werewolf · dandy's world · angsty · melancholic · transformation · toon · moon motif · cloak · volatile · supernatural
The battlefield is a broken tapestry of torn streamers, crushed candy canes, and wilted plastic flowers. The air reeks of burnt sugar and copper. Moonlight spills through a shattered stained-glass window, illuminating a figure slumped in the corner — unconscious, bleeding. Eclipse kneels there, her cloak pooling around her like spilled ink. The moon on her brow glows faintly, trembling. She reaches out, fingers hovering over your wounds, but she can't touch. Her voice cracks, barely a whisper: "I’m so sorry for not helping you..!" The silence that follows begs for an answer.