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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(Sorry to anyone who replies. I am just getting back into the swing of things due to grandma being in the hospital. So it may be rusty and cheesy)

Soon these injuries would be nothing but scars, but first the hellion monster had to get through the agony that was healing. Oh how it bothered the fae. The constant feeling of itching that traveled right down through to her bones. Oh the irritating feeling. Iso is feeling the irritating feeling creeping up her spine as the demoness slept within the comforting darkness of her den. Muddy orbs snapped open and she twisted her head around towards her back end and leg, lips peeling back to reveal her razors as they raked across her skin, taking away that feeling that just so irritates the fae. Now awake and clearly angered by this, Iso rises to her pure legs and stretches. Each limb, muscle and nerve waking forcing the voices within her head to snap, growl and move. They were angered by the sudden awakening.

Muddy orbs blink against the brightened background and auds of white flick around listening to the surroundings of the barren land that is the hell hole called Bright moon. Why would such a demon as Darcia want to take a place like this. This isn't even a place of great evil. It is just a waste. Each day the hellion thinks of why she is just staying here. Iso isn't much of a pack member, much less does not like following others but Darcia shows her that demons like her still live on and possibly perhaps that is what is keeping the fae around, to wander the land with anger and lust for power. She is finding that her irritation is growing deeper with each day. Iso could feel the urge to start shit with someone, anyone. It was acting like an itch she wasn't supposed to scratch. Removing her form from the rest of her den Iso moved towards the lush parts that held the prey. Oh how fun she had chasing things, watching the fear roll off of them like steam. White auds flick behind her at the sound of rustling coming forth from a bush. Lips peel back over her canines revealing the sharpened knifes like they were trophies. Her paws move silently forward like a ghost upon the land. Orbs dart off to the side as the little rabbit darts from its hiding running for its safety. Oh hell no, you are mine to eat you little bastard. The hound within in her screamed to life and lanterns narrowed as she raced after the little furball. Her paws pushed her closer and closer until her warm breath was leaking down its back and that's when she striked. The rabbit squealed for its life but Iso was in no mood for games so she ended its life quite quickly.

As the demoness traveled to a darkened spot perhaps she may pass by another and it could turn into something interesting. Oh how that idea brought a purring rumbling sound forth from her throat. She slid down onto her belly within the shade of the trees. Razors break from their confinement and tear within the rabbit's pelt.

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