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 October 21, 2011 at 07:54:21 PM by Ambrosia
| Ambrosia | Female | Adult | Mate to None | No pack | I pulled my ebony lips up into a curve, grinning rather happily at the tall alpha before me as I rolled to my paws. Dirt and ripped out grass stuck to my inky fur, giving an uncomforting feeling that still hadn't gone away after I shook it out. I raised myself up in a slightly proud matter, looking mostly elegant as I pricked my auds forward to hear the deep words from the alabaster hessian. Tamlin. So that was what his name was. Seemed strong, kind of unique in a way although the way it rolled off his tongue sounded strong and confident. I nodded in response, not having time to speak my information before Tamlin turned towards the dense treeline, calling out his request for them to follow. My emerald orbs glanced towards Demon Moon for less than a milisecond before I, too, let the shadows of the trees engulf my ebony frame. As I caught up to my ivory alpha, I slowed myself, staying a bit behind him, my head lowered slightly to show he was in charge, even though he was already taller than me if I was in my normal posture. My emerald optics took in Tamlin's looks, his elegance and body structure, taking in every detail that I could make by scrutinizing the pallid brute. My expression stayed blank, even though in my mind my approval was weighing itself. After a moment of silence, I opened my maw, speaking in a voice of power and confidence, "I am Ambrosia, not that you asked to know or anything.." I had no sarcasm or rudeness, but I had been offended that an alpha would not ask the newcomer their history or at least their name before accepting them, but I ignored it and continued swiftly on, my paws carrying me with ease next to Tamlin. It was like a yin and yang sight as we padded towards the pack, his ivory pelt standing out against my sable coat. Quite a contrast between us. My jade orbs suddenly found interest in the domain that surrounded me as the I waited for an answer, not wanting to make eye contact with Tamlin at first. I glanced behind us, to see if the other brute that had greeted me at the border was following, but he was no where in sight. My mind wandered to the other pack members-how would they treat her? What were they like? How many were there? All these questions awaited an answer, but would have to wait til I met the others.  |
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