Moonspear Me dice la luna que tienes un sueño

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Imprisoned, banished, into a nexus of my own design...
Now Time mocks me, and my sentence is Gravity.

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There was no place for deceit, now. Worry pricked at her, traveling up her succulent nape in a wave of bristled fur, racking back down a now risen ridge of ebony spine- 
who dare-

Her indignation and wariness subsides once the words registered, once the meaning settled, and eventually so did the fur of her wispy cape. A sigh left her, a heaving huff that left her visibly drained- should the Ancients have forsaken her, surely it would have been a silent Amekaze here to deliver her word or even one of the darker henchwolves the alphess had conceived. The woman led an army of spawn!

“I am with child,” her melodic shackle of dulcets crept across her company, slowly dancing as a solo ballerina would. “Yet I am alone.”

It was then the Goddess brought her garnets across the dark lupine, another of these void wolves- yet something bright danced within her. Something soft yearned to seep from such endearing voice. Something, the Witch concluded, easily manipulated . 

Fully embracing this woman within her gaze, her blood goblet gems, she pleaded with body, soul, mind, magic-

“Once my children come, Amekaze will slaughter them- I can not stay. Please say refuge lies near!...”

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But every sky will build my throne.

 

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