopefully someone can come a cross the path, and not only to fill their cache, but to fill the stomaches for their newly-named land. It'd be a grand festival perhaps, to prepare for the new seasons to come across as the new name would soar their hearts.

A Moonfall for the Sun.