Balanar prowled silently, stalking the woods for any intruders. The moon was full this night, much to the chagrin of the beast. This was his time, and the cursed light of that blasted bird was reflected upon him as the Light of Selemene.
He snarled unconsciously, with seething hate, even in his element light invaded his domain, cursed sun and cursed moon.
The Nightsilver woods were to be his and his alone. He alone had stood against the will of the creators on the First Day and he no longer had a sliver of patience left within him. She would submit, and she would pay for her defense of Selemene and the Princess.
He looked to his belt and took solace his job was half done. Various trinkets from warriors, feathers, beads, and fur. Only two servants remained, the defender of the Dark Moon and the princess herself, Mirana.
With an animalistic warcry he silenced the ambience of the night, the moon dimming as if Selemene herself recoiled in fear.
Tonight was the night.
**
Luna opened her arms and inhaled deeply, taking in the power of the moon. Naked from the waist up she focused on her nightly prayer to her Goddess. The irregular cold nipped at her skin, nipples perked from the chill.
For weeks she felt the power fading, now reduced to merely a trickle of what it once was. She had returned to the Nightsilver forest to seek out fellow Defenders Of The Night. She had been roaming the woods for well over a week with no sign of anyone.
Nova's ears perked suddenly and he looked outside the clearing, to the west.
"Do you hear something, Nova?" She asked, still trying to regain her power from the waning moon. "Tis friend or foe?"
Nova stood and sniffed the air, muscles tense, eyes flashing with divine gifted, night vision.
