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 September 2, 2011 at 10:54:24 PM by Rainwhisper
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Icey steel orbits peer through the brush.A pale steel hued vixen pads through the umbrage,her mug lowered slightly to catch a scent.Her dark steel tipped lobes pricked as two howls cut through the domain.Her dark steel pads are silent as she walks on.Her banner,tipped with dark ash,is slightly lowered but still high to show she isn't afriad.She can tell the rain that is about to fall is nearing,yet she continues her journey.She see's the rolling clouds,yet she pads forward.The boom of thunder shakes the earth.She lowers her ears as if preparing.She shakes her silver hide out and lets it fall flat. Suddenly rain is pouring down aroound her drenching form and everything around her.Instead of running as most lupins would have,she paddes through the domain that leads to the pack border,as if nothing was wronge.The only diffrence about her is the gleam in her icy-steel orbs.She smiled,Her ivories flashing from underneith her labrums.She hit the border at long last and sat down,her banner warpped around her pads.She raised her mug and let out a howl to call the lead to her.She lowered her crown and waited as the rain fell on her pelt. Replies:
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