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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Blood Moon (challenge)
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Rain. Darcia hated rain. The acidic drops of ambrosia falling from the heavens pelted him with power that he could not begin to explain. Was it supposed to rain in late October? Surely the crystalline would freeze more quickly in its overcast cradle. Cold. Darcia could deal with the cold. Snow was a friend of his, blanketing this foul, wretched world in a fresh later of flesh. A pure layer that one could carve their own tracks in. Drive away the temptation of violence... No, that was something not even snow could do. Darcia and blood were caught together in an endless dance. One could not survive without the other. So long as there was blood on the ground, coating young seedlings with crimson, Darcia would thrive. Then the troublesome rain would fall and wash away that beautiful color from the face of the earth. This, of course, was Darcias reason for hating the rain. A bolt of lightning struck through the atmosphere as Darcia turned his navigation to the east. These packs in this barren land were losing their gusto. They lacked a strong independent leader who would keep his position as head no matter what. And that was partially why the regal himself was here. He was going to fulfill that dream of his, carve his future out and take what strength he needed from Iason. Then, when he neared his goal, he would turn and pull the bastard up with him. If he felt like it. Darcia couldn't be bothered with such petty matters-- that blondie could definitely make it up the food chain without his help. Darcias eyes audibly clicked shut and he snapped his jowls together, the muscle pulsing under the skin on his palette.

He was here. The specific pack that he had set his demonic gaze upon at least three weeks ago. The time it had taken to hatch a plan with Iason and begin to carry it out had taken more effort than the two had bargained for. Now, it was Darcias turn to get the the ball rolling. His eyes opened instantly and he raided his head to the darkened sky, screaming a challenge that could definitely not be ignored. The two males would be the packs next set of regals. They need only assure the members that they would not back down so easily, as other alphas had in different packs.

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