Spirit of the Moon

[Morgan Crawford]

In the dead of night, a sweet melody is heard. The smell of honeysuckle is wafting through the air. The Wandering Man was drawn in quickly by the sound of a gentle purr. The Mother of All Terra sings to her children. All except the Moon. She dances and runs and jumps, and is the only to see the Wandering Man.

 

[myvalentina]

He had one job. Eternally stand guard until the ancestors of this land needed him. On the outside he was a warrior of human flesh, but within he was made up of the bones and blood of those who died on this land. He was a promise incarnate. A promise that such a massacre would never occur here as long as the magic that held him together lasted.


But years of peace have made him bored. So upon hearing the soft song, and smelling the sweet flowery smell, he made his way from his divine lands to venture towards that which was foreign to him.

 

[Morgan Crawford]

Linn sat in front of the man's path, curious as to what and who the man was. Her tail swished, the Moon glowed slowly brighter, and she watched him carefully. Her body was tense and she couldn't help but grip the grass in her hands.


Something was wrong, but she couldn't pin point it.

 

[myvalentina]

Kai looked at the creature in front of him with curiosity. He had rarely had interaction with living things anymore. His days filled with watching the grass grow, and occasionally scaring off random poachers.


His voice was hoarse from lack of use and it took a couple of coughs to clear it enough to speak. "What is your purpose?" He finally asked, a little concerned at her relative closeness to his divine lands, but mostly just curious.

 

[Morgan Crawford]

Linn sat quietly, staring up at him. After a moment of this, she blinked and shrugged. "Moon." She had never been effective with speaking, so that was what she was able to say.


She smiled and took his hand. "Come." Linn led him closer to her Mother and the singing grew softer.

 

[myvalentina]

He was wary, of being led astray. If something were to happen while he was gone... He turned back towards his sacred grounds, but felt her hand in his leading him away before he'd made a decision.


"Where dost thou leadest me?" He asked.