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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As any other day would usually bring, a scent snared his attention and the large black demon turned, moving quickly through the brush. He was starting to get a little tired of having someone answer the newcomers calls first. Every once in a while, he wanted a one on one so that neither he nor the loner could be watched. Not that he didn’t appreciate the fact that his family watched out for his pack as well as they did, but he would like to live up to his own expectations every once in a while. Mismatched portals, one gold and one cerulean moved to the border as he closed the distance between the scent and himself. A femme, based on the sweetness of the perfume; or just a really girly male. Images of Iason flashed through his mind and he knocked them clear off, eyes dilating as he refocused back on reality. He was still pissed at that son of a bitch. What he was greeted with-- a girl indeed. With eyes like the sun and cloak of the moon’s surface. A planetary gatherer of sorts. Darcia pulled a few feet behind his lines and stared, auds attentive. As an Alpha, Darcia never raised his tassel unless those from a different pack came to greet his borders. It stayed true to this now, as it swung behind his rear. “I believe it is wise to ask a lady her title before escorting her in either direction.” Cold but not unkind. Such was the way of Darcia. He waited patiently for her reply.

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