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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The soft, sweet glow of the worms up on the cover and ceiling. The wriggling of their bodies as they tried to gain ground by wriggling over one another, next to one another. But their bodies were so small that it just looked like a shimmer, a twinkling, a gleam. They shone enough only to lighten the darkness, and though they were bright themselves, down where she was it was still dark enough so that she could still sleep. The darkness had never really bothered her, though. For some reason, she felt comfortable... or at least comfortable enough to have no fear of it. But fear was not the last thing she remembered, no. It was the glowworm themselves. Their presence was soothing - there seem to be no rhythm or rhyme to their motion, just a random set of actions that got them from one place to another. Each and every night, Qiturah would watch them until her eyelids got heavy, finally closed, and she fell asleep. Last night had been no different than any other. Since she was part of the older litter, she huddled more with her siblings than with her parents for warmth and comfort, and so she had fallen asleep entangled with Ziva and Asmund. Naturally, that is exactly where she expected to awake. The poor little princess had had no doubt that when she opened her eyes, she would still be in her parents’ den, safe and sound. She had no reason to think otherwise… Perhaps there would be one less sibling, or one less parent, or perhaps no parents at all, but largely, she was expecting no spectacular changes.

How horribly she had been wrong.

Normally, it was the bright rays of sun that crept through the mouth of the cabin that awoke her. Or perhaps a kick from one of her siblings, her mother‘s tongue upon her, a kiss from her father. Not this time. She was awoken sharply by a sudden thrust at her rump, A feeling of invasion. And yet… It was pleasant. Groggily, she opened her eyes, but her lids were still heavy, and her mind dampened by the weight of her dreams. Still in her daze, she felt the same motion, the violation of a part of her she did not yet truly understand. It was uncomfortable… And yet wonderful. And in her sweet, innocent way, the only thing that she could relate it to was the rewarding feeling of pushing out a shit. Not just a poop, but one of the large dumps, the first one in the morning.When it filled her up completely, that feeling right after she released her bowels... the trembling of her muscles as the spasmed, trying to fill the empty void… That was the only thing that she could think of that was even remotely similar. And yet it was completely different, and was nothing like what she was now experiencing. Consciousness came to her slowly, in bits and pieces, and she hesitantly rose to her paws, or at least she tried to. But the weight of another was up on her back, thrusting against her, and with the strange feeling of fullness and of pleasure suddenly came a sharp bite of pain. She suddenly felt trapped, all encompassed by whoever was trapping her, was pressing her down. Fear was the first emotion to invade her mind after the initial confusion - fear that perhaps her parents had been killed, that her siblings were dead as well, and that she was the sole survivor. And then suddenly, it was a realization of what was going on, and her fear only continue to grow - the sex was being made to her! She had only heard of it a few times, always in whispers from her parents, but she knew that that was where babies came from… Who was making babies with her? She didn’t want babies, she was still a baby herself! She screamed and started scrambling away, trying to crawl beneath the adult’s limbs… Only to realize that she did not fit. Her emotions, her actions were clumsy, as if her body was foreign to her, as if she did not know how to use them. Which was a crazy notion, considering this was her own body… Only… It wasn’t. Still screaming, she happened to peer down, and noticed her paws. They were not hers. And that was when she fell apart.

Tears, screaming, panting, confusion, fear, rage… All of it happened at the same time, in rapid succession and she had no idea how to react to any of it, other than she need to get away, and she wriggled and writhed and screamed for help. "Get off me you brute! Mommy! Daddy! Help! Aindreas! Please just leave me alone!"


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