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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THIS IS WHERE WE CONQUER FEAR [Kershov, Grey Wind & Open]
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He had been gone for so long, hiding in shadows. He was lost without those he cared about. Azula had to be dead. She was his first friend in this strange place. She was the only reason he ever found himself at Abendrot, and became a well ranked soldier among the pack - And best of all how he came back into contact with his brother Grey Wind. He admitted he definitely had fallen for the woman. Then she dissappeared without a trace almost, she wouldn't leave Blossom. It was her home. After she left he became lonely. Kershov and Grey abandoned Abendrot too. He seemed to become just a shadow in the night.

He was turning into a monster, haunted by the dead who lived in his head. The same night playing over in his head. It gave him hope finding Gray, maybe more of them had survived too. Though with Grays disappearance, he grew doubtful of every knowing. He felt alone in the world, even after finding Hellene, and changing her thoughts on Abendrot - Or at least on him. He tried settling somewhere but couldn't find a single place he called home. He journeyed nearly to every crevice and searched every cave.

He was going numb, emotionless. While he walked in the new morning sunlight his nares picked up on a familiar scent that left him coming to a very sudden halt in his tracks. "Kershov . . ." He turned to see he was standing near the gates of Bright Moon. His nares then picked up on another smell that scent him from a stop to full on sprinting towards the packs gate. Grey Wind. The shadow Spartan tried to catch his breath before he through his head back, calling for his King and brother. A twinge in his heart made him jump as he felt something for the first time in months. Hope.








This War Is Ours
MABBIT

| Stark | Mate | Brother of Grey Wind | Home |
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