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

Once again I was all alone with only the thrum of my paws hitting the ground to keep me company. The weather was growing colder as fall began to creep up. My body, yet unused to the new temperature, felt frozen though it couldn't be much more than 10 degrees difference. Sure it wasn't that cold yet but still I could faintly see my breath when it hit the air. It was so faint that I half thought I was imagining it. I gave a quick shake of my head, a stupid move as it let the cool breeze in to chill my skin. My stilts never stopped their movement, a steady trot around the boarder.

I was completing my first round of the line and still hadn't seen anyone. A defeated sigh escaped my maw. I didn't have anything to do without new wolves to welcome. I hadn't even run into any of my pack mates. My step faltered and slowed as I lifted my nares skyward. The breeze blew again and I took deep breaths, scenting the air. No new odors tickled my olfactories unfortunately. But what was that? A familiar smell indeed, was now carried to me. Harmonia. A smile flitted onto my face and I picked my pace back up. When I finally came to her, her tan hide was to me. A devilish grin crossed my face, disappearing as quickly as it had come. I crouched low to the grass, as low as I possible could. I moved quickly, fearing that she would smell me and mess this all up. The muscles in my back legs bunched up, and in another moment, snapped and propelled me through the air. I sailed and with a long string of laughter, I fell on her like the hounds of hell on an angel. Only this was purely playful. The force of me tackling her brought us both crashing to the ground. Hard as I tried, I just couldn't bring myself to stop laughing. My mismatched gaze fell onto the teen's own for a reaction.

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.(:


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