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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Oh, the soil of Bright Moon. Just as he hoped it would be. Just as he heard it would be. Scars marred the trunks of the trees surrounding him, masked by the new foliage. The boy dug his claws deeply into the earth, feeling the scar that shaped this pack, just like the scars that scared those who lived among it. Pale golden eyes glinted dully in the anemic light of the moon. Feeling the dirt between his toes, the boy shook as a tremor tore up his back. Days he had waited to come here, to this pack, this home. He had bided his time, familiarizing himself with the whole of Blossom Forest. He matched the stories to real places for the first time and his soul was soaring. But this was the big one. This one meant everything.

The pallid golden teen paced restlessly on the boarder, careful not to reach a hair over it. His mind scrambled to right itself, to make sense of the many thoughts flying through him. On the outside, he remained carefully stoic. With a gulp of air, a howl ripped roughly from his throat, the dark spots above his eyes, his eyebrows one might say, pulled together. No doubt that even in his young age, the brute's voice was hauntingly pure. His body mirrored it, flowing and elegant, the shimmery golden color drawing anyone's attention. The rich brown of his brows and the twin rings encircling his front right leg as well as the matching one near the base of his tail only added to his physical attractiveness. His lungs were strong, allowing the song he sang to ring long in the air. His pacing halted as the last notes of the song faded in the air. He peered into the sky, the moon reflecting on his eyes, and he smiled. Lids slid slowly over his golden gems, a low hum rumbling in his chest. He held himself carefully, eyes constantly scanning the dusky scape for someone to heed his call.

His face was passive, but his heart beat like a humming bird's wings.


still sorta getting to know this charrie, so this isn't very good, sowwy (/.\)

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