Enchantress of the Orb

Goddess of the Moon

She runs across the night sky, leaving speckling debris falling behind her as her pawsteps skim the clouds.

Running from the sun who persues her, in a frantic bid to reclaim his childhood love. He doesn't understand that she adores the night, the peaceful silence that the young son of death gives her.

She runs with him, his pelt rubbing against hers as they bound to Earth, to hide the day away as mortal wolves

LORE

She was the reason wolves howled at the moon, the reason they cheered and celebrated the night. For that was when she would take hold of the skies, with her lover by her side, plunging the world into darkness as they ran.

They drew out the larger prey, the ones who relied on the sunlight to keep safe, while her light gave them a fair chance to run.

Mother! Mother! They would howl, tails wagging as they bowed. Blessings piled upon the moonstone they had proclaimed as hers. As she came to earth, lover by her side, they became mortal for the day.

Running with the wolves, pale, blue wolves the colour of snow, the stars and the moon running in time with her.

And she adored her moon children.

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The moon is the reflection of your heart and moonlight is the twinkle of your love
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