I can feel it approaching again.. That time.. my heart doesn't throb at the thought. It hammers.
Why this agonizing wait?? Why the pain of watching her diminish??
Why does she turn from us when we need her most?
I miss the days before day.
When all was eternal night, before the earth spun. When the moon was constant in the sky.
The days when Faeries and the Elven clans thrived. When Lycans were as rare as stars. When humans were scarce and vulnerable. When the trees were alive. When the world was young.
Now, the Earth is old, knowing, and tired. Mortal wretches have ravaged her, stealing and destroying all they can before they die. They are so fleeting, and yet they teach their young, and all their descendants that the Earth is already dead. And, even though they believe the lie, they don't respect her!!
No wonder Selene has taken our power away. It is little wonder Luna has disowned her children of the night. We disappointed her. She is embarrassed that we once called to her like the wolves tonight do. The pups, like children dressing in their father's clothes. They run, and hunt, and howl. But they know little of honor, or of the power Lycanthropy brings.
But can we not redeem ourselves? Must we be tortured with a brief taste of moonlight, full moonlight, and have it taken away for 30 days?? She is not cruel. We are wretches like our fathers, and their fathers before them. Humans...
No wonder the Old Ones fed on us. Our power is our folly. Our strength takes away true freedom. We are as stupid as any hare.