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 27, 2011 at 12:34:20 PM by S a t o w r a
Satowra was walking in a daydream. Each velveteen pad that fell to kiss the earth fell without purpose, for it was a rare day which she could enjoy without having some duty or other to rush off to. The wind buffeted her pelt unhurriedly, carrying with it the scents of her home and her new life and further intensifying the rich smell of the flowers lying in a thick carpet of dew below her. The hairs on her belly felt stiff with dried sweat from her recent exertions, but she made no move to groom herself, for there were none to note her disarray. Her warriors had been fairly quiet as of late and she had met but few of them, having seen neither hide nor hair of Tamlin or Odayin in many moons. She had been aching for an audience especially with the strong combatant of the ice, having missed the companionship of females for awhile. The only one she had spent some time with bore the title Makko, and she was far younger than the fea. Of course Satowra cherished time with any and all of her packmates, but she was keen to just unload some of her worries on the shoulders of an older female friend and confidant. Usually, upon feeling such a biting loneliness, she would make the short trek to Saw Tooth to visit with Moth, her old alpha and friend. However, the news that travelled thick and fast as wildfire was that the gentle fea was in labour, and Satowra knew her presence on the territory would bode her no good while the pack was in such frenzy. Certainly though, as soon as Moth brought those bundles of life into the cosmos, Satowra would make sure she would be among the first to visit. Sin her most secret of hearts, the ebony fatale had nursed a fragile longing that she too would make a mother one day. That though, was a frail and tattered hope indeed, and the business of choosing a father gave her both a headache and heartache. Still, she was not about to let such troublesome thoughts spoil her enjoyment of the day. Thus, she continued on at her leisurely pace, drinking in the blossoming life around her and twisting lithely around the thorny bushes that dotted the landscape. The howl, when it reached her ears, was different from other summoning howls she had heard before. It did not carry that note of incessant, impatient need that birthed annoyance in the fea, but instead a resignation to the length of time it would take to give the stranger any attention. Satowra stilled her slow passage and let her muzzle rise to test the scents on the air, her plume moving ever so gently in the swirling of the breeze. Nothing came to her than, for she was still too far away, but excitement fizzed like electricity in her belly and she resumed her walk once more, though this time her gait had lengthened to a swift trot. It was not particularly ground-eating, but she knew she could keep up the pace all day and she was still a long way from the visitor, who appeared to be several kilometres up the border. The trees shook their leaves patronizingly at her, as though laughing at the little groundling moving beneath their sheltering boughs. The thought of trees laughing at her insignificance, made her smile and her mood improved considerably from the slightly sullen one her mask had taken on at being interrupted during one of her cherished solitary forays. When the wolf came into sight, Satowra was not dissapointed. She was grey and silver, a young female from the look of her. The onyx maiden was infinitely grateful at the presence of another female, and especially one who knew the proper persona to evoke when standing on a border. Satowra slowed her brisk trot to a steady walk until she stood before the young female with a smile plastered to her maw and her plume swaying vertically above her. Her mismatched orbs glowed briefly with warmth, though her voice rang with only a slight note of greeting as she spoke the usual words, “Greetings stranger. I am Satowra, alpha of Bright Moon. I heard your call. Please, state you name and submit if you wish to join this family, or else state your business for being here,” Her tongue felt slightly sticky with the goo of shy humility, but Satowra did not let such a trivial thing as that hinder her for long. She waited patiently for the female to do as she was bid, though her attention was beginning to waver again to the beauty glowing in the sky and the warmth of the air around her. Raylen’s words rang once more in her head and she smiled to herself. Mother Nature certainly had done a wonderful job that day. OOC_Despite the break you've had, you still roleplay very well. It will be good to have you in Bright Moon:) 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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- Courage does not always roar - By Celtic June 27, 2011 at 10:46:21 PM
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