It all started on a dark and stormy night. Cliché, I know, but bare with me here. Some low-life decided to be a very baaaaad boy one night, not on this dark and stormy night, a different night. Anyways, little did he know Karma's friend had been on his tail for some time, and she was livid. The rain poured, flooding the streets all around, barely able to see more than a couple feet ahead of you, only sound you could hear was the rumble and clapping of thunder. This criminal scum was going to meet up with some buddies of his, apparently a deal was made and he was going to collect on it. Unfortunately, for him, before he could reach his destination, as the rain let up and the storm seemingly have dissipated, the bright full moon illuminating everything... He was met with glowing eyes from the shadows.
Startled, he stumbled, falling backwards as Karma's friend hunted her prey. He tried running, but it was futile. She had trained for this, a killer years in the making. That night, was the first of many. That night is what gave her, her name. She could see men in uniform, watching from afar, waiting to see what she did. Her eyes narrowed, pupils becoming sharp as the bloodlust consumed her and finally... She pounced. His screams came out as nothing but gurgles as he choked and drowned on his own blood.
His death slow, painful, merciless. She stared into his eyes, mumbling something under her breath, his own eyes widening as he desperately tried to take one last breath. She waited. Waited until his heart stopped. Waited for everything to come to a stand still... Even the water of the past rain, that trickled down her face and built up at her chin, had refused to drop. She knew she was being watched, she could feel it.
Turning her head ever so slightly over her shoulder, her glowing eyes staring straight into you, making you gasp and at the sight, a word-No! A name leaving your lips, something not of your own will. With a twitch of her ears, she let out a sound, one you'd never heard before, something mixed between a howl and a roar, beautiful, yet frightening. She was gone in an instant, sight of her lost. The only thing left was the whisper of the wind, somehow traveling that name back to your ears. MoonlitAssassin.
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The Adventures of Moon
FantasyThe adventures of me either in real life or VRChat. Mostly VRChat, probably. Maybe playing other games, we'll see. Don't expect frequent updates. I am very much super lazy.