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 December 9, 2011 at 10:36:19 PM by Chrno
 The teen couldn’t see… well, not that he was blind, he just couldn’t see in color. His world was grayscale… dull, non-interesting. He envied the luxury that others had… to be able to see the colors of the setting sun (even if it did remind them of puke), and to be able to see what color a butterfly was that landed on their radars. Chrno was forever damned from this lovely way of life- and he’d kept it secret. But his tumble over a tree root right in front of the alpha during the pack hunt (that hadn’t happened, as Ambrosia and Twilight had taken up the duty and were now hunting instead of everyone else due to the arrival of a challenger, and some past alphess that chrno himself had never heard of)… that trip had seemed to pull the pallid King closer to what Chrno was experiencing. In any case, he was out of that awkward situation (for the moment) and would probably tell Tamlin later about it… if it became a problem… no. It wouldn’t become a problem. In any case, no one would know unless he wanted them to... or if they managed to guess correctly about the cross-shaped scar tissue that ran along the lines of his left optic. The ebon hessian raced across the borders, letting the sharp tang of coniferous and deciduous trees form a riot in his detector. But it wasn’t just that. It would seem that a newcomer had arrived. Being just an add-on himself, the boy changed his course of direction and pranced consciously towards the area where the perfume was radiating from. What he found there waiting for him was a femme whom obviously wished to gain admittance into the area. Being an unranked varg himself, Chrno could do little but give the ess something to look at and a confidant if she so wished to speak. Approahing her with nervous pads, the shy boy (who rarely spoke more than three words per day), announced his libretto, letting his low voice break the atmosphere of its silence. “My name is Chrno… an unraked varg of Bright Moon-,” a small, bashful smile graced his kissers, hoping that it might calm him down. He did not, however, let his anxiety flow out onto his palette so that the lady would know of his nervous behavior. “Please stand, I am not the one you should be submitting to.” His audettes twisted with a timid look to them. 
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- Don't Worry Be Happy - By Honeydew December 14, 2011 at 11:16:07 PM