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 24, 2011 at 12:20:51 PM by tamlin


Tones as soft and flowing as a mantle of silk flow out of his maw. They had remained unanswered for a while – the essa had seemed a tad agitated and had not appreciated his attempt to lighten the mood. Rio finally supplied his lyrics, adding to the light hearted tone. “A temper tantrum, hmm?” To be honest, the alpha male of Bright Moon felt more than a little bad about poking fun about a comrade behind her back, despite the fact that her exit had been rather disrespectful and amusing. The boy sighed internally but kept his game face in place. His stoic approach to life would remain intact for a while now. Keeping grave, however, was harder than it sounded. He couldn't help the soft smirk that tugged his lips as the mother writhed once more, locked in her contracts, and brought forth two more little souls into the world. She cared for the dutifully by ripping off the protective birthing sack, licking them off and nudging them gently until their little maws grasped her teats and began to suckle. However, this situation was not wondrous enough to keep the fleeting smile that had glanced upon his muzzle before fading, as most smiles that the lithe male brought into existence did, into nothingness. His harks perked forward attentively as she spoke sweetly to the pups, explaining to them their names as they came. Hence Tamlin came to know (and would likely never forget) that Flawless, Sweets and Oreo Twist were the children of a mysterious multi-toned femma who had given birth on his borders. Perhaps if he came in contact with them in later life he would tell them their names and pretend to be physic. Actually, reflecting back on the idea... Perhaps not... Now, to refocus his mind on the things that mattered at the moment i.e, the fea and her words. His sinous bodice remains in it's position, a lordly sit, as she spoke, her tones earnest and fervant. “You are welcome to stay here as long as you wish, miss.” His respectful yet still dominant voice graces the air as he graciously accepted her thanks before adding his own little touch to the sentence. He turned his head as Rio leaned in to speak and politely listened to the words his gamma had to offer. “Do as you wish. My den is not to far away – it should be large enough for the whole family.” His words are a murmur meant for Rio's rouge auds alone. His navy glance bestowed himself on the distinctly disgruntled-looking Demon Moon. The red male looked more than a bit sad that Rainwhisper had fled the scene. The alpha stallion didn't appreciate the look that the Omega was giving his Gamma, but decided not to comment. Instead he gave a nod to the brutus, a sign that his attempts to help were not being ignored. The dashing figure lifted his crown upwards and observed the sky. The sun was beginning to rise higher, indicating that he had little time before the hunt was scheduled to begin. “I have to be going now.” With a final lingering glance toward the whole scene he pivoted neatly on his slender, ivory haunches and vanished into the thick growth.

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