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 October 9, 2011 at 02:23:49 AM by Chrno
 The middle-aged teen turned his amber golden gaze towards the stench of other vargs, then altered his course towards it, his muscles rippling under his ebon cloak, which when touched by the right amount of light, would reveal to an onlooker that the vikings pelt carried a midnight blue hue. Going on with appearance, it would seem that only the males cologne could distinguish his sex, besides the member resting between his hinds... as his bodice was lean and slim, around the size like that of a well conditioned female. Below his left eye, a scar that had grown back on his ebon pelt took the colour of an ashy/gray revealed a cross-like mark for all to see. This being said, the oricles above that certain mark were mirrors to the soul inside, as they always are. The looking glass revealed a quiet nature, that had the ability to be filled with laughter and happiness. The way the boy held his plummage behind him allowed the virtue of dedication to be visible to the naked eye. Chrno wanted to be able to serve the best he could and that was all he ever remembered wanting to do... which is why he was in search of a pack. He knew nothing of his past. Nothing at all. It may have been a mighty traumatic situation that sent his brain to click off the lightswitch over his memories, but it didn't seem to bother the male. Chrno was not a varg that would question as to why something was there... or rather, not there. He did however question whether or not he made the correct decision in certain situations. The lad was indeed level-headed (as well as extremely shy), and had no room in his heart for pride and vainity. At the moment, nothing but the destination was on the raven-hued brute's mind. As his nares detected the scent of the border line approaching, the titans ebon pillars kicked into second gear, and soon he was at the territory line of what he would come to know as Bright Moon. Whether he was turned down or accepted, the name would most likely reach his eavesdroppers at some point in time. He was afterall, still in his early years, and would mature into an adult during the course of the next few months. The cross-mark beside his left orb crunched down into a contorted "x" shape and his solid golden luminaries traced the area from left to right, leaving the boy wondering if anyone was indeed nearby at all. Finally, the shadowy titan came to the decision that it was probably the best idea to cross the line since the cologne and perfumes of obvious pack members were all gathered together... there must be some sort of pack meeting. His talons crossed over the boundary line, making the brujo sure that he was pushing his luck. Not that he had any, of course, but just to be safe, the young demon pranced a few steps back, and then trotted forward, head low and tassel flat against his curves. The teen raised his chiseled apex, inhaled, and let the scents race down his larynx and weave past the ivory daggers that shot down over his pink muscle from their places in his maw. The scents led him straight to the sidelines of the pack meeting he'd guessed about. Once Chrno was sure he was in the right place at the right time, and the wish of his joining made clear to whoevers nares would pick up on his own cologne, the male opened his stargazers once more. Ah but even there we have a clue to his lost past. Apparantly, the masculine had more than memories to chase after. The young hessain had also lost around 30% of his vision even despite the fact that he was a teen on the verge of adulthood. Youthful power surged through his spinal cordm and his want to please was clearly visible. Perhaps when he was older, it would recover somewhat, but for now, the lad would have to deal with his temporary vision. He would learn to use his other senses to detect things... and not have to rely just on sight. Afterall, he could only make out shapes and the colour of the sky. Everything else he saw in black and white. Grayscale. The brujo was cursed to never see more than faded soft shades of colours. Even if his blindness did cure itself with no help, he would always have the problem of never seeing in color. But that didn't bother him. As he'd known the black and white hue his whole life. Chrno stayed standing, unsure of what to do since he had no clue exactly what was entirely going on... he didn't have the courage to look straight up- for fear that the dullness in his oricles would be spotted and he would be turned away entirely. Nor did he acknowledge any of the wolves... shady figure in the back of the room much? Oh well, it wasn't his fault for being weird... well... maybe just a little. If he was supposed to say his name, well oops. It wasn't a big deal if he had to be asked for it- he would give it on command. So there he was, the boy with many problems in his life, but with service written in his bones, and the willingness to try something new- as well as the strength to bring himself back up off the ground if he ever fell. Chrno had the potential of a fantastic warrior. He just needed to take the first step to his future. This was that step. He waited until there was a clear indent for his own imput, and then pushed his voice past his maw. My name is Chrno, a loner for the first year of my short life. With me I bring the ability to hunt and heal. Fighting is not a thing I enjoy, but if it is required, I will put forth whatever energy I have into it. It would be an honor if I were allowed into your family. It is the only thing I will ever ask for of you. He lowered himself to the terra firma, exposing his back and his throat. He had no clue of what to do. The boy had never been in a situation like this... therefore, this was probably the best he could muster up. k i k i holy cow minnie, sorry for the utter late-ness. weddings can be terrible horriffic things if theyre not planned correctly :) i didn't have much muse, but i promised you i'd send in one of my freaky deaks, so here he is <3;; this post was edited 3 different times on 2 different days. so...if it doesn't make sense... its okay. im just half-asleep 
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