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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It's amazing what paranoia does to you. It's like you are halicinating; You can see things that aren't really there, like shadows dancing throughout the night, but in reality it's all just fake. Ambrosia was taking the halcinations head on. Even the simple chirp of a random cricket would cause her to flinch, and a quiet rustling would cause her to whip around in defense, but there would always be nothing there. This was far from what her normal personality was like; Ambrosia never showed fear. Ever. But when it came to her father.. It was different. A silent shudder goes down her spine even at the thought of him, and the pictures that flashed before her when her eyes were closed made her fear sleep. The ebon lass lacked two days sleep, and her eyelids were drooping.. Slowly, she began to give in. She knew that when she fell asleep, that she would be in such a deep slumber, that it didn't matter anymore, and she could sleep peacefully. But it wasn't just the dreams that put her in hesitation, it was the feeling of not being able to protect herself. Then again, even she knew that she could defend herself-She'd wake up as soon as she even felt a presence. With a relief sent over her, she nestled deeper into her den and closed her eyes, undesirable taking on the unconciousness that refueled her energy.

Engulfed in the blackness and finding no solution to returning to the light any time soon, Ambrosia’s vacant body’s only movement consisted of the rising and falling of her side. There came no dreams; no painted pictures that would cause the time to flow by as she waited to awaken from this dreaded slumber. tick. The seconds clicked by slower than her heartbeat. Tick. Between the gentle noise seemed a time gap of a minute’s time before it reoccurred. Tick. The thousandth one went by and her soul began to wonder if she were ever to open her eyes to view the present world again. It yearned to see the sunlight of the day, or the moon that cascaded down during nightfall. It yearned to hear the comforting voices of the wolves around her, or the soothing chirps of the crickets at evening and the birds in the morning. Hell, it yearned to hear anything peaceful that came throught the day.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

The silence stretched on for a few more of the irritating sound until it began to fade, and Ambrosia's exotic emerald luminaries took on the night's scenery. The crescent moon gave way to only a sliver of light in Bright Moon's territory, and as the regal beta crawled from her hiding space and into the cool night air, she actually began to enjoy the feeling of the peacefullness around her. It soothed her insides, causing her to relax as she began her trek across the borders. Steadily she rounded the corner, only to be sharply halted by an unfamiliar cologne on the border line. It hit the intelligent vixen even stronger as she came the location to find that the lupine had crossed the border, and by the way that no other familiar aroma wafted around the area, Ambrosia knew that this one was uninvited.

Immediatly the obsidian warrior lowered her crown to the ground, tracing the wretched odor. With each stride she grew more tense, and she could feel her lips curling up in disguist. The audacity of wolves these days, it caused her hatred to spike even higher. There was no trace of her earlier fear or paranoia, and instead she baracaded that out, focusing on the task at hand. Tamlin was away on a challenge, and as beta it was her duty to keep the territory safe. Emerald lanterns peered into the darkness, automatically picking out silouettes until she found her target; The body was rather large, muscular, and even the presence shook something wrong into her brain. It's aura gave off danger, and without thinking Ambrosia cut across the clearing, passing him out of ear shot and turned around to confront him face on. A low growl seeped into her lips and she stalked out into the path of the stranger. "Just what in the hell do you think you are doing?" Ambrosia's voice held no kindness to it, but instead it had an icy tinge that immediatly gave off in a bitchy way. There was no way this guy was getting past. Even if he were to submit to her, she didn't have to accept him into the grounds. She would decline his offer. Instead, she would chase him off.. And if he put up a fight, she would call for backup. This bastard would not only have just one angry wolf on his paws, he'd have the whole pack snapping at him if he even attempted an attack.


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