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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It has been two seasons, I think, that I have given to live within the borders of bright moon. Perhaps living with others is not a bad idea. Now given I would protect those in this pack, yet I don't want them to be too close to me. I rise from my darkened den at this hour and exit it to gaze upon the receding snow and the new life poking through. It is intoxicating. All the smells. My own nose wrinkles up in disgust as the front half of my multi hued body is lowered to the ground in a stretch. A yawn parts my jaws then they close shut once again. The scars upon my pelt have healed and now show pink skin with some fur coming back to life within these spots. I run my tongue over my multi hued pelt to give it a shine before I no longer want to just stand within one spot. Audits upon my own cranium flicker forward as the sound of a howl breaks through my thoughts. The voices inside my head growled and snarled with anger wanting to hurt who disturbed master's quiet time. Ishake my head and register that the howl belongs to none other than Darcia.

Oh has he returned from his little duel. This brings a smile to my kissers as I turn from my orignal path and head towards where darcia waits. I slow my pace down to a walk and lift my nose catching darcia's own cologne yet there was no one else around. I scowl alittle and think great I'm the first one here, again. Though it bothers me personally, I still put a smile upon my features and enter the clearing--where darcia first took over as new ruler.

"Darcia. You es terrible looking yet you won. Congratulations"

I speak, coming to stand before his bleeding form.


Walk like this
Talk Like This

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Cause I'm an angel a demon yeah I'm hell and I'm heaven
I'm everything you couldn't be now you believe in the devil




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