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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I stand at the edge of the clearing, under the limbs of a great tree, watching as more wolfs come.
Tamlin is kind to all of the new wolfs and has something that attracts me. not in a 'im in love' way but in a 'this is where i belong. this is who should lead me' kinda way that makes me feel content.
a femora, Twilight Dream, joins the growing numbers. she is very formal in her introduction. i find her blue lookers striking.
as the one known as Rio comes into the clearing looking depressed i feel a sadness for him.
now another hessian comes into the clearing, one with a crimson cloak by the name of Demon Moon.
as more and more wolfs flood in, adding to the already large number, i become more relaxed. soon i step forward fully into the clearing and easy my hind down to the ground, the smallest hint of a smile gracing my maw.
the sun's rays cause my glossy blond coat to shimmer in its embrace.
my mismatched orbs reflect my pure contentment with a warm glow.
my stomach growls, or rather whispers, reminding me of my hunger.
i cant wait to hunt with my new 'family.' i wonder who Tamlin will honor as hunt leader ? most likely one of his loyal followers, not a new wolf.
as i ponder this, i become completely relaxed. i zone and fantasize about my life at Blossom, keeping an audit out for the lyrics of Tamlin or any of the other wolfs.
im unusually girlish and excited. why ? its not like me at all....
this is what my mind asks me as i fantasize.


OOC:sorry that post was so crapy... :/

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