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||

Oh boy this one had a mouth on her. Kari's lips lifted from her ivories as Athene continued on with her poems. Just as her ears were going back and her pearly whites were showing; another fae entered the little gathering. A fae who seemed to know Kershov. Kari turned her attention away from Athene; who she heeded the warning from, Kari was snarky and sarcastic but she wasn't a dumbass and she knew when to pick her battles, to now this new fae who she overheard Kershov say her name. Marcaria. The way Kershov responded was something Kari hadn't seen any wolf act like before. She'd only seen hate in her lifetime; from the time she was born to now. Even wolves who knew each other hated one another. Kari moved closer to Kershov when he stopped circling. moving to stand close and a little behind him. Lowering her head; ears back. The vixen suddenly had no idea what to say. No idea what to do. Her plume swayed a bit but other than that; she looked tense and ready to fight or bolt. Either one.

Kari had never been around this many wolves before, at least not for a long time. Muscles tense, ears back and head lowered enough she could see below Kershov's nape. When the next brute came in, she looked him over and offered a snarky remark A pack full of females not good enough for you, Mr. wolf? her toothy grin coming back into play as she stayed in her position and right next to Kershov.

||but there's a demon inside||

Frekari // vixen // older teen // Bright Moon // kin //


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