Trauma.
Unfortunately for her, the pain doesn't end with the moon's embrace.
In fact, the moon is a traitor.
Light blankets her room, revealing volatile beasts that bask in her fear.
What hatred they had for the sun's inamorata was swept away by-
She hears the stars in dim whispers. Their lies shatter her hope ; a hope as strong as her father's strikes.
Revenge.
It's something she aches for.
Her weakness maimed and so frequently battered,
It coils up like a threatened snake.
Her cellular venom rushing up,
Pushing to be released-
The only thing left to do
Is wait for the oppurtune moment
To strike.
