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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My rubia bodice changes its position from one for better seeing the wolves to one better for protection. I was wary, even a little afraid, of these wolves who crossed my pack's border uninvited. My sandy hackles threatened to raise up but i fight the urge, afraid that it would provoke the other wolves. Finally i hear one of the Abendrot warriors, a fea, stop a few feet from me and speak. I remain wary and totally untrusting of the wolf but answeres in an emotionless tone.
I am Venga, an Omega of Bright Moon pack. From what i understand, Satowra is our alpha. I have yet to meet her so i do not know where she is. So may i ask why your pack is encroaching on our lands ? Are we under attack or something ? It doesn't seem so but still you are coming into our lands without the permission of a Bright Moon ranked wolf. I may only be an Omega but i think i still have the right to ask what your pack is doing.
I glare at the pair of wolfesses before me. I know that i probably don't look very threatening but hey, it never hurt to try. I shift uneasily on my paws. I can feel a howl begin to scratch at my throat, nagging at me to release it into the silence. I keep it carefully packed away, in the back of my mind but able to be released at a moment's notice.
Where the fuck is everyone ? Am i really the only one who isn't deaf in this pack ? I think feverently.
My mind becomes panicked for no aparent reason. That's when i realize that the tingle causing the panic is the feeling of eyes on me. Not just on me but boring into me, inspecting every last part of me. I look around, careful to keep the other wolves in the corner of my eye, and find the source of my discomfort. A small, chalky femme is boring her emerald lookers into me. My mismatched pools look back for a moment, curious yet scared, then are torn away from her and plastered back onto the dark feya before me. Something is off with the white one, something sinister.


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*Venga**Female**Teen(older)**No Pups**No Mate**Bright Moon-Omega**Blond Pelt**One Gold Eye, One Blue Eye*

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