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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As Seoras approached the pack’s meeting place, the aroma grew stronger. The perfume that shadowed the area was a joyful one. The lobo felt his tail rise from between his legs and wag, banging against his side so hard shock waves went through his body. His pace increased across the plentiful terra. The clumsy lad came crashing to the ground many times but his excitement allowed him to ignore the pain caused by his impalement on tree branches and such.

He emerged from the brush to find a well-kept clearing, presumably used for the pack meeting taking place. Strong looking bushes guarded its perimeter. Seeing no other way around this muzzle-height obstacle, Seoras brought his legs under him, prepared to leap. Taking a deep breath, let released the tension that was keeping his limbs from springing up and soared through the air.

For anyone one but him, the leap would have been an easy one. This was not the case, however, for Seoras. At the very last moment before landing, the tip of his right hind caught on the brush. He was sent catapulting through the air at a very high speed. He landed not on his feet (which he would have considered “epic”) but on his side.

He looked up to see the alpha known as Tamlin. The young varg began to rise painfully to his feet. “Hi, sorry to just drop in. I’m Seo-“ Before he could finish his sentence, much less laugh at his pun, his body made a motion that could only be described as swooning. Seoras’ stomach churned telling him that it needed substance. He had not eaten for many days and now he was paying the price, how embarrassing.


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