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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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Posted on February 14, 2018 at 03:54:05 AM by k i o r a

still i s a y

Though the world was limited only to the tactile and taste senses, it was still proving to be quite a tumultuous world that this young babe had been borne into. For first she had fallen unto the earth in a puddle of blood and amniotic fluid, leaving her cold and vulnerable to the elements. Quickly she had been taken under tongue, and a rough, yet warm comfort smoothed over the fears the cocooned her young heart. It also brought back the closest thing to the suspended warmth that she had spent so long in. And then there had been that sweet, oozing liquid that wept from the teat of her mother. She had begun to suckle on it, pulling from it the nutrients and immunity she would need until her own would slowly begin to kick in and develop. She was content now to suckle and let the warmth melt her from the inside out. Her puppy fur was managing to dry, revealing the dark black and steely agouti banding that marked her bodice. The only thing left to be revealed was her irises. To determine whether she had inherited her mother, father, or a combination or both. It would be a almost two weeks before she was able to see the world though, and so the baby girl remained content to experience her world through the few senses she had.

Amity was suddenly jerked away from the soft teat to which she clung and a small yelp escaped her tiny mouth. Once more it was cold all over, for she had been excluded from the warmth exuded by her mother and siblings leaving her out in the open air. She could not hear the commotion that had overcome their small den. The fact that her mother was dying and in order to save her would be transformed into a vampire. She did not understand the anger the reverberated through the air from her father�s figure, which now crouched protectively over she and the others. She could not know the trauma that birthing four pups had brought upon Macaria�s body and the hell that she would endure to survive for their sakes and her mate.

The tiny baby was exhausted by this whole ordeal and so she found herself fast asleep, by the time her mother�s form came back to life. She slept blissfully unaware of the commotion, and she only vaguely stirred when she was taken back by Macaria. She was once more huddled within the limbs of her newly turned mother and her siblings curled at all sides. And so life was as it should, peaceful and blissful.

i'll love you a l w a y s

||Kiora|| ||Grey Wind x Marcaria|| ||Evandros, Missandei, Ronan|| ||Alesana||

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