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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SIERRA


Petite white paws gently carry the soul over the terrain, Blossom Field was now in the distance but it was never unseen. Vibrant colours caress the scenery before they blend into black; the other part of the field. From over her shoulder, the young girl could tell that life thrived on one half and death lingered other on the side – daunting wolves with her wicked character. The wolf with a white cloak wondered how on earth wolves could bare to linger in the darkness. It was almost like stepping into death itself. The girl enjoyed darkness but never death, death was a curse like fire. They plotted together, occasionally bringing other elements into the story but somehow the ruthless killers seemed to fail quite constantly.

That wolf was Sierra.

She followed not far behind Zev, taking her time to familiarize herself with land around this pack. He had already howled when she reached him, she stepped up to the border. A wall of fragrances caressing her body, overwhelming her senses slightly but there was one scent stronger than all. She could tell it was a brute but she did not hold the information of the alpha’s name. In fact she knew hardly anything about this pack. Sierra’s penetrating green eyes crossed around, searching for a figure in the distance but alas there was no one in view. She often confused herself believing that a scent had intruded from the breeze before realising that it was just, in fact the border.

“This is it, Zev.” She said gently, a smile portrayed proudly on her kissers. Yes, she thought to herself, this pack will suit me nicely. Sierra lowered her rump gently to the ground, a small cloud of brown dust clouding around her hind legs. “I do hope that someone shows their selves soon. It is rather boring to wait.” She said, laughing gently at the end of her sentence. Sierra was not ordinarily impatient but this was a big decision and she found herself dizzy with excitement. To be a part of a pack again; to be a true wolf made her happy. A wolf without a pack is hardly a wolf at all.

The girl was a white wolf, with silver specks of fur poking through whilst streaks of brown ran wild on her underbelly. She was rather an unusual sight; white with brown- odd. Sierra sighed, her green eyes giving up hope and returning to the ground.

Word Count: 409.
OOC: Sorry for the short post.

Female || White Wolf || Souleh || Young Adult





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