Bloodmoon

Brother's Rating: 4

Became Queen at 5 years 10 1/2 months

Her reign will last 2 years and 1 1/2 months, the equivalent of about 51 days IRL. (Will die during first week of October)

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Bloodmoon was born under the shadow of a crimson moon, an omen whispered by the elders to foretell greatness—or doom. From the moment her eyes opened, they gleamed with an unnatural scarlet hue, a color that would become the defining mark of her reign. Her fur was black as night, with a subtle underlayer of gray that seemed to shimmer in the moonlight, hinting at the dual nature hidden beneath her dark exterior.

Bloodmoon and her sister, Echo, were the darlings of their mother, Queen Luna. Luna, obsessed with perfection, saw in her two daughters the embodiment of her ideal. Their sleek fur, their sharp minds, their graceful movements—everything about them was flawless. Unlike their siblings, Willow, Shadow, and Storm, who were often overlooked, Bloodmoon and Echo were lavished with attention, groomed to be the next rulers of the pack.

But while Echo was content with the adoration, Bloodmoon harbored a secret ambition. She had inherited not just her mother's desire for perfection, but a hunger for power that went far beyond what Luna could have imagined. Beneath her polished exterior, Bloodmoon's heart was as cold as the gray underfur that lined her sleek coat. She was a master of deception, hiding her true nature behind a veil of charm and wit.

As she grew, Bloodmoon watched and learned. She observed her mother's every move, taking note of Luna's obsession with beauty and her peculiar habit of collecting wolves who fit her ideal of physical perfection. Bloodmoon found it amusing, even as she began to develop an obsession of her own—only hers was far darker.

She was drawn to the broken, the deformed, the outcasts of the pack. In them, she saw something fascinating, something that stirred a twisted curiosity within her. Unlike her mother, who collected pretty wolves like trophies, Bloodmoon's collection was one of cruelty. She kept these wolves close, not out of kindness, but as a display of her power and control. Each scarred face, each twisted limb, was a testament to her dominance, a reminder to the pack of who truly held the power.

When the time came to choose a successor, it was Bloodmoon who stood out. Echo, though loved, lacked the ruthless ambition that burned within her sister. Luna, blind to Bloodmoon's true nature, saw in her the perfect heir—a wolf who could continue her legacy of beauty and order. She handed over the throne, unaware that she was placing the future of the pack into the paws of a bloodthirsty tyrant.

As Queen Bloodmoon ascended to power, her reign began with the same elegance that had defined her upbringing. She maintained the façade of a caring leader, but it wasn't long before her true nature began to surface. Those who opposed her found themselves swiftly silenced, their fates a warning to others. The pack quickly learned that behind Bloodmoon's sarcastic wit and charming smile lay a wolf who would stop at nothing to maintain control.

Her obsession with collecting the broken only grew, becoming a hallmark of her reign. She sought out wolves with deformities or disabilities, drawing them into her twisted court. To the outside world, it appeared as though she was showing mercy, giving these wolves a place of honor within the pack. But the truth was far more sinister. Bloodmoon kept them as a display of her dominance, a living collection that served as a constant reminder of her power over life and death.

Yet, even in her cold-hearted rule, Bloodmoon overlooked one critical detail—her own heir. Frostbite, her only living offspring, had inherited more than just her sharp mind. She had also inherited her cunning and ambition. But where Bloodmoon's heart was twisted by cruelty, Frostbite's was tempered by a desire for change. She saw the darkness in his mother's rule and knew that it would eventually consume the pack if left unchecked.

And so, like her mother before him, Frostbite hid her true intentions. She played the role of the loyal daughter, biding her time, waiting for the moment when she could strike. Bloodmoon, secure in her power, was oblivious to the threat growing under her nose. She believed that her reign would last forever, that her iron paw would continue to crush any opposition. But Frostbite knew better.

She would wait, she would plan, and when the time was right, she would bring an end to this era of unnecessary bloodshed. Bloodmoon had ruled with fear and blood, but Frostbite intended to rule with a different kind of strength—a strength that would lead the pack out of the shadows and into the light. For now, she would remain silent, watching and waiting, just as Bloodmoon had once done. The cycle would continue, but this time, it would end in a way that even Bloodmoon could not foresee.

Darkness the Dragon

Darkness was a little dragon when Bloodmoon, a little younger than a year, found him and raised him like her own pet. Bloodmoon often refers to him as "little Darkie" although her packmates find it disturbing, as "little Darkie" could burn them all to a crisp if he wanted to. And that was precisely what stopped any wolf from challenging Bloodmoon when she became queen. Having Darkness flame them to death was one of her various and favorite ways to execute someone.