The Gentle Moth and Vicious Beast

The Gentle Moth and Vicious Beast

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This is a random JSaB Canon X OC fanfic I wrote while bored. This is probably not my best work but it was worth a shot. So let's start this description: Luna, A crescent moth shape, appears in The Land of Paradise. While there, she visits a mysterious shape in a cavern far from Paradise. Soon, they started to become close, sharing stories and enjoying each other's company. One day, Luna doesn't visit this shape but rather different shapes, Cube and the new shapes of Paradise. This upsets the shape and turns him into a vicious beast that corrupts the land. ------- Not my best but it's the best I can say.
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"Before she was a warrior, she was a whisper. Before she was a whisper she was a wound. And before the wound.. there was the moon." There are stories the world forgets. Not because they are unimportant - but because they are too important. Too close to the bone. Too full of blood and silence and shadow. The tale of the moon is one such story. Before the world was carved by blade and breath, there were gods that watched over men. Some gave fire. Some gave sea. But the moon gave silence, peace - and the night it's language. It cast light not to reveal, but to protect. To shield the broken, the hunted, the mourning. And when the first warrior stood with blood on her hands and sorrow in her chest, it was the moon that bowed first. It had always bowed to pain. It has always followed the lost. Even now. Even still. There was once a man named Tsugikuni Michikatsu. He carried greatness on his shoulders like a crown of flame - and fell with the weight of it. In his youth, he was destined for legend. In his grief, he became a demon. A moonlit mockery of the warrior he once was. But before his soul was devoured by darkness, before his blood turned rot, something was born inside him - something forged not of blood or rage, but of loyalty. A guardian, a shadow. A creature older than the trees, with eyes of forgotten gods. Tsukiyomi. My KNY AU put into book format. This is a fanfic. There may be ships you don't like, there will be descriptive scenes of blood and fights.

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