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 14, 2011 at 11:16:07 PM by Honeydew
 I stood, my legs sighing in pleasure as the strain was released from them. Hello, my name is Honeydew, or just Dew for short. Whatever you wish. I said to him, smiling. Well, that's alright. I hope to gain that status as well. Thank you for coming along, I thought me legs were going to give out. I added, shaking them as they regained feeling. Bowing sucks. Simple fact of life. Not to be rude or anything, but is there anyone nearby that can accept me? It feels weird having a conversation with someone when I'm seperated by an invisible line. I said, sniffing the air to see if he had company. I talked a lot, and I had the tendency to ramble on. and on, and on. I was trying to keep a lid on it, no use ruining first impressions by yakking his ears off, but it was becoming increasingly difficult ad the silence rang in my ears. As a way to occupy myself, I studied my surroundings. The first traces of life were beginning to show in the ashes, the bright green of a young sapling lying in stark constrast to the grey around it. This place had been devestated, once upon a time, by something terrible and evil and altogether vile. It had been long ago, by the look of it. Burned ground requires time to become fertile again, and seeds had to have time to land and take root. All in all, it was amazing that life exsisted here. A true marvel. And I just might get to live among it. Trying not to get to detachted from the conversation, I imagined the place as it would be years from now. Green would be more abundant, and what had started would be close to ending. New would replace old, and I would be older, but still prance among the newness like a pup, happy to have seen it from start to finish. It was a lovely dream, it was, and I was happy to feel the grass that would one day cover the land whisper between my paws. Snapping back to reality, I waited for the wold, Chrno's, reply. |
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