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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I certainly wasn't expecting Danger of all wolves to find me but at this point, anyone will do. I can't cry out for help and I don't know how long it will take before my limbs obey my command. I can hear him coming toward me but it takes every ounce of strength in my neck to make it turn enough on the ground so I can see him, or his paws, rather. I wonder vaguely if he can see me or if he's just going off of sound and scent alone. I had noticed the oddity of his eyes at our last encounter but I never got o ask if he was blind or if they were still functional. Maybe that would come off rude but I've always been more curious than is probably good for me. His voice though, is rather soothing in a strange way as he calls out to me. I want to answer him, willing my voice to obey me but it comes up empty, only a squeaky gasp coming out from my lips. My heart leaps into my throat as he makes a hissing sound, probably the same sound I was making when I first got caught up in the briar patch. My ears fold back, fearful that he'll end up temporarily paralyzed as I am.

"You still standing?" I manage to get out in a soft sot voice, less than a whisper really but maybe he can hear well? I'm hoping, anyway. When he asks if I need any help, I let out the breath I was holding, taking that as an answer that he is indeed still standing if he's still concerned about my welfare. I try to nod my head, the action coming out jerky and rigid, my teeth gritting at the pain of such a movement. "Water...please." I manage to choke out. I don't know what else will help. At least my breathing is somewhat better.



Misty_female_adult_no mate_no children_Omega of Bright Moon




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