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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||wear a smile on my face||



Deep words hit hear large auds as the brute had closed the distance; lowering his voice to murmur for only she could hear “Are you prepared for what you’d have to do to make this your home, darling? If you wanted this territory to be yours . . . well, it would be a shame to tear up our pretty coats over an argument with only one possible outcome. That shade of red you’re currently wearing surely suits you best. But if you would prefer to cohabitate, as I would . . .” Was this big brute insinuating a fight for a pack she just wanted to reside in? She'd take him up on the offer if it meant residing in the same territory as him. "Oh no, I'm no alphess of this territory Mr. Muscles. But cohabitating would be just swell now wouldn't it? she met his tone, offering a toothy smile once again.

When another fae came into the picture; her first instinct was for her lips to raise as she'd snapped her head over to the voice that had hit her large audits, she had to fight to suppress her snarl. A low growl coming from her throat but nothing else; her attention was on this femme as she was so quick to submit to this big brute and give her name. Kari wanted to laugh but didn't. She listened and watched; this femme went by Athene. What a name that suits her. The brutes name caught her audits, of course, how couldn't his voice not reach her? Kari let a grin grace her muzzle, Kershov his name went over in her mind again and again, making sure she wouldn't forget this magnificent beasts name. As Kershov moved closer, his muzzle brushing one of her auds; speaking into it gave her a chill. Though lanky, she still had enough muscle to see when she wanted others to see. Her muscles tensed, she knew she couldn't take on the both of them, even with her lankiness and speed from it, she could dodge the both of them. As she kept thinking of her next move, the black "mane" on her back and her neck rose as he got closer to her nape, giving him nostrils full of her fur as it rose. The rest of her fur stood on end as well.

It was when she realized he was about to snap did she drop to the ground as quickly as she could beneath him. She heard the snap of his jaws a little too close to her audits. With much displeasure; she rolled onto her back at his feet. Allowing him to see her soft ventrum and nape, her tail curling between her legs as she did so. Without rolling back over, she looked up at Kershov from where she lay exposed. Happy now King Kershov? there was a slight sarcasm tone lacing the way she talked. Her ears flattened towards him. When she finally did roll back over, she crawled out enough distance she could stand and turn to be close enough to him to breath him in once again, his musk sent a chill down her spine.

Lowering her front half in a stretch, stood back up and looked towards Kershov. Should she tell him her full name? Or just what she went by. You can call me Kari... she paused, looking towards Athene and then moving so she could speak into Kershov's ear without Athene hearing. Lowering her voice as much as she could That isn't all, but next time I'll tell you on a private meeting. Kari moved away; towards Athene, her tail brushing Kershov as she went. Now as for you Athene, what made you think you could strut in on a conversation and say what you pleased about me not submitting at first? There's nothing wrong with a little fun. her lyrics laced with such a tone that could only be named as snarky. Looking back at Kershov with creamy chocolate portals that begged for approval as her tone that she had towards him switched to Athene.



||but there's a demon inside||

Frekari // vixen // adult // home // kin //


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