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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Through her hazy dreams of unconsciousness, her mind worked up a small scene. A bright, blood red moon shining above a ever moving, undulating ground. It was disorted, tie-die, you could say. She was getting tosses around these colorful waves when the moon spoke. Psst, hey you! Wake up' What's your name and buisness here? She howled in pain as a loud, shrieking whistle awoke her from her unconsciousness.

The white fae was looking into the eyes of a brute. I... I... I don't know. I fell off Rainbow Cliff, but luckily my fall was cushioned by trees... I... I think. It's hard for me to think right... now. Her head fell to the ground again, but she remained awake. Attempting to stand up, she spoke. El... just call me Elva... I don't know. Is this a... a territory? Her speech was slow and slurred, for she didn't know that she had a bad concussion. She collapsed back into oblivion.

{She will leave, probably wobbly, next post, but maybe she can collapse and they seek the help if a doctor?}

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