Wapun Meadow tears of blood

freaky deaky thread! backdated to the blood moon. for anyone who is interested, hop on in!

The moon rose full and bright, but he knew it wouldn't last. Tonight was an evening of mourning, a remembrance day for the goddess once the brightest light in the sky. She outshone everyone, even her husband. . .but jealous Iliana had swallowed her up, taking her mother's light for her own, and the world had been topsy-turvy ever since.

Phocion had slain a rabbit, giving it a merciful blow to the neck with bared fangs. With the utmost precision, he sliced its throat in a near-perfect arc, the blood flowing fast and hot into the snow. He dipped one paw in the crimson pool and swept it over the side of his face, where he bore the crescent moon scar. Now there was a larger crescent, inked in blood, standing boldly out against the white of his pelt.

He did the same with the other cheek, then sat silently for a moment, the scent of the fresh kill aromatic and heady in his nostrils. Then, without warning, he let out a howl that shattered the night air like glass, long and shrill and ululating. A wordless cry of grief, reaching to the stars.

"Ahhhhhhhh, Erastis!" he half-chanted, half-sang, nose lifted to the air, in the ancient language of his tribe. "We weep for you tonight, we call your name! We lift our noses in song and prayer, in the hopes of your return!"

The white priest then turned his muzzle to the eastern sky, at the horizon, where the sun would emerge in several hours. "Iliana! he roared, face crumpling with barely-checked anger. "We know you hide, we know your truth! We know you murdered for the sake of vanity--a sin that will curse you until the end of time!"

Above, the moon was turning red. Fengari had begun to weep.