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 Dark of the Moon Joining
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Salablue’s unsure pads traced lines in the dirt, standing outside the borders. After his mate had left him, guess he just wasn’t good enough, he had heaved himself up and dumped his pelt at the borders of Bright Moon, the one closest to the place he had been residing. He walked slightly closer, making sure to stay off the edge, and howled, telling the members of the pack he was here, ready to join, ready to serve. Placing his head back down, he watched the shadowed grounds of Bright Moon, waiting for someone, friend or foe, to come across him and, hopefully, welcome him with open arms.
He had gotten good reviews, heard this was one of the better packs for those who just wanted peace, so he headed its call and dropped himself at the borders. He had heard that it was new, the land just recovering after a mass wipeout of all life, due to a large fire that had spread across the lands. It was sad to think about what this pack used to, probably teeming with life and just waiting to welcome the newest members in. As he was thinking this, the life that used to be there seemed to grow before his eyes. Green, thick vines twirled there way up the trees, grass sprouted, and leaves exploded from once bare branches. Then, he blinked, and it was replaced by the grey again.
He sat there some time, just wallowing in the wishing, before he remembered why he was here, and standing at attention once more, to wait for whoever would come to accept him, or turn him away.


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