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Posted on August 19, 2021 at 10:08:29 AM by MOONSHADE
| as long as evil exists, i shall live! ancient spirits of evil, call to me, transform me, come to me... |
| Things were gradually but surely starting to settle down in Taviora. It hadn’t taken long for the sleepy inhabitants to emerge from the shadows and start roaming the forests as they once had. Although Moonshade could not shake that horrible feeling in the back of his brain that this was all just a dream. Nothing but a delusional figment of his wild imagination, that one day he will simply wake up in the dilapidated sandy burrow of Glorall where he will be alone once more. There was still the very real concern that Midna or Zelda would return any day now and demand their title back. Well, they would be welcome to stay as subordinates but if they want the leadership of the forest back they would have to defeat him in battle and prove their worth for the role this time.
Today was unusually lazy for Moonshade. He couldn’t feel his paws anymore from the amount of digging he had been doing over the last few days. All his muscles ached from the back breaking work of clearing the packlands after the flooding. The job wasn’t done yet, he would estimate they were between 70-80% finished. All of the inhabitants had pulled together to help and he was immensely pleased with all of them. There was no doubt that the state of their home was a definite improvement compared to how it was before he took over. Surely it was ok to have one or two days off? He would not be a good leader if he worked himself into an early grave within the first month of his reign. He was laying in the dappled shade and curiously watching Mara Sov in the near distance. She was weaving flowers together to make beautiful decorations. Moonshade wasn’t entirely sure how she was doing that so effortlessly. He had attempted to make something under her guiding watch but all he was good at doing was breaking them. He would pull too hard on the fragile stems or accidently crush the blooms under his heavy paws or stout legs. To be honest he was getting too frustrated with himself to attempt anymore, but he would give it another go in the future. It wasn’t good for him to get angry and flustered in front of his pack over stupid flowers. But Mara Sov liked them and he was more than willing to watch her make, in his opinion, magic and supply her with fresh materials every time he came back from patrolling the border and neutral lands. The dark beast closed his golden eyes, content to lie near Mara Sov as she finished up the last of her botanical projects. And then a familiar scent tickled his nose. Golden eyes open and he lifts his head. Mara Sov has probably caught the scent of their surprise guest too. Looking towards her he clicks his front teeth together twice. It was his way of saying ‘don’t worry, I will deal with this’. With a grunt he lifts himself from his comfortable grass cradle and trots out into the dense part of the forest. Honestly he is in no mood for unannounced visitors. Taviora still had not fully recovered from the flooding and he was a sight to behold, covered in caked mud and debris. It was not normal for Gravekeeper to care about his outer shell, but since becoming a leader he was trying to make more of an effort to look the part. In any case he would always make an exception for his Moon Princess. Moonshade is already on the move when her haunting call floats through the air. His strippy form disappears and repairs through the dark shadows like a phantom. Right now he is a hapless moth to a flickering flame as he is drawn towards her. Trotting around a thick trunk of an ancient tree he spots her standing there. She is less brazen than the last time they had met but she's still dangerously beautiful. He barks to her in welcome and comes to a halt. Black tail swaying behind him, which he is holding high but not aggressively. This is his home now and he had to defend the pack, though he doesn’t believe she has come here with malicious intentions hidden in her mysterious heart. You could never be too careful. Golden eyes are clearly happy to see her as they spark under the dappled shade of the canopy. He tilts his large dark head to one side clearly questioning the reason for her arrival. The last he was aware she was supposed to stay at home for a little while, for reasons unbeknownst to him. Did she know he was now the alpha of this region? And if she didn't, how the heck was he supposed to tell her? Maybe he should have brought Mara Sov with him after all. Moonshade male ~ four years ~ captivated by Menkhet the gravekeeper of moladion |
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