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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Magdelena


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Mag was running, running, running. Usually she would be paying extreme attention to where each paw was placed but now was not the time. Yet again she was closing herself away, only hoping to get as far from life as possible. She thought she had finally made a friend, but it had been days since he had shown his face around her. Retreating to her old ways, she fought back in the only way she could think of : guarding her heart with soldier upon soldier, moats and walls, draw bridges, dragons... ice.

Yes, she would freeze her beating heart to numb the growing pain. When she had met Dex he melted the frozen fortress, but now she was fleeing through the snow trying to find a cold enough place to build and re-mold the icy mound that supposedly kept her alive.

It's a viscous cycle, really. A catch 22. Screwed if she does, screwed if she doesn't. Take your pick, all will work. If she opens her heart the ice melts, the draw bridge drops, the dragon retreats and in return the enemy raids her mind and breaks her heart. If she closes herself off it's a constant fight to turn her head, hold her tongue, and she quickly becomes anti-social and unwanted. But she keeps her heart nice and cold and safe. So she circles around back to her initial question : Which do I choose?

Magdelena stops short sending snow flying in all directions as she realizes she's about to cross a pack's border. Her own paws have betrayed her, brought her to where she least wanted to go. Hanging her head, her banner sways lifelessly behind her. Before her brain can even stop it, her maw is raised and a song is spilling from her throat. A song of a need to join civilization. A need to be needed, if that makes any sense. But maybe, just maybe, this will turn out alright. Maybe it'll keep her thoughts from running rampid through her tangled up, distorted mind.

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Morgin
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And I'm done hopin' that we could work it out,
I'm done with how it feels, spinnin' my wheels,
lettin' you drag my heart around.
And ohhh, and I'm done thinkin' that you could ever change.
I know my heart will never be the same, but I'm tellin' myself I'll be okay.
Even on my weakest days, I get a little bit stronger.
I get a little bit stronger.


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