06-06-2020, 09:19 AM
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It had been an odd first few nights here for Mesec - adjusting to not having his companions by his side, for one thing, but the lack of glow emanating from his silver markings had taken him completely by surprise. Of all the things to lose, that had seemed so small and insignificant he hadn’t really thought anything of it - but once it was gone, he missed it. Missed the gentle silver light that reminded him of his family. Perhaps it was fitting - even the moon here did not <i>feel</i> the same.
He is wandering in the darkness when he feels the breeze stir around him, feels the slight sting of tiny particles of dust hitting him. At first, he wonders if somehow he has stumbled into a sandstorm even though he is in a lush green meadow. He turns his head to check and sees thousands of shimmering flecks surrounding him, settling into his skin. He watches as they settle into his skin, clustering around the silver markings on his belly.
And then that glow he has known his whole life returns. It’s a gentle, silver light - the light of the moon. When the dust fades away, the glow remains, and Mesec smiles - allowing himself to hope that this tiny gift is a blessing telling him that he’s exactly where he should be.
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</div><div class="mesec_name">Mesec</div><img class="mesec_image" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/99ab68c4-140b-4a51-8cbe-094930290c63/ddxhrrc-10e90994-a014-4775-8286-e0d12442f5c7.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3sicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvOTlhYjY4YzQtMTQwYi00YTUxLThjYmUtMDk0OTMwMjkwYzYzXC9kZHhocnJjLTEwZTkwOTk0LWEwMTQtNDc3NS04Mjg2LWUwZDEyNDQyZjVjNy5wbmcifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6ZmlsZS5kb3dubG9hZCJdfQ.eJm9RNNgscHl4CEzgeNVEV80bs_x2WdLoVnoTFL2nB4"></center>
Mesec is claiming glowing, please! <3
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It had been an odd first few nights here for Mesec - adjusting to not having his companions by his side, for one thing, but the lack of glow emanating from his silver markings had taken him completely by surprise. Of all the things to lose, that had seemed so small and insignificant he hadn’t really thought anything of it - but once it was gone, he missed it. Missed the gentle silver light that reminded him of his family. Perhaps it was fitting - even the moon here did not <i>feel</i> the same.
He is wandering in the darkness when he feels the breeze stir around him, feels the slight sting of tiny particles of dust hitting him. At first, he wonders if somehow he has stumbled into a sandstorm even though he is in a lush green meadow. He turns his head to check and sees thousands of shimmering flecks surrounding him, settling into his skin. He watches as they settle into his skin, clustering around the silver markings on his belly.
And then that glow he has known his whole life returns. It’s a gentle, silver light - the light of the moon. When the dust fades away, the glow remains, and Mesec smiles - allowing himself to hope that this tiny gift is a blessing telling him that he’s exactly where he should be.
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</div><div class="mesec_name">Mesec</div><img class="mesec_image" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/99ab68c4-140b-4a51-8cbe-094930290c63/ddxhrrc-10e90994-a014-4775-8286-e0d12442f5c7.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3sicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvOTlhYjY4YzQtMTQwYi00YTUxLThjYmUtMDk0OTMwMjkwYzYzXC9kZHhocnJjLTEwZTkwOTk0LWEwMTQtNDc3NS04Mjg2LWUwZDEyNDQyZjVjNy5wbmcifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6ZmlsZS5kb3dubG9hZCJdfQ.eJm9RNNgscHl4CEzgeNVEV80bs_x2WdLoVnoTFL2nB4"></center>
Mesec is claiming glowing, please! <3