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Akilina, a Green Sun Child-using Full Moon Lunar with a strong link to her Solar mate. This will either end in tears or awesome. Either way, it'll be fun to play. >:3

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1. by your side

"I must go," Fading Winter Shadow said. The Waxing Moon stood at the open window, air wafting at the filmy draperies. It was a perfect night with a perfect temperature, neither warm nor cool but somewhere in the middle, just right, like every other night in Meru except when rainfalls were scheduled to occur. Soft rain-grey eyes tracked the rhythmic movements of his wife's hands as she brushed her long dark hair, her back to him, stiff and unbending like her pride. Lorelei was a beautiful woman, had always been beautiful to him. Always would be.

But she was distressed and angry, he could see it in the way she sat. Formal, as if he were a dignitary she must deal with concerning matters of state, rather than her husband of one hundred and ten years (he had counted them, every day since they were wed).

"Then go," the Hierarch of the Solar Deliberative said, voice tight, cold, too cold, and if he had not known she was angry then he knew it now.

"Something is amiss." He touched her shoulder. It yielded to the warmth of his hand for the barest fraction of a second, a hairsbreadth between a heartbeat, before she shook him away. "I'll be back, Lorelei. You know I would attend the Calibration feast if I could."

"We go every year," she said, hurt creeping into her anger. "Every year."

"I'll come back as soon as I can." His fingers caught her hair, spun chestnut-colored silk. "I've always been by your side, and I always will."

She turned to him then. "Promise me," she said, her voice harsh. "Promise me you'll come back."

"Of course I'll come back," he said, and kissed her, a brief feather-touch of his lips to hers. "Don't I always?"

Little did either know, it was the last taste of her he would ever have.

2. forsaken

Metztli Akilina curled in on herself, tightening into a ball of human misery, her stomach an icy knot of pain as if the tattered remnants of the demon's soul were attempting to claw its way out of her belly. She almost screamed, almost but not quite, forced herself to maintain her composure, almost retched but managed to keep her gorge down through clenched teeth - and so endured the alien burn and the unspeakably horrid taste of the erymanthoi's ichor on her tongue, the acidic slime of its heart's membranes setting her throat on fire.

And then her Charms locked around its blood and held its magic in place, burned it into her shape, limning her skin with silver as Luna's power overrode the weakness of mortal flesh. The blood-ape's form was hers to use.

Only then did she let herself retch, coughing into the sand, hands raking at it as she dry-heaved until she was exhausted and spent and there was nothing left.

Other than that, the Full Moon decided, wiping her lips and tipping the canteen towards her mouth with a shaking hand, it hadn't been nearly as bad as she'd thought.

3. the terror of death

There was a reason the Pact named her Silver Winged Demonsbane.

The beautiful woman gave her prey no warning, moonsilver blade whistling through the air, a keening dirge to accompany the screams of a blood-ape as its limb was severed from its body. The unconscious child in its grasp tumbled to the sand and was still, fingers still twitching but grip slack, and Aki only vaguely heard the weak cough. At least the girl still breathed - the Lunar swordswoman continued her methodical destruction of the cult's summoned minions, no longer as concerned for the child's immediate welfare. Should Aki fail, it would cease to matter.

More materialized, the four that she'd counted leaping at her from the shadows like nightmares from mist. She grinned, shed her robes for feathers, sleeves fanning back with a sharp snap to form wings, hair streaked with silver-brown feathers, and she began killing.

And when she was done, the cult lay in ruins at her feet and the demons were dead (gone at the very least), her talons scarlet and green.

4. long journey home

The Full Moon Lunar awoke with a sudden snap, heart pounding, blood hot and throbbing in her teeth and the moon-magic twined about her flesh, singing She's returned. She's reborn.

Aki was not sure if it was a dream, the lingering regret of the man she had once been pining for his lost mate... but then she felt it, an undeniable pull that she couldn't shake. It led south, out of Paragon, past Gem, past the glittering desert and beyond the end of the world. She blinked slowly in the starlit darkness, trying to gather her bearings, and saw the face of a very young man. A boy, really, with solemn blue eyes and black hair and a Dynast's pale perfection. Not a face she knew but one she recognized.

And Fading Winter Shadow (or the piece of him that lingered in her soul) sang exultantly, hope vibrant in her heartbeat, hope and apprehension, a second chance to be grasped:

She is reborn.

Aki took flight with a soft cry, heedless of the curiosity of the night watch at the sight of a single small falcon streaking through the otherwise empty sky, on the road south. To the Wyld, to him.

To redemption.