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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Something wasn't right, the Spartan felt it in his gut. He had a den nestled cozy deep into the heart of Uyaraut - And though his depression was finally starting to leave him for now, he was still stuck feeling so tired. That sinking feeling in his gut made him feel even worse though he knew he should've left; it was his instinct but he went against it. That's when the water hit, surging and spiraling into his den. It completely flooded him out, twisting him as he struggled to escape. Once he did he found himself being washed away by a current. He pushed and pushed to reach the surface and once he finally broke the salty waters surface his lungs could finally take in the air.

His large solid black body didn't stop then, he was determined to make it to shore, seeing a sandy beach. His paws couldn't touch the ocean floor - Terrifying him as he thought of what monsters could live beneath. It wasn't long before that he had met one. A large fin seemed to surface near one of the rocky bluffs that protruded from the waters. Mabbit squinted to see as he kept paddling inward, watching as a six foot great white shark broke the surface and gobbled a bobbing sea bird hole. "Shit!" His rubies widened as he began to paddle harder, the fin then reappeared a good ten feet behind the Spartan. Fear and panic crossed him and just as the shark was closing in did Mabbit get swept up in a wave. It sucked him under, making him tumble before finally spitting him out on the beach.

Catching his breath, the Spartan rose to his feet quickly, and stumbled away from the water. His pelt began to speckle with sand. Once he calmed himself, he shook out his shadowy pelt. A call ripped through his auidts as his head rose. Ker. His large pillars trusted him towards the call - And he wasn't far. The Spartan bowed his head before taking a seat in front of his King and the guest. "Kershov." He gave him a smile, still dripping wet. He looked out to the sea, then back to Ker. "Lovely weather we're having, isn't it?" He rolled his eyes, grumbling.








This War Is Ours
MABBIT

| Stark | Mate | Brother of Grey Wind | Uyaraut |
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