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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V e n g a
Gamma of Bright Moon

The day was wearing on, the usual rhythm I got into achieved. My mind was light as the sun filtering through the sky. I took a deep breath, one that puffed out my chest, and almost smiled. Sleep had finally come earlier. Nightmares plagued my rest of course, but what else was new? At least my body had finally gotten to recharge and now nothing could hamper my chipper mood. Just as I was stopping to take a wiz, a newcomer's howl hit my towers harshly in the silence. I did my business then took off at a lope, shooting through the pack lands like a bullet. In my joyous mood, I flung my sandy clad head back and let a howl rip through the air. Even my howl was tinged with happiness.

My lanterns gleamed as I approached the site of where the howl had come from. I was there in no time and slowed to a perky trot. The wolf's shape cleared and I stopped a few feet from the boarder. I was close enough now that I could smell the musk the lobo carried, marking him as male. A broad smile painted my honey hued canvas as my maw parted. Having second thoughts, are we? My tone was light and teasing. On any normal day, I would have sat down as I welcomed the newcomer but I had too much energy now and stayed standing. A light chuckle slipped through my labias as my orbs roved over the brujo as I assessed all those looking to join.

So, I'm Venga. Here in Bright Moon, I'm Tamlin's third in command. So, a few questions. What's your name and how can I be of service? My body was held at Gamma status for once as opposed to 'i have an air of power to me? good enough'. When the questions had finished leaving my mouth, my cranium cocked softly to the side. This might look amusing or peculiar to someone else, but this always happened when I asked a question. My banner was swaying back and forth slightly in a steady rhythm. My mismatched orbs strayed from the varg and traveled up to the tree tops. For a bit I watched the birds flying around up there before putting my gaze back on the adolescent who was at my home's doorstep.

vengafeather, a remake, as best as i could do, of the wonderful picture that Minnie had made me. since Venga's a Gamma now, i figured it would be a good time to fix her photo so it matches her slogan.(:


ooc; just a note since most people mess this up, Venga is in fact the Gamma FEMALE. she is not a dude ! xD

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