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 20, 2011 at 01:25:44 AM by fallacy



What is a heart save for an organ? The contorted, twitching muscle known as the heart has many uses, but none of which, in Fallacy's books at least, had any sentimental meaning. She is not a wolf of emotions. The ones that trained her so thoroughly and harshly used the word pure to describe the haunting emptiness of her gaze and the absolute lack of all normal emotions displayed by her cold actions. Despite this lofty title, any vargs who value the virtues of love, kindness, compassion, or even any kind of feeling whatsoever would call her ruined. The wolfess herself, of course, has no opinion on the condition of her soul. It is a far stretch, but maybe, just maybe, if, after being exiled from her previous place of employment, she had wandered to some place were the buttery yellow beams of the sun shone upon benevolence rather than glacial militancy, she would have morphed into a being that could feel. Since that had not transpired, a change for the deadly assassin seemed unlikely to the extreme.

The pair of alert soldiers perched on top of the slim girl's skull had picked up the sound of a howl from her king, a howl summoning a group of creatures to assist in the border patrol along the boundary of Bright Moon pack. She turned with an almost mechanical certainty toward the sound and began to lope, her strides graceful and sure. She is like a swallow taking flight as she runs. Her pace is fast, her small bodice propelled through the gnarled foliage neatly and efficiently. She lopes smoothly and freely until her olfactory system alerts her that she is not far from the small group of already assembled warriors. At that point, the lithe doll slowed down her pace to an oiled jog. Her legs move rhythmically and she is silent, like a ghost flitting amongst the eerie trees.

Fallacy arrived in the snowy clearing less than a minute after the pale Enigma and ebony Marx had made their introduction, so she is far from late. Her frame is held respectfully, ears slanted back, dull brown iris' refusing to make contact with her master's dark gaze. Her tail, as usual, hangs low by her pallid haunches. She feels no need to make a formal introduction of herself, so rather than speaking, the lean lass simply inclined her head to the king before placing herself at a point from which she can see everyone. Call it a strange quirk if you will, but Fallacy's unerring instinct maintained that she not turn her back on anyone save for her leader. She was following that impulse now without much thought.

ooc: Minnie is not feeling the posting flow tonight...








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