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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Were those bunnies? Seoras-hostage to the state of near unconsciousness he inhabited-smiled widely. He LOVED bunnies. But these particular hopping creatures didn’t look quite right. For one thing, they were purple and for another they were very near him. In the young dreamer’s experience, bunnies never wanted to be his friends, leaving him sad and lonely as they hopped quickly away. He liked bunnies but they didn’t like him, a sad predicament.

A commanding intonation tore his attention away from his newfound friends. Where was it coming from? None of the bunnies seemed to be talking. Wait a second, where was he? As his location was educed, his happy mood diminished. He was lying in the clearing of Bright Moon, having passed out due to hunger AND the bunnies were imaginary, this was not his day. The dejected canine sighed inwardly and realized his eyes were still shut. He painfully tore his lids open to reveal one gold eye and the other blue.

Above him was the female known as Misty. His brief encounter with her had been at the border and now, due to the concerned look on her face, his liking grew. To her left, the towering alpha had just finished an undoubtedly formidable speech. Seoras had missed most of it but had heard the word sparring. That sounded fun. What was it? Maybe he could play? He planned to inquire as to its meaning later hoping he wouldn’t forget. The reclining lobo rose painfully to his feet, bringing yet another wolf into his line of vision. This one was male, his pelt golden. (ooc: sorry if that description is wrong. My computer is being an idiot and won’t let me check the sign up things) His orbs turned slowly back to the owner of the commanding presence. He made eye contact and stood up straight, his tail in the air, that was submissive right? Or maybe he was supposed to roll over, either way he couldn’t remember. As he opened his gabber he swayed a bit on his feet but managed to regain his balance. “Sorry ‘bout that. I’m a little hungry, that’s all. My name’s Seoras, what’s yours? My favorite colour is blue and I really like bunnies. Do you have something to eat?”


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