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 June 23, 2011 at 12:33:10 PM by S a t o w r a
It had been a good day so far for Satowra. She had been pacing the less-than-well beaten tracks of her home, hoping to wear down the grass with her paws, leaving signs of hope and life for others to follow. A stray paw scraped the bracken to her right and a flash of fizzy blue plumage heralded the eruption of a tiny bird. It sprang away into the heavens with a witch-like cry, hovering for a brief second above her head before winging away into the horizon. Mismatched orbs turned upwards to follow its path while Satowra swallowed the bile of apprehension, suddenly aware of just how starkly her ebony pelt stood out amongst the green of her surroundings. She shook herself in annoyance, struggling to rid her pelt of a bout of shivers that crawled like centipedes along her spine. It was stupid really, the idea in her mind that the bird was foreshadowing something, but try as she might she could not dislodge the discomfort stirring in the pit of her belly. Such a wanton emotion did not combine with the jovial beauty of the day, and Satowra was loathe to let it spoil her good mood. So, in an effort to outrun it, she flexed the tendons in her strong hind legs and began to lope easily along the scented path. It was as she rocked easily in the cradling arms of her turf, that she heard the powerful note of a summons in the distance. It was strong and daunting and unmistakeably directed at her. As if on cue, her stomach began to groan and heave within as her heart performed mini-palpitations. Instinctively she knew that it had come time to prove her worth. Angling her torpedo-like form twixt two straggly bushes, she burst into the open. Her paws and flaring nostrils immediately found the border and she raced along the line with purpose, eyes slitted against the suddenly cruel glare of the sun. After a few minutes of overwrought thudding, her paws finally slowed and she came to rest, surrounded by a halo of black soot. Her eyes, when they came to rest on the feminine challenger, were cool and calculating. She hated fighting, but it was time to put her past behind her. Slowly a smile spread on her features, though not one conveying happiness or amusement. It was a mirthless grin of anticipation, one that showed she was ready to do her bit to maintain the hold she had on her home. She flexed her shoulders, noting how supple they were as they slid beneath her onyx coat. “Do not assume that, just because Bright Moon is a place for healing, I am not capable of inflicting serious damage on one who wishes to wrest it from me. We are a family, and I will not give up this place without a fight. So lead the way to the battleground,” One forepaw scraped at the ground and she ducked her head, lips rising in the tiniest of snarls. Satowra may have been a pacifist, but she was fiercely loyal and any disputer to her title would be sorely dealt with. I see through the eye of the storm;
{ Satowra | Alpha of Bright moon | ebony with a white face and a white, lightning-jagged mark on her flank | female | four years of age | lover of none}  |
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- Love me or Hate me... Either way I'm on your mind. - By Stray Grace June 23, 2011 at 03:46:42 PM
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