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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Posted on May 8, 2016 at 02:35:34 PM by Dante


the darkest places in hell are reserved for those who
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And for a moment as the world turned upside down all the violet-storm eyed woman could see was brown fur. It clouded her vision, the stench enveloped her body and nostrils making her want to puke up what little lunch she had managed to pick up. Her claws felt like they were stuck in pools of lard and she could hardly tear into the mess of flesh and fur. She thundered out a growl in protest but kept at her attack until suddenly the figure to which she was clamped start to move. The Ethiopian Queen realized her backside was suddenly exposed as was most of her body. Dante ripped into the flesh one last time but it was almost a mistake. Ivory knives scraped against the top of her skull and she let out a half yelp, half growl as she felt hot, oozing liquid start to leak down her face and crown. And fast. Dante dropped away and the thudding of her body drew away the initial pain of the bite marks. Her vision jolted and it became blurred with red, but the Queen tried to shake it away as she rolled away from the brown lumbering mass. And suddenly her next problem became the wasps biting at her flesh and open wound. Dante fled away from the grasp of the bear and began to shake and swat at the little flying monsters, but her vision was attracted by a swift blur of earthy colors.

Dakota

Dante watched with impaired vision as the warriors teeth went in for the soft fleshy portion of the bears arm. She knew the brute could handle himself but they were all in this together and to add to this attack Rodan had lunged in from another direction towards the hind foot. But at this point the bear reared up and Dakota had to roll away into the safety of the undergrowth, but Rodan attack stuck. The brute was secured to the bears hind limb but he was too exposed. The bear took advantage of this and with momentous effort the massive creature swung its paw, claws out, towards the glacial gladiator. And it land squarely against his body. The limb of the creature blocked Dante’s view, but it was easy to know that whatever wound was implanted into Rodan’s body would be close to fatal if not treated. The queen had little time to think about this though as the sound of rustling limbs and cracking leaves filled the arena, Dante herself felt confused but she realized quickly that Nimueh had kept away into the brush and was rushing about creating the excess noise.

Dante rushed into the undergrowth and attempted to help magnify the sound with her, and though the wasps biting at her flesh stung she kept at her task. She heart at the look of fear that suddenly over took the swollen eyed creature. The bear swiveled but failed to see the few bodies that scurried about in the brush. She turned tail and ran away into the brush and Dante let out a bark of happiness and laughter at the sight of the creature vanishing into the evening. They had done it! They’d won and Bright Moon was theirs! Dante howled out into the dusky air and smile lighting her bloody façade. Her battered body padded into the center of the clearing and she barked out to her companions hoping they would gather around her so she could fully inspect their wounds. All of them had sustained an injury of some kind, some more fatal than others. She needed to get all of them to see Hellene in Aurora, but first she had to know if they could even make it. And from the looks of it she would likely need Hellene to come to them. Rodan’s injury was impairing, Nimueh’s frail bodice had sustained a double attack, Dante herself was being partially blinded by the clogging blood that spilled down her cheeks and back of her crown.

The Queen plopped to the ground, the adrenaline in her system was starting to drain away and underneath was the resurgence of pain from the battle wounds and fighting. She had not been in a duel of any kind in many moons. She had been trained up in many different art forms, and more than anything fighting because of the position she had held as a seeker of the pack. Her travels across different terra and multitude of interpack exchanges called for her to be able to hold diplomacy but also defend herself in the case of an attack. Dante had always been fortunate enough to never have to fight wolves from other packs in her travels, but she knew that the rulers that took over after her parents “accidental” death were more inclined to start wars over little things. Dante had promised herself that she would never be like them and though Seraphina’s escape was a harrowing thought she was more than elated to have her sister back in her sights. She was safe in Aurora and she would be there for a little while longer until the pack became stable and the elder sibling knew that the bears would not return. But for now she needed to focus of the little group around her. She took a full circle look around the group and the smile of her face grew, We’re home now. Bright Moon is our home. Dante spoke out her voice full of happiness and a sort of awe. She almost couldn’t believe her eyes, but here they were gathered around. Dante had no time to wonder any longer seeing the inflicted wounds in a semi-clearer vision, Our alliance with Aurora Borealis gives us access to one of the best healers in Blossom Forest and everyone will receive attention from her whether their injuries are visible or not. She paused and took a deep breath,

Thank you.

Those two simple words were all she could think to say, because there was no amount of poetical lyrics that could express her gratitude and love for these wolves. In return for their bravery, their sacrifice, and their loyalty she would give them the best home she possibly could. Bright Moon would be their haven and their pack. Dante might have been the Queen but there was no point to ruling when there was no one to support to you and no one to care for. But she had both of these things. To her sides were Rodan, Nimueh, and Dakota. Their blood spilled just as much as her own and hopefully somewhere were Rae and Saorise. They had reason to celebrate, but first they had to gather and tend to wounds.
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