Of the moon and violence. The uncovering of self.

Goddess of sin, the dark mother

In the days of creation, the Sun God wed his children and the trees and the mountains and the seas. He was discontent. He still wanted a bride he felt was his soulmate. His and his alone.

After years of searching, he lay his day down for a moment. Upon waking, he spied a young woman he had never seen before in his searches. She shone with a bright familiarity. She carried the night with her.

Though as much as he tried, he could not even catch her gaze. It made him want her more. He devised a plan; only children of the night could bring her to him. He crafted a new race of beings in the shadow of the tallest mountain.

Before long, the new beings captured her and brought her to the Sun. He regaled her with stories and food and wealth. She was despondent. She pleaded to let her go. Her and his children needed the cycle of day and night. His love was hurting more than herself. He would not listen. Already, he was preparing nuptial rites.

Before long, the Moon convinced the shadow children to join her side since the endless day was driving them mad. The day of their wedding, after the ritual, the newlyweds were to bed each other.

Before the Sun could react, the shadows held him down while his new bride struck his manhood with a crescent silver blade. She held her prize aloft and ripped it apart between her teeth. The sun wailed and gnashed his teeth and bellowed. The Moon went for a killing strike, however to lose his life in such a way was unfitting. He roared and exploded with rage. Fragments of the crescent blade injured the shadow knights.

The Sun could not focus and burned and screamed in all directions. But the Moon has already vanished with her new children back into the night. They both were never the same afterwards. Him, a bit weaker than he had ever been, could not command his children as he could before.

She retreated, with her new children in tow, vowing to never be caught again. She gave a bit of power to all her night children so if ever the Sun ever got so bold, they could defend her and themselves. At times, she teases the Sun in the sky to remind him what he lost.

To be human is sin. Your true self belongs in nature. Violence is part of life. Fighting for freedom is to live.

At the end of times, the Night Bringer will devastate the Sun the Night Children will roam free without prejudice.

In wide open fields or secret places with a view onto the sky.

To spread the bite. To uncover the truth of a person. To bring them into the charms of the night.

A new moon means to party with your pack. To drink and celebrate freedom. Orgies are rampant. Since no transformation takes place, safety in numbers.

Chinese New Year is really big with Werewolves.