Lunar Zenith
As sanction for your atrocities
I grant you this, a curse and prophecy
The form of lupus, you shall take
Tears of anguish lie in wake
To break the endless agony
Requires a simple act, not of gallantry
The night of lunar bloodied zenith,
Be prepared, you ghastly behemoth
To spill the blood of a virgin maiden
Who's heart is pure and tough and brazen
When the pooling red taints the lands
The curse shalt be lifted from your hands
And the sylvan woodlands that you roam
Shall be rendered empty, cold, alone
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It's no secret that the village Cassandra Anne resides in has a long standing animosity towards wolves. The neighboring packs were driven out of their homelands to the brink of extinction. For all of her life, Cassandra was taught to be indifferent towards the beasts, but that all changes when Cassandra stumbles upon a wolf in the forest. She's drawn to the creature, to its beauty, its elegance. And the wolf is drawn to her as well.
Lune's village had brutality massacred a whole pack of wolves, enraging a powerful witch. She cursed all who lived in the village to become the beasts they had slain, leaving a prophecy, a way to break the spell, as a parting gift. Now, decades later, Lune encounters a girl in the shallows of the woods. She's special, Lune realizes, for it seems that the girl's blood might just be the cure to their curse.
Wysatine · Fantasy
