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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Hear me roar (Roll #1 -> May 1st)
IP: 164.107.153.143

OOC - notes - everyone had a 50% chance of being sneaky vs. being heard. Those not covered in peppermint had a 75% chance of being attacked by the bees if they were attacked by the bear. Those hit by the bear were given generic undetailed attacks for the most part so that you can decide where they are injured. Wasp stings are measured as annoying (10-50 stings), painful (51-500), sickly (501-1000 stings), and potentially fatal (1000+) based off of being able to handle about 10 stings per pound (again - this is loosely set! The next roll will occur on May 2nd (you have until the end of the day May 1st).

Dice Roll #1:
Her pup was all grown up and had left the den to find its own territory only the week beforehand. This packland had been quite quaint - the perfect place to raise a pup, and they had not even needed to dig a den for themselves - there had been plenty for them. She had thought originally that they would not be able to claim it as there had been a wolf pack inhabiting it… but there had been few of them - too few to take on her and her mate, and she had chased them off. But the question now, was whether or not they were going to stay within the boundaries of this land. It had plenty of resources for them to live off of, and she had grown quite fond of it, and was considering staying here. Normally, she would be searching for another mate, a new mate, for the upcoming breeding season, but there was a chance that this one would remain, that this brute would be her mate again. He had wandered off - the two of them needed time to think about their options before committing to anything. And so Ursula - for that was the she-bear’s name - had set about finding delicious berries to consume in her free time. The bush that she was near was particularly full of blackberries, which just so happened to be her favorite type of berry.

So set on eating them was she, that she nearly missed the noise… the sudden crack that happened when Rodan unwittingly stepped upon a branch that he had not seen in the shadows of the brush. Beady black eyes glanced upward, focusing upon him… but perhaps that was for the best, for that distracted her enough for her to be unable to dodge the wasp nest that was flung at her head.

The initial shock did not hurt, but as it broke apart, pieces of it raining down and settling into her pelt, she realized that she was in trouble. No scent of honey reached her nares, and instead she was greeting with a thousand pin pricks of pain in all of her most sensitive areas - wasps!. Enraged and not thinking clearly, she rushed forward, clawing at the first wolf she had seen and hit him, but only scraped through his flesh - a cosmetic wound at best… but the wasps followed the bear and attacked Rodan in the process, but only a few day, a mere annoyance.

Nearly blinded, the bear retreated from the dark wood and turned, charging blindly at two wolves that suddenly showed up in her vision and swing at the smaller of the two cutting through not only flesh this time, but muscle too, a deep wound that would need to be tended two. She lunged forward, attempting to bite the fae, but managed to grasp only flesh that tore easily as the she-wolf tried to avoid her. Ursula ignored the brute all together. The bear roared in pain and annoyance and frustration, hoping that her mate would come to her rescue.


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