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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It felt like there was a lump in his throat. His anxiety was through the roof and he just wanted his old home, old King and old brother back - Unfortunately there was no chance of him returning to Abendrot to resume his old life. A woman dressed in the purest of whites had dared to take the title as Queen at Abendrot now. Although, Mabbit knew that his King could take the imposter if he so desired but it seemed that the king was settling here instead.

He closed his eyes, remembering the first time he ever even thought of becoming a soldier under Kershovs rein. The night he showed up, a young thing just wanting to be accepted. The Beta, Halina, and another woman had greeted him, then Scarlett Nights - The Queen. They made him feel weak - But it only shaped him. He rose to help his new packmates and practically helped lead an attack on intruding cougars and helping Kershov and Grey Wind fight off the filthy overgrown house cats. He was deemed Delta afterwards . . .

He hadn't realized he had been holding his breath, his bright red orbs fluttered open and he caught his breath. He stood tall and almost bouncing on his toes, he heard a force erupting from the pack. His lips curled up in a smile as the ghostly king with the crooked smile showed himself. “Mabbit . . .” The Spartan dipped his head. "It's good to see you again, my King." He said in his deep, gruff voice before rising back up. “It seems you’ve found your way home. Welcome back.” Mabbits tail wagged, as he smiled at his King. "Thank you, it's great to be back." He spoke, his orbs looking around at the differences between where he stood and Abendrot. He turned his focus back to Kershov. "Have you seen my brother Grey Wind?" He asked, half wondering if anyone even know of the relation they had . . . Since they had only found out themselves not too long before.










This War Is Ours
MABBIT

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