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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Posted on February 24, 2014 at 12:58:29 PM by Whiskey
When PUSH comes to SHOVE... Whiskey It had been a while since Whiskey had shown her face in Bright Moon, not quite sure of what to do or where to go. She had isolated herself in a small den within the center of the packlands, and spent most of her time there. It was true that she had not known how to live in a pack, having been a loner for her whole life.Yet here she was, an omega of Bright Moon. It wasn't the highest title, but Whiskey was proud to be in this pack, and had faith that it would some day come back to life under the rule and care of Darcia himself and whatever pack members that chose to concern themselves with the revival of this dead battleground. Lifting one dark paw, Whiskey shifted her weight so that she may use her other appendages to help her stand. She had to crawl in order to leave her den, for it was only a small, temporary resting area for the female who had nowhere else to reside. The light colored domes perked atop her skull swiveled in anticipation as she removed herself of the area, trotting to the outer rings of the packlands, hoping for some canine interaction. It had been too long since her last meet up with another of her species, so today she planned on speaking to a packmate. Her trotting stopped as she met her destination, where she took seat on a bed of soft, healthy moss. This area she had chosen was grown over with moss and ferns, large trees towering above it to shade it out as well. It was perfect. Here was where she would wait, for somebody, ANYBODY, to come to her side. She craved attention at this moment, and that was exactly what she was going to get, even if she had to chase somebody down. Her sanity was slipping, and she needed to feel as if she were no longer alone. She needed friends. Walk, "Talk", Think Expect to fall on your back... Female-Adult-No love interest-Bright Moon Omega |
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