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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I wander the pack lands aimlessly, my shoulders still a little sore from the border attack by that deranged wolf who was trying to tresspass into my home. Ambrosia finished him off quickly enough with Venga and Rhoedias' help. I'm sure Tamlin is proud of his pack wolves. None the less, the pack has been quiet since the attack and I've managed to lie low. I spend most days organizing my den just for something to do. Life has been dull and useless. I miss Raylen terribly and some days I wake up almost swearing I smell his cologne but then I realize that I didn't at all. I dream about him sometimes, of running into him on the borders or at the lake or even at Rainbow Cliff where we met up last time.

I pause when an unfamiliar cologne hits my nostrils, head snapping around till my golden gaze settles on a cluster of trees. Narrowing my eyes some, I can just make out the bulky figure of a large male wolf settled amongst their branches. He's black and gray, reminding me a bit of Phonix except he wasn't nearly so large. Deciding I should be social for once, I turn and change my path to intersect his. Stopping just outside the cluster of trees, I clear my throat and prick my ears. Um, hi, I'm Misty. What's your name?



Misty_female_adult_no mate_no children_Delta of Bright Moon



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