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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|madness breeds madness| [Bright Moon Gathering/Part II]
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Posted on April 17, 2016 at 01:17:44 AM by Dante


the darkest places in hell are reserved for those who
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Late afternoon rays filtered through masses of undergrowth and thickened foliage. The temperature wavered between too cool and just right and a gentle breeze ruffled the feathers of nesting birds. There a quiet, lulled peace settling over the forest as the hours of evening approached. The sun had not yet set upon the horizon, there were still hours until it descended and the hellish heiress meant to use every last one. Until the wreath of peace sat atop her crown she would not rest and so she rushed onwards, oblivious to the serenity that cocooned her. She fought at dreamy thoughts and secret fallacies that crept into the forefront of her mind. These would have to wait for another when she could find herself alone and in peace. For it was a war that she waging, though not another pack of wolves her contenders would be just as ferocious. These Ursidae would not give up without a fight, though she hoped that it would only take a veiled threat to ward them away from the terra of Bright Moon. Dante was hinging herself to a crown that anyone had just as much right to. The only difference? She had acted upon her impulses and called together a band of wolves, she had gathered her pack around herself. And now she was going to lead into a battle and she could only hope that she was doing right by each and every one of them. She would fight alongside them, because while they fought for her she was fighting for them.

For Nimueh and Dakota. For Rae and Rodan. For Saoirse and Seraphina. Each and everyone had their own reasons for coming to her call and she respected them all the more for even letting themselves fall at her sides and fight alongside her. Dante was proud to call them her family, some old, some new. But that did not matter now. No matter the relations or lack thereof each of the wolves that she ran to was now apart of her. Whether they succeeded or failed she knew she would never forget them. For their bravery, their kindness, and their loyalty no matter the length of time.

Dante ignored the world of oil pastels and water colors. It was not until the verdigris foliage broke apart to reveal the pristine, glittering surface of the lake. And upon its banks like dutiful soldiers were her packmates. Their bodies amassed in a general vicinity as they went about their tasks. She slowed to a stop taking in the sight. These would be the wolves who she presided over and protected in Bright Moon. She would be their confidant, their leader, mother, sister, and friend. She would be anything they needed her to be and in return she asked for their loyalty, trust, and counsel. The fiery feathered Queen knew that one of these few would eventually become her Beta, the Gamma, etc. Rodan with his war knowledge, Dakota and his creative mind, Nimueh and her sassy intelligence, Rae who wanted to be more than average and for whatever reasons Saoirse had she too had joined the little mismatched group of wolves. And without being in the direct path of bears Seraphina was serving her own part. She was the core to an alliance and she also held the key to Dante’s heart. And for the time being it would remain that way, because the fiery ess did not have the capacity to love whole heartedly. She had just pushed away the one entity she had allowed to love her and herself to love. Dante stifled a welling tear, her momentary blur of vision gone without a second thought. She would do this so she could bring her darling little sister home. And a great many other reasons too.

Dante forced herself to exit the brush and as she entered into the sunlight its rays created a bloody halo of light around her figure, accented with bursts of blinding white. Swirls of violet accentuated the depths of grey and black that stared out upon the group. A smile lit her finite features and she let out a soft bark alerting her pack mates of her return. She closed in our their loose grouping and stood at the front of it, Our time is running to a close and I think it best if we make our move now while the light is still in our favor, but there are shadows to which we can hind in. Dante dipped her head to each of them in turn, The time has come, so let us depart to claim what shall be rightfully ours. I assume you have each found what you need? The Ethiopian Queen turned herself towards the border of the desolate, infested land. Though it was not visible she knew the stench of bears would reach their nares long before they arrived.

Snow laden paws stepped across the shoreline of the lake, her sights watching the divergence of the river into the tree line. Dante swiveled her head to and fro looking to each wolf and she gave every one of them a gentle smile with a dab of encouragement. They were attempting what no one else had had the courage to do. And she walked along the shoreline Dante took in the sights and sounds around her – the inhale of a pack mate beside her, the coo of a dove in the branches, the soft tumble of water over river stones. It was all so peaceful, almost too peaceful. The Inferno Queen felt her spirit wanting to lay idle within the embraces of the earthen bound creatures, but the rough exhale of a wolf nearby would remind her of the task she was attempting to achieve. And then the stench hit her like a wall. The musky, soured sent that bears reeked of. It felt as if someone had shoved garlic and onion into her nose and she had to hold back a gag. Dante composed herself quietly, but she felt the rush of adrenaline entering her system and her knives flexed into the soft dirt in anticipation. She touched her nares to the ground scenting for the old, faded border. She caught a faint wisp of the invisible line and she pulled to a stop, turning to face the wolves before her, In front of you lies the terra of Bright Moon and somewhere within is our opponent, lying idle in this spring evening. Are you ready? it was more of a rhetorical question, because if they had come this far then they would have to be ready. Keep talking to a minimum, it is our goal to find the bear before it finds us. Thus giving us the upper paw and before we go any farther each of you need to rub yourselves into the dirt to mask your scent. Dante dropped to the ground and rolled mud, needles, and leaves into her pelt before standing back up. She scanned over the group one last time before making sure they did the same before she turned and walked silently across the border, her faithful family at her heels.

It only took a few minutes for the fetor of the bears to overwhelm the little group. Dante slowed to crawling pace not wanting to find herself face to face with the bear before she intended to. And as they approached a barrier of undergrowth she heard the rumbling and shifting of a creature she could only assume was the bear. The Ethiopian woman flicked her tail signaling everyone to stop at the barrier. She crouched and peeked through the undergrowth scouting the area to make sure she was correct about the location of the Ursidae. And just inside the little clearing was the monster and just as Nimueh had guessed there was a beehive. And luckily the barrier was a circular pattern meaning that with the lowering of the sun, addition of shadows, and undergrowth they could mimic mass numbers with little problem. Dante backed out of the undergrowth making sure not to step on any branches as she did so. Once out she faced the little group and motion for them to gather very closely. Her voice was barely a whisper as she spoke, The bear lies within that barrier and even more serendipitous than finding the creature is that this barrier is circular and surrounds the clearing where this bear is. And as Nimueh predicted there is a hive hanging within a distance of the bear. Dante took in a breath to quiet her nerves before she continued on, Nimueh and Dakota you know what you are doing, and you are equipped to do so. Take a look for yourselves and decide the best way to approach and as for the rest of us we will fan out and surround the clearing in a semi-even spacing. We will leave a small gap in our formation that heads towards the border, so if the bear decides to run it will have a clear exit. And hopefully be a bit more enticed by that idea. When Nimueh and Dakota drop the hive that is when we will begin to howl and growl. And you two will need to fall back in line to increase the ferocity of our sound. And if all else fails we will commence attacking. Dante looked one last time over her new family, remembering the flames of their life and souls. They were hers to protect and she would die trying, if that’s what it took. With a quiet confidence she initiated their battle plan, Let’s go. Those were the last two words she spoke before she started to head around the barrier, her muddied bodice settled into a position just inside the brush that placed her visual on the front shoulder of the bear.

Dante felt her skin crawling with anticipation, her blood seemed to boil, her suppressed rage slowly rising to the top. The bear would be the bearer of this anger should it not turn tail and run. Dante watched from her position the ongoing beehive attack, and as soon as the two figures – Nimueh and Dakota – felled the hive a ferocious snarl would release from her maw, hopefully in time with the rest of her fellow wolves. Her ivories glittered in the light just barely visible in the shadows, and her body stayed low to the ground covered in earthly scents hoping to keep the bear from scenting out her of any of the others.
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maintain their neutrality in time of moral crisis;;

| Child of the Inferno | Shadow of Alesana |

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