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21:38, 19th April 2024 (GMT+0)

Slender Willow Swaying

The Immaculate Fables ascribe endless malice and wicked glee to the Face Thieves of the Changing Moon. There are as many truths as there are falsehoods to those parables but, as with Luna, a thousand faces and a thousand voices means that the truth can be anything that the Changing Moon might wish in that instant, in that identity. Slender Willow Swaying seems as much villain as she does heroine; passion burns brightly in her and along side it rage that has seemed to build over decades that she does not, herself, possess... As if ancient slights and old wounds have compounded beneath a facade of enduring youth. Yet even as she burns with this seemingly ancient fury, her every motion exudes confidence, grace, and control with the fluid adaptability of the most elegant of predators.

An ever fluid whirlwind of faces, forms, and features as if possessed of the infinite forms of Mother Luna herself that one might witness the form most treasured and tied to her own heart's blood. The slender form of a pale woman with dark and braided hair with eyes of blue as the winding rivers of Creation. Her form garbed in festive reds and intricate patterns of blue, green, brown and gold. Her skirts hiding the truth of her birth as hooves of obsidian glass click like the fine shoes of a noble lady upon stone. Mockery never far off for a fallen and corrupt age as she leaves broken pride and form in the wake of expert violence. A cinder of coal, all the while, burning in the center of her breast, a strange companion to the strange and haunting melancholy that lingers in the absence of laughter and cruel smiles.

In those moments when essence burns and churns with in her, the fickle radiance of the endless phases of the Moon surrounds her and sinks into the tattoos etched into her very flesh. Feet upon feet of the curling, crawling forms of the Centipede unending becoming all too clear as they curl up her neck and cheeks to then raise high the endless, shifting shapes of form that marks her caste, place, and purpose within the Silver Pact.