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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the moon casts a spell
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The moon rose in brilliance, reaching it's zenith with a smooth elegance. The sky was beautiful tonight, a deep, dark blue, dusted with diamond stars. The celestial orb cast a pale light on the surroundings, washing the color out of the world as it did so, rendering the stunning landscape hued in a myriad of colors between ebony and ivory. In this landscape, the king of Bright Moon is but a spirit. Tamlin is a tall wolf, with a silken white coat and a nobly-paned face. His eyes are a dark blue. He is graceful and lithe as he canters through the lands that he had bought with his toil and maintained with his blood. A howl rang out, eager but not rude. He turned his head toward the sound, ears cupping forward to catch the strains of the lady's melody. Apparently she wished to join. Tamlin smiled to himself, pleased to see yet another newcomer, then oriented his slender form in the sylph's direction. Within moments, the pallid king made his way through the darkened forest and stood before the fea and her pup, noting her submissive posture. His eyes roved over her frame before he spoke, voice polite as always, for Tamlin was ever the gentleman. "Greetings. I am Tamlin, Alpha of these lands. Is it your intention to join?"

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