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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The panicked fae was pacing until she realized her own paws were not the only ones making sound. Just feet in front of her another vixen stopped, and so did Mags. An incredulous stare and a few minutes of body language later, the white female spoke. Her name was Misty. Her questions were simple, till she got to why Mag was there. Trying to keep up her unbreakable facade, Mags took a step forward and began to speak.

Before more than 'My name is' could make it's way out of her mouth another figure appeared behind Misty, much more regal in appearance. This time, a brute almost identical to the she-wolf before her. If she hadn't know otherwise, and she didn't, she would have assumed them to be related. Siblings even. Desperate to keep the mask from faltering, she took a yet another step forward and continued.

"They call me Magdelena. Mag or Maggie, if you will. I don't quite know why I'm here or how I got here. More of a brain-to-feet misunderstanding I assume. I wasn't paying attention and almost ran across your border. Take me or leave me, either way I'm fine with your decision."

She spoke with the utmost respect, assuming she was before the alpha. At the end of her story she bowed herself down, exposing her throat. Two against one, she was temporarily at their mercy.


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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.


I Wanna Be Beautiful... Make You Stand In Awe....






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