#darkmoondelusion

The koi pond was a special place for Catra. In the fright zone there was never anywhere she could be alone. Shadow weaver was always spying on her. She learned to never show weakness, never cry, because she didn’t know who was watching. She always had to force a smile even when she was with Adora. 

Catra sat hugging her knees. Her eyes moved back and forth as she followed the fish swimming underneath the perfectly clear water. This small peace she had was interrupted by the presence of another person. Catra looked to her side, her eyes narrowing, and her expression becoming unpleasant. People really needed to leave her alone. She didn’t do well with other people. Catra tried not to show her anger, but her claws were digging into the side of her arms, and her ears were down. 

Every place he wandered in this city only served to confuse him more. Somehow he had gotten away from the crowded streets and into a forest of what looked like big, green sticks growing up from the ground. Yet he knew he was still somehow in the city! How strange!

Looking up, he had been trying to guess how high the stick-plants grew when he noticed a boy, about twice his age, sitting on the ground. The boy was wearing strange clothing, but what really caught Shulk’s attention was the fact that he was surrounded by-

“SNAKES!” Shulk shouted in alarm. He started yelling at the other boy to warn him, because the other seemed disturbingly calm about his predicament.

“Don’t you know that snakes are dangerous? They could be poisonous! Don’t move. Stay perfectly still and I’ll help you!”

He moved to grab one of the smaller sticks on the ground. The adults in his colony told him he wasn’t ‘physically gifted’, but he hoped that even he would have the strength to scare away such small snakes.

@darkmoondelusion​ said: Weaponmaster + the Moonlight Greatsword!

Weaponmaster

-Aah, you were at my side, all along. My true mentor... My guiding moonlight...-

This was... Not the same, but it was similar enough to make that voice echo in her mind. What a terrible place. What a fascinating blade. 

“Such an uncanny sword, it even sings in the same colour... It feels like moonlight, doesn’t it? It feels familiar, like you and me. I’ve heard these moonlight motes can guide the faithful, but towards what was never clear.”

Having been preoccupied the night before, Sif largely ignored the very familiar scent she had faintly noticed while running through the city. Now that the initial shock had largely worn off and she found somewhere safe to stay that reminded her of her old home, she ventured out again through the towers of steel.

She had been tracking the scent for the better part of the night and had traveled a fair ways through the city. Now she found herself in a completely different type of forest area, one more densely populated and smelling of magic. She had even walked past some strange creatures that seemed vaguely familiar on her small journey. Finally, just as the sun began to rise, she found what, or rather who, she was looking for.

This particular fragrance brought her back to her days as a young pup, when Artorias had taken her to the city where the gods dwelled. While she was unsure if she had actually met this god before, the mixing aromas of the divine, moon magic, and the old world was unmistakable to her. Laying down near his snake-like legs, she gave a pitiful whine.

There was so much she wanted to ask, yet did not have the words for. Why was she sent here as punishment? Why was she being punished in the first place? Had she not helped to serve the gods by hunting Darkwraiths and banishing the Abyss for many years? Wishing Alvina was here to convey her thoughts, for she had always envied the cat’s gift for the human tongue, Sif decided on the next best solution.

Of course, Artorias and Alvina had taught her letters; they were important for the writing of her summon sign. Writing was distasteful to her because it seemed a less honest means of communication than simple body language, but it was her last resort if she wanted to convey her thoughts to the god. The wolf scratched two words into the ground beneath her paws.

a city destroyed by some unknown force (not him, for once) making it foreign to his ancient eyes, but a familiar face stands out among the wreckage. at the sight, a dark smile grows on his pale face, purple eyes glowing from amusement. the god is still here in this almost unrecognizable city, but had they changed with the landscape?

“gwyndolin,” he says, voice as soothing as the sound of the rivers in the heavens, as calming as the moon in the night. he cants his head and lets out a little laugh. he’s aware time has passed between the last time they’ve met, but in the eyes of gods, it’s a mere blink.

@darkmoondelusion​ sent: "Is there a reason thou'st been following me for an hour?"

Geh, caught in the act.

“Well...well, I...”

"..............!!”

Right, she had nothing to be ashamed of!

“I-isn’t it obvious?! I was waiting for you to take your mask off!”

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

In the name of the moon!!!!