by the light of the moon

Alabastrine Shrine

The Empress wasn’t a wolf that was easily rattled, but her odd experience with the Samurai Lament had her all kinds of off center. The ever present full moon, glowing bugs in late winter, strange creatures mulling about. Nothing felt right to the once goddess. White gloved paws carried her down the path in the moonlight darkness, though it was much brighter at night with the ever full moon.

Sunset gaze caught the unnerving appearance of the blue fog as it began to descend onto the island. Worry filled her heart. She didn’t know what the cause of all these strange occurrences truly was. There were many mysteries the woman was not privy too, but this one was beginning to effect the pack and there needed to be a solution found, or some way to fight against the supernatural.