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 November 12, 2011 at 05:06:44 PM by Satowra
Even as the intrepid explorer, brimful of angst, ventured further into that nostalgic landscape, she could barely believe it. Everything was a she had left it all those moons ago, save for the myriad of separate scents streaking like flavourful lightning across the landscape. Her heart contracted bitterly, though even through her pain it was edged in relief. Relief that Bright Moon had survived her untimely abandonment and, even more so than that, relief that her successor had proved so wonderfully reliable. Still, each pawstep that brought her closer to her former packlands, brought her closer to the inevitable confrontation that would lead to questions she did not think she would be able to answer. Tamlin had only gotten short wind of her departure, with no details and the others hadn’t known at all. She shuddered in her ebon pelt to imagine the pained looks on the maws of Raylen and Rio. Oh how right the former male had been that night, whispering in her ear of her brokenness. She had been naïve in thinking that she could heal others without first healing herself. Still, she had learned much in her self-inflicted exile, and discovered much about herself. The sky stretched ahead of her, an endless blue expanse of hope and marvel, though the sight of such a jovial wonder of nature left her feeling emptier inside. He moved subtly on the fringes of her subconscious, taunting her with his scent that lay sparsely but noticeable on the upcoming Bright Moon border. It turned out she hadn’t been as well equipped as she had initially thought to handle the ghosts of her past. A bird launched out of the brush to her right shoulder, and she flinched back to reality with a jolt, her mind focusing on the task at hand once more. Leading a pack had taught her to separate business from emotions and she had decided to file her reintegration into the pack under such a name. Business. Just business. Steeling herself, she ventured closer to the border, coming to rest with two paws across the scent line. In her mind, she was fighting a war between respect and pride. She would not cower like an omega, but she knew she was no longer a queen. A deserter would be the polite term for the pathetic, flea bitten cur that was she. Still, see if she what would happen to a wolf that called her that to her milky muzzle. Settling lightly on her haunches, she wrapped the tip of her tail neatly across her front paws and cocked an ear so as to better hear the telltale thud of approaching footfalls. Come one, come all, to catch a glimpse of the ravaged lady and hear her embittered tale. Hopefully, the three to greet her would be the four males she knew and respected so very highly. Somewhere deep within her she was certain that, if they didn’t understand or forgive her, nobody would. The coarse racket of a group of cicadas tickled her ears and she barked lightly, startling them into silence. She would not have the moment of her truth ringing with such an irritating, carefree noise. Indeed, our naïve and adoring young fatale had grown up some since we last caught a glimpse of her white-spattered flank slinking away through the underbrush. Satowra sighed heavily, releasing all the pent up anguish and tension from her system. There would be no fight that day. Only horrible, brash and ringing questions to impale her swollen heart. Still, curiosity was only understandable. Each wolf would have to be reassured that they had not driven her away and that, now she had returned, she would not be leaving again in a hurry. Oh, if she could only reassure herself. OOC-forgive my rustiness, which I expect needs no explanation:) 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}  |
Replies:
- let me hate you, let me break you - By raylen November 17, 2011 at 06:02:05 AM
’o death. - By Rio November 27, 2011 at 02:20:57 AM
do not despair the quaking winds for fear shall surely find you hear - By Satowra November 27, 2011 at 05:47:44 PM
let me hate you, let me break you - By raylen November 27, 2011 at 10:11:08 PM
i used to believe - By tamlin. November 28, 2011 at 01:41:33 AM
- By . November 18, 2011 at 10:35:52 PM