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│ user: rabbit448
xxname: Magdalene
xxgender: Femalexxxx│
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An electrifying smell of storms and fresh dew lingered in the air as Magdalene traveled under the waning moon. She took measured steps across leaves of gold and auburn that crumbled beneath her paws. All around the trees, mist snaked and caressed the trees, leaving behind only silhouettes for any prying eyes. What a perfect day.
Her stroll through the forest happened regardless of weather, of season, of time. Magdalene knew to wall the path when the birds stopped singing for her and the trees stop whispering the words of the wind. The time for what? The time to meet the creature, The Friend, in the forest.
It was a day like this one where she found a bundle of red matted fur and slowly cared for them until all was well. She gave them stories to listen to and showered them with small toys. Now The Friend returns to her once a moon to reflect the kindness back.
When The Friend entered the clearing, it was as if light was stolen to form the being before her reflected light, becoming a small moon all unto itself. Yet despite the moonlit fur, The Friend could shame even the night, for no other entity could compare to the unfathomable darkness of the creature's eyes.
Their conversation felt rather brief, with The Friend opening their ivory filled mouth to grumble noises of another world best fitted to rattle the average soul; while Magdalene nodded at the appropriate times and whistled stories stolen from the lives of others.
Like all other visits, when the conversation is done or more likely: when the mist starts to dissipate, they take the time to exchange more than words.
The Friend presented her a live beating heart wrapped under the skins of a writhing snake. It glowed red and pulsed in time with the beating of her heart. In return, she gave them stones of the moon. Some were crater rocks, others were polished gems, but all her gifts were objects that remind Magdalene of this friend.
The true moonlight returns to the clearing. The birds return to warbling their songs. And The Friend vanishes into the mist to be only a silhouette in her mind's eye.
With her new glowing snake friend, Magdalene starts the journey home.
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