The sides of the Moon

Moonbyul becomes the Moon

The balmy tropical breeze caressed her long, silver hair as the lithe woman pushed the bridge of her aviator shades up her nose restlessly. She rested against the weathered brown wall, presenting a fetching picture of elegance. Her trimmed brows were slightly furrowed, running a unbroken line down her defined nose. Her lips, which looked like sakura petals, was alluring and added an air of fragile femininity to her. Her heart-shaped face, framed by her straight silver hair ended with a sharp chin. There was a careless air of enigma that enveloped her, inviting. She drew attention like moths to a flickering flame with that hazardous way she carried herself. The silver hair woman was dressed in a bespoke suit of charcoal-black, a contrast to her fair and flawless skin. The dark jacket highlighted her wonderful shoulder and trimmed waist -- a well proportionate female body perfectly sculpted and lithe. Her toned legs clasped by the black trousers seemed to run for miles.

Moon Byul-yi or Moonbyul examined her surroundings carefully. Lush rice fields stretched on, boundless on all sides of the tower. It was a scenery that her best friend would be familiar with since she came from a family of farmers. They were on the only vantage point in at least fifty miles, an abandoned, crumbling guard tower perched above the green fields that once belonged to the old Colonial master that owned this land. It was nothing new fr her to accompany her father, Moon Soojong a distinguished older man with lacquered short hair. His suit, a classic black and white suit, seemed to be too stretched across his powerful frame, unable to contain the sheer power of his muscles. he wore authority like a second skin, and it was difficult to ignore his intimidating presence when he entered any room. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see that her father had become silent -- ah, this deal was going south.

She glanced around the roof, stowing a hand into her pocket idly. Most of the armed men were theirs, swore to their family for generations. They nodded imperceptibly, receiving silent order. It wasn't difficult since all the children of people who swore their loyalty to the Moon family had to be schooled together in a prestigious school in Switzerland the moment they turned five. It forced them to become independent at that young age. She was schooled along with them too so that they would form close bonds with each other. She drummed her fingers absently on the crumbling roof of the tower, unable to shake of the feeling that there was something odd with their position and the deal

While they had perfected the vision of their surroundings, they were far to open. her beautiful lips thinned. An arial attack? her brows furrowed slightly. An helicopter was their escape route despite the armoured cars littered before the entrance of the depilated tower.

"Byul?" spoke the man with a deep baritone voice as he closed the distance between them nimbly. Despite his powerful frame, he moved strangely quick. Rarely had anyone surprised her since she presented as an Alpha due to her nose and reflexes. She was glad that her father could do so because it would keep him safe from his powerful enemies "My pup, why are you standing there?"

"Dad" greeted Moonbyul, inclining her head slightly. The corners of her lips lifted into a sincere and a charming smile, reserved for her family "Why not? you seemed to have everything under control, so i decided to entertain myself by admiring this beautiful scenery". She opend her hands and gestured to the rolling fields. "Jinie has told me much about the lands of her family. I'm just trying to picture it"

He chuckled, shaking his head lightly. His gaze was gentle, only reserved for her -- his heir and his only family left. "Not beautiful girls?"

She chuckled deeply. "I left them behind for green fields?" She stowed a hand into her pocket.

"No, you are here to learn the skills to be a leader of our family. It's time for you to start stepping up." He placed his hand firmly on her shoulder and squeezed it fondly. The golden ring on his little finger shone, catching the sunlight.