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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Zloy smiled when he heard the fae's remark. "Ah, third in command. Alrighty then." He shuffled a little but from side to side. She spoke in a friendly tone. Zloy tilted his silvery head a bit, smiling. Venga seemed like a nice friend.

And what has made you broken and shattered, young one? The sudden question caught Zloy off guard. He frowned. Broken? Shattered? He thought about his former pack, how tiny it was, and how every day was a fierce battle for survival. How Zloy's pack couldn't even defend its borders, and how they were always famished.

"Er…" Zloy's voice faltered. "I'd rather not… say…" He didn't want to make his new friends feel sorry for him, or feel sad. No, this was going to be a pleasant afternoon. The fae's unfaltering gaze stared at his own amber pools. "Alright, if you insist." He grumbled. At least Zloy's past wasn't as tragic or heartbreaking as other's. His parents were still alive.

"Mypackwasincrediblysmallsoweallalmostdiedandwinterwasjustanabsolutenightmareanditwasreallyhorrible, nomoredetails… the end." Zloy recited very quickly. Why gripe about my problems when other's have worse to deal with? He thought to himself.



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