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 January 5, 2012 at 05:06:47 AM by Oreo Twist
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Lucky for me that I'm not alone too long before an unfamiliar scent tickles my nose. Twitching it, my tail wags at a white wolf comes into view. Ah, a GHOST!! I crouch to the ground and cover my eyes up with my paws, using the old "if I can't see it, then it can't see me" routine. I hear the steady drumming of paws though as she approaches and the scent washes over me. Of course this isn't Mom but then she smells slightly familiar as well. A member of the pack then! All at once, something tells me that this wolf won't hurt me so I uncover my eyes and sit up, staring at the wolf with round green eyes. Hello stranger. The pup's name is Oreo Twist! I say it with the cry of victory, proud of my name, no matter how weird it sounds. I even stick my tongue out in dog like style as my tail wgas behind me, moving my whole body with its speed. Suddenly the wolf looks at the log before me. Oi, he forgot all about the log, he did! As if to smack myself on the head, I lift my paw up and then look back at the log, glaring at it as if that will just make it disappear. When that doesn't happen, I flick an ear back to catch her words before running up to the tree and stopping right before touching it. Staring at it some more, I start pacing back and forth, my head lowered, face serious. Now that is the PERFECT question, his ghostly friend. How to get around it. Shall he go over it? No, I dare say it's too high! Suddenly I stop, my head popping up in a eureka moment. I beam at the wolf. He shall go UNDER it, he shall! With that settled, I start to digging, my teeth biting my tongue in seriousness. Suddenly I stop and look at the wolf over my shoulder. Is the ghost going to help or not? Even for the accusatory way it comes out, my eyes betray their helplessness, asking for her help. |
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