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 August 27, 2017 at 06:32:30 PM by Grey Wind
As the soldier walked a bit behind the alpha, his brother at his side, life felt normal again. The brute had been raised with the goal that he would be an alpha and take over when his father’s time to step down had come. Before he came to Blossom he had been taught all the pleasantries that an alpha needed, all the things that his father were most important. To be honest with the pack that he was leading and to always be just and never rash. But Grey Wind saw that always being good and nice to others didn’t get his father very far when an enemy pack killed him and attempted to kill the rest of his family. Grey Wind became different wolf that day. He was not an evil wolf, but he would not go out of his way to be kind to strangers as his father had been. The world was not a good place, and his father thought that he could fix it himself. Grey Wind saw that that was wrong. Despite his training to become a leader, when his time had come it never felt right. And in the end he had led the pack, and his old alpha, down by leaving. He wasn’t right for them, and he felt that he had lost his place there. But now that Kershov was back and he was with his brother things in the world felt right again. Grey Wind approached the alpha, wanting to see if he could get some more information about what had happened. Kershov had never been the one to talk about himself too often, but Grey Wind’s curiosity got the better of him. Besides, he saw the male as a friend after their years together so he didn’t feel that it was wrong for him to ask. Grey Wind noticed the subtle changes in Kershov when he asked his question, but he didn’t speak of it. “I was…finding myself. There was something . . . wrong with me. I spent all this time trying to make it right again.” The white male pointedly looked ahead, his gaze unwavering, as he spoke. Grey Wind glanced his way, studying his features while making sure not to walk into a tree in the still unfamiliar terrain at the same time. It didn’t seem that he wanted to talk about. Maybe if Grey Wind continued to ask he would get more answers, but now didn’t seem like the time. Not when the three of them had plans to take down some prey. He never thought that there was anything wrong with the alpha, but he was not in his head, didn’t know what the other male was thinking or going through and he was not in a place to judge that. It was not long before the scent of prey reached his nostrils. It seemed that they all noticed it because they all stopped their strides, instinctively positioning their bodies low to the ground to hide their forms. Saliva entered his mouth as the scent filled him, and he grew excited for the hunt and the kill. His yellow orbs looked to his leader, waiting for instruction on what his part in the hunt would be. Kershov signaled to his brother to go to the side, knowing his darker pelt would hide him best. Grey Wind kept slightly behind Kershov, close but also to the side, between the two brutes, ready to spring into attack when the time was right. Mabbit grew closer to the unaware stag, and then he made his move. The dark brute aimed directly for the animal’s neck, in what he hoped would be a fatal blow. Grey Wind knew that the stag would fight back, so he kept an eye on the beast’s limbs to not get an injuring blow from a hoof. Grey Wind quickly went around his brother’s other side, leaping onto the deer, trying to land on it’s shoulder to leave it open for Mabbit to get a better grip or for Kershov to get in towards the vulnerable area. Picture and table credit to the wonderful Morgin <3
| GreyWind | Adult |Uyaraut| Tied to Macaria | |
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