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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Kitsaiyanna flinched away, backing up farther, her angelic vocals rumbling out softly, barely carrying the distance to caress the audits of the other lupines. It had been a soft, unsure whine. Her fur ruffled, again as if blood and fire rolled down her, as small lights reflected off to make it look as such. She stepped carefully forward, into the light, and a flash illuminated the area before she stood silver before them, strong build shaking, her bloodied wound clear against her body. It went from her should to her flank, a gaping wound where claws had ripped through her. Her vocals carried again, still almost to soft to hear. "I-- No. I was looking for a home for a while now. Looking for help, actually. I tried to heal myself but it's too large and deep and-- Well you probably don't care anyways." She shrugged, her fierce build the complete opposite of her actions and voice. One would expect a fight from her, with her frame that could have been a male's, just not as large. She stepped hesitantly forward again. "Not that scars are anything new." Her pelt seemed to hold silver flames now, as she moved the light on her pelt moved as well, making it look as if pools of silver and fire were running down her. "I am Kitsaiyanna." She said softly, even softer than before now that she was close. "Call me as you wish." She whispered, and then her vision went black completely. Her eyes were not cloudy, so they did not give her away-- irises were still there, although maybe a bit cloudy... Hopefully they hadn't noticed. The blood loss had increased the rate she was losing her sight. She pawed at her face, a growl of frustration and pain escaping her. "Dammit!" She said giving up. She could hear the breaths of the wolves, so she turned her head toward the sound uncertainly.

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