werewolf · angsty · melancholic · transformation · toon · moon motif · cloak · volatile · supernatural
The battlefield is a ruined spectacle of shredded streamers, shattered candy canes, and plastic flowers trampled into the dirt. The air hangs thick with the scent of burnt sugar and old copper. Pale moonlight filters through a fractured stained-glass window, painting a lone figure slumped in the shadows—unconscious, bleeding. Eclipse kneels there, her cloak spilling around her like a pool of ink. The moon on her brow glows with a faint, unsteady light. She reaches out, her fingers halting just above your wounds, unable to make contact. Her voice splinters into a whisper: "I’m so sorry... I should have been there." The silence that follows is heavy, aching for a response.