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 July 6, 2012 at 06:37:17 PM by Venga
V e n g a Gamma of Bright Moon I was fairly surprised at the number of wolves that had been joining Bright Moon as of late. Well, surprised and very, very happy. Abendrot was not the kind of pack to play nice and Kershov didn't seem quite finished with us. In light of that, I was revealed that we were growing in numbers as much as we were. Boarder patrol was a boring and somewhat lonely task but I didn't have anything else to do really, so I let this fill my time. That seemed to please Tamlin just fine and I was always so eager to please him. I hoped that with Ambrosia being so scarce-- I hadn't picked up her scent in a long time-- and a lot of my other pack mates being less than involved as well, Tamlin might be rearranging the ranks again soon. I still wanted to meet with him, put in a good word for Harmonia as I had told her I would. Now was not a good time though. I had smelled him heading off to a boarder where few ever tread and figured the chalky stag must have a good reason. The (slightly strange) call of another wolf hit my towers as I tread at a lazy walk around the boarder. A smile lite up my face, another male by the sound of howl. That was always good, having many strong males to defend the lands, and we seemed to be getting nothing but males lately. I pushed my blonde hued stilts into a comfortable lope and sent up a polite return howl to let the boy, and any pack mates, know I was coming. I wondered idly as I ran if Tamlin knew about all of the new additions yet. Well, if he didn't already, he would soon enough if I got the meeting with him that I wanted. I knew we had become sort of connected with all the time I had given to the pack. I had been with Tamlin since I was a teen and now, a young adult, I showed no sign of ducking out. Which I wasn't going to for this had become my home. I knew my home well enough that it took me little time to arrive at the place where the male waited. I slowed and stopped a yard or so from the boarder its self. Hello, varg. My name is Venga. I'm Gamma female of this pack. May I ask your title and your business here? Though my words were sort of formal, my tone was light and easy, as if I was talking to an old friend. My orbs, one blue and one green, twinkled curiously with my questions and my sandy skull tilted slightly with them. I gave my honey dipped coat a quick shake out before lowering my haunches delicately to the ground. I waited patiently for an answer to come from the brute. This was nothing more than a well practiced routine for me.  |
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