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 March 21, 2013 at 00:04:23 AM by Kahlan
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Kahlan orbs picked up Spark’s smile, and her own kissers curled in response, glad that she had managed to bring a rare smile to the brute’s maw. Wherever he is, he probably would feel proud. I was always a daddy’s boy. Kahlan’s smile drooped as she thought of her father, of the last time she had seen him, his mouth covered in a bloody foam and his eyes no longer his own. His soul had been stolen from their depths, and a blood-thirsty demon had resided there instead. She was lucky that she had had so many years to spend life with her mother… but as for her father, her memory of him was fading. Or, at least, the good memories of him were fading. Who had brought her her first solid meal? Had that been her father, or just one of the members of the pack? Who had kept her warm that first night of winter? Kahlan felt her eyes stinging and instantly snapped out of her own thoughts. She now awaited the Alpha’s answer to the words that she had spoken to him about the peace treaty. She had enjoyed the harmony that the pack had been thus far – no war, no threat from other packs. Kahlan’s hope was that this brute would indeed accept Moth’s offer. The fae would love to be able to bring good news to Moth in hopes that the Alphess would then agree to teach her some herblore. Kahlan’s honey gaze glanced away from the Alpha toward Spark. Should she have allowed him to speak to the Alpha instead of immediately taking charge? The fae silently chastised herself. The brute had just opened up about his lack of courage when it came to speaking to Alphas, and she had robbed him of this chance to do so. The fae smiled encouragingly in his direction, hoping that the brute would speak up and converse with the Alpha himself. After a few moments, her gaze returned to the Alpha, and she sat upon her haunches silently and still, patiently waiting for his response. |
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