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 19, 2012 at 02:40:56 PM by KERSHOV
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I suppose one would normally begin a formal address to a fellow Alpha with Dear or Esteemed, but since I find you neither dear nor particularly respectable, I’ll simply start with your title. Tamlin, if you think I handed back your little underling Anarrow because I fear you, I do hope you’ll reevaluate your own intelligence. I do not fear you. I don’t even fear your army—though I truly respect the cumulative strength of Bright Moon and the obvious loyalty your soldiers possess. It is a shame I’m forced to loathe a group of otherwise glorious fighters, whose only flaw appears to be their revolting manners, as demonstrated by their wholly stupid anxiety over my sensible plans. I graciously allowed Annarow to rejoin your pack because the pathetic creature is of little use as an accidental prisoner and even more useless as a potential ambassador. I refuse to start a fight over so worthless an object. Despite the unnecessary (and quite humiliating) worry of your subordinates, I never planned to have the poor scrap eaten. Please share this fact with your band of noble simpletons if you have any free time in that busy schedule of yours. You might also want to impart some wisdom upon then, should they show themselves capable of learning from their mistakes: just because Abendrot is an elite band of killers does not mean that we are total barbarians. Above all, the pointless nervousness portrayed by your wolves insulted Abendrot. I do not especially appreciate being treated like a monster when my offer is nothing but gentlemanly. Now, if—in the infinitesimally small chance—your subjects do witness something that would rightfully provoke a panic reaction, my polite soldiers will be the first to let them know that their Bright Moon fear is appropriate. We only wish to help, Tamlin. You of all wolves should realize that. Bright Moon is, after all, the first pack Abendrot ever considered aligning itself with . . . Your concern about the population of my pack flatters me; however, there is no need to worry about Abendrot’s numbers. In fact, I find it almost adorable that you think we began—ahem—abducting loners simply to increase the size of our army. Bright Moon may have to fret about pack size in order to defend its territory, but Abendrot need never fear a dearth of soldiers. Even during Abendrot’s most quiet hours, the talent of our fighters more than makes up for the actual number of wolves within the border. How do you suppose we managed to acquire all those prisoners anyway, Tamlin, if our ranks had supposedly shrunk so much that we needed to supplement wolves in the first place? Magic? Besides, your concern is obsolete. I’m glad to inform you that we’ve had plenty of new recruits since our last . . . soiree. I’ve digressed too long. The purpose of my visit is this: a reply to your amended request. I understand completely that the stress of dealing with your anxiety-ridden subalterns has left you weary. I myself barely had the patience to sit through their painful vexation. Unfortunately, we in Abendrot are used to doing things more efficiently—therefore, I will save you the effort of three entire days of thinking and humbly recommend that you keep whatever candidate you had in mind for trading at home. You might not have known it at the time, Tamlin—again this is utterly understandable—but you have already made your decision. I will not be kept waiting to see what new offense Bright Moon has in store for my army. Stay away from my territory. We were merciful with Annarow, but I daresay she or any other Bright Moon warrior that strays near our border might not have the luxury of such careful treatment. My soldiers will leave Bright Moon alone in turn. We want no war—and I doubt you do, either. If it was going to take you three days to give me an answer, I shudder to think how long you’d take to plan a battle. Best regards, KERSHOV. | |
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