Malefic Moon
A ghostly, slick mist permeated throughout the Wildlands, the autumnal land bloodstained with the light from the baleful moon which shone overhead. Another month, another Blood Moon. A heavy cape whipped in a relentless gale, the cold air brushing through the thin pelt of The Huntress. She found purchase from a tall pine within wind-blasted grass. Lifting her gaze, Hawthorn flicked her ears as an all-too-familiar tingle seared between her shoulder blades. Her eyes lit up with scarlet, as the scent of rot filled her senses. Something was coming. Hawthorn’s left hand swung to her pouch and withdrew a silver bolt, loading it into Mercihart as she watched the horizon. Overhead, liquidlike shadows slithered betwixt trees, forcing a little snarl from the waiting Doe. “Here they come…” she muttered, watching their descent down the hill before her, before kicking off her hoof and launching into the fray, a triumphant yell anticipating battle leaving her parted crimson lips.
Artwork by Akitamonster
Artwork by Akitamonster
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