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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Guilt flooded her own portals; she seemed to be screwing up quite a bit today, she thought glumly as she watched emotions flash by in Venga's eyes. She shrugged, trying to pass as blasé. "I've been...fine." She toyed around with the idea of how exactly she had been. It had been okay in a way; she'd met some really nice wolves. Of course, the nightmares didn't care what she did, nor who she met. The skeletons in her closet were beginning to torment her once more, and she wasn't sure how to handle it a second time around. No matter; she'd just keep it locked up, where it couldn't hurt anyone else apart from herself.

It scared her in a way, how similar all three femme's here were. The all had their own little dark secrets, and it was obviously by pain in all their voices that time had clearly not done wonders to their wounds. Well, it had done the physical ones, she thought dryly, sub-consciously flicking a ripped ear. All in all, the girl didn't know what to say to anyone here. If she comforted them, told them that things would get better eventually...she'd be a goddamn hypocrite. Unconsciously, she drifted closer to Venga's side, as though using the cream femme as a living shield. "Sorry," she murmured, as she glanced a Kika, not really sure who she was talking to here. Or what exactly she was apologising for. Now she felt really, really stupid. She must be such a disappointment to her pack mate.

weaving words.

**female*adult*Bright Moon*loveless*kinless**
~PixieEclipse~



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