#*full moon

He coughed, squinting around them at the debris that was doing a grand job of closing them in. Ian could move it, eventually, but better to save his energy for keeping their blood in their respective bodies. "Fuck me," he muttered, pressing his hands over their wounds, slowing the bleeding with his magic. They needed help. They needed to get out of here before both their supernatural healing could kick in. The last thing he wanted to do was risk Ava. As she stirred, he let out a sigh of relief. "Hey, babe. How you doin'?" @a-vamontgomery

"Are you heading to the Southside exit too?" @itsannabethlin

Nightmare all but shut down as the full moon began to ascend into the sky. Older residents drank whiskey and bourbon at the bar as several howls filled the silence in between small talk. Children were ushered inside by their parents and the town guards patrolled the town on high alert, ready to jump into action in case any wolves lost control.

Everything seemed to be going according to the usual full moon plan, and no one suspected that a darkness loomed over the town, unstoppable and devastating in nature, and was waiting for just the right moment to make itself known.

That moment finally came as the moon reached the highest point in the night sky, casting moonbeams through the trees and onto the buildings in town. One in particular hit the attic window of the Council Hall, illuminating the small, dusty area. It rested on the wooden panels of a particularly dusty and battered looking chest that hadn’t been touched since the Founders chucked it into the attic -- which was the last time the chest had been touched.

Just minutes after the light of the moon touched the chest, it began to rumble, softly at first, and then violently. The rumbling then spread to the attic itself and then to the building, making ceiling tiles fall and the wood flooring and walls crack. A dark smoke, moving almost like liquid, began to seep from the seams of the chest and surround it, hissing whenever it came into contact with the wood. Finally, the rumbling stopped, the smoke disappeared, and all was silent.

Legend tells of an ancient hunter made immortal and unstoppable by a group of religious witches to destroy the races of monsters. Their chosen Huntress was taken from her life of poverty and misery and used in a forbidden ritual dedicated to the dark gods. During this ritual, half of her soul was ripped from her body and placed in a token of the Huntress, for safe keeping. The gods replaced the missing piece of her mortal soul with pieces of their own, effectively making her one of them, therefore making it impossible for her to die by normal means.

The gods and witches had made sure that the only way for her to die would be to reunite the rest of her soul with her body and to kill the body, but that task was made impossible; the token stayed on the Huntress at all times -- and only the gods knew what it was.

It also tells of the infamous weapons given to her by her patrons: a silver sword that she named Soul Destroyer, enchanted with the power to effectively reap the souls of anyone killed by it, making it impossible for a necromancer to raise them or for their souls to return int he form of a ghost. Her silver tipped arrows were enchanted in the same way, which made her a more than terrifying opponent, as she had the power to permanently kill anything that got in her way.

She quickly became the bane of supernatural creatures and was given orders by the witches to take out whoever they felt were a threat. It didn’t matter if they were werewolves, vampires, necromancers, or other witches; no one crossed paths with the Huntress and survived. This caused the once formidable groups to say her name in whispers -- or not at all, which she was more than pleased with. For decades she drove monsters almost to extinction and created a large following among humans that began to hunt down creatures on their own and sacrifice them in the name of the Huntress.

Her long and bloody story ends with a shocking betrayal on her part. She began to tire of being given orders and being forced to kill and decided that if her immortality was irreversible, she would not spend eternity under the control of what she viewed as lesser beings. Once she had killed half a dozen of the witches, effectively weakening the group, the rest of the coven realized that she was the one behind it and turned on her. It took all of their combined power to stop her, but they could not kill her or harm her, as their previous magic was much stronger when they created her.

Instead, under the light of a full moon, they were able to trap her in a wooden chest and use every bit of magic they had left in their bodies to seal her in for what they hoped would be eternity. in order to protect any future generations from suffering at the hands of the Huntress, the witches decided to pass the chest down through their bloodlines. Instructions were handed down with the chest to perform the same ritual under the light of a full moon every hundred years, but that part of the story was forgotten long ago.