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 February 9, 2012 at 10:26:15 PM by Tamlin


Victorious he returned. Tamlin was unscathed, not even marred in the slightest bit. Despite the fact that he was not even touched by a fang, he was smarting with annoyance. How dare that weak, despicable wolf waste his time. Whilst he was away, mindless pacing the blood-soaked clearing, who knew what could have happened to his underlings. The glacial alpha felt that if he ever set his eyes on the arrogant Vayne again, he'd pin him to the ground and force the ebony whelp to knowledge that he, Tamlin, was the superior varg. Perhaps he was the merest bit flattered by the fact that, upon catching a glimpse of his muscled form and deadly intensity, the challenger had turned tail and retreated. But the trace of gratification that was spawned from his enemy's cowardly nature was not large enough to stop the tide of frustration. He was sure that many wolves in his pack – Raylen, Rio, Misty and Ambrosia to name merely a few, would be wondering what was taking him so long. Because of the challenger not showing up, he'd been forced to wait at Quarrels Clearing for a painfully long time. Normally, he would have already have beaten the little upstart by this time, but since the brat didn't poke his nose into the clearing, he'd been forced to wait... and wait, and wait. Tamlin was not usually a bad-tempered wolf, but the thought of the idiot still brought a wrinkle to his lips.

Tamlin's pace was a steady lope. He wanted to reach Bright Moon as soon as possible so he could hold the much procrastinated upon pack meeting. He felt as if the world had been conspiring against him of late, but, despite that, each step closer to his pack lands caused his mood to lighten a bit. It was hard to be angry when he had such a glorious pack waiting for him. He ducked and dodged through low foliage and close-growing trees, then cantered more smoothly as he neared the lands. Within a half hour, the spicy tang of his border-markings joined the influx of scents flowing through his nasal passageways. He slowed to a jog as he passed the border, feeling his bad-mood dissipate altogether as he noticed the sweet scents of Venga, Misty and Ambrosia prominently on the borders. The icy lord let a slow smile travel over his face. Without his pack, he was nothing. Tamlin could hardly remember what it felt like to be a loner, wandering the earth as a lonely ghost. He supposed he had been content and obviously not led a horrible life, since he remembered no obvious problems that he had faced, but still, he owed Satowra so much. She might not have realized it at the time, but by accepting the aloof, awkward demon into the pack, his queen had taught him how to really live. He thrived in Bright Moon, surrounded as he was by overflowing camaraderie. He, Raylen and Rio had grown quite close since that fateful first meeting, but now those were not the only ones. He had forged deep bonds with a number of wolves. Sweet Venga, who he had named his Zeta for her faithfulness, the sarcastic and outgoing Epsilon,Twilight Dream, his Delta, the dark Ambrosia, the list went on and on.

The very thought of seeing them all consumed his very soul to such an extent that he let out a bark of joy and stepped up his pace. His lithe frame seemed to flow as he gracefully strode, his long limbs reaching and eating up ground, to the meeting place. He gathered himself and leaped, like a mystical phantom, over the hardy bush that grew chest high around the clearing. His first pack meeting had seen the boy located upon small pile of tumbled rocks that stood on the west side, but as this point, he was aware that no one would need to be reminded that he was the alpha. He lowered himself to a sit in the relative middle of the place. He oozed confidence, dominance and a sort of noble, natural pride. Tamlin's slim frame seemed neat and collected as he paused and took a moment to ready himself for the upcoming assembly. After a few seconds, he titled his head back, baring his delicate muzzle to the sky. From his layrnx soared a haunting melody of summoning. His cry had no distinct words in it, but sang of life and rebirth. A wolf outside the borders would recognize it as a welcome over the invisible marker , a wolf inside as a call from alpha to subordinate.



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