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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Venga
Zeta of Bright Moon

I gave Misty a smile only she could see when she came up beside me, a silent greeting. It was nice to know that I wasn't alone here. I had seen Misty a few times while I was doing a border sweep but had not known her name before this. With her glance my way i raised my sandy muzzle and added my own voice to hers. Once that was done I turned back to the other pack and watched as the chalky king of Abendrot called out orders to a few of his soldiers. Now his form ghosted towards our border and stopped outside it. This deffinatly eased my worry. As his first lyrics rang out and he called for the female to come back, I looked at Misty, my orbs showing my question. Should we move closer ? Before she could answer I padded quietly closer to the border so neither party would have to yell. My lips parted delicatly to answer his first, possibly retorical, question.
Of course, sir. You needent even ask.
My lyrics floated through the air, soft and timid. My head dipped as I said this. I knew who he was even before he introduced himself. Kershov, the name sounded as deadly as his reputation. No mattter how nice he seemed to be I knew I would never feel safe anywhere near him. Maybe that was what made me kind of...... admire him. With his next statement a small smile graces my honey lips.
Thank you. We have been getting many newcomers as of late. Besides, we did not get our ranks for sitting around all day.
There is a chuckle that escapes me. My orbs uneasily leave Ker for just a moment. They turn to Misty and I twitch my nose, telling her i smell someone. It just so happens that that someone is Tamlin.




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