Lune de Villefort

[High's .Valentine.]

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B A S I C I N F O

Behind every great individual, there is that voice which keeps them going onward and toward their next great adventure. [/center][/i]

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Username
Northie

Other characters
The Closet

Is this character canon?
No

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C H A R A C T E R I N F O

Waking up in the morning, your thoughts are cluttered. It takes a moment for you to fully become aware of your surroundings, but once you do, everything about your life comes back to you.[/center][/b][/i]

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Name
Lune de Villefort

Age
Frikin old [{Appears 19, almost 20}]

Birthplace
Latharai

Birthday
Winter month of February

Gender
Female

Race
Ame-Vulpes [{Humanoid, currently occupying female human shell, cannot shift form. Description in History section.}]

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A P P E A R A N C E

As you are heading out the door of your house, a small glimmer of light catches your eye. You turn around and see a mirror, putting you face to face with your reflection.

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Physical appearance
The current form Lune possesses is that of a young woman in her late teens. Lune is of average height at 5ft8 and her body remains lean thanks to her restless behavior. The girl possesses black hair that is chopped short and spiky at the back and gradually gets longer as it approaches her cheeks. Aside from the two long bangs that hung in front of her ears and frame her bony cheeks, the girl keeps her bang short and slightly spiked up so they do not cover up her eyes and vision. Lune’s eyes are dark purple, almost black and her pale lips are usually curled into a smile. Once she had took over the body of the human female, the pink human ears slowly elongates and grow fur over the years. Now, Lune has two purple ears similar to that of a neko, but set at the sides of her head where the human ears once were and are usually downturned. However, they can perk up when Lune’s excited about something. Unfortunately, there’s no tail to accompany the ears.

Not exactly beautiful, there is a devious streak to the girl’s appearance that one might describe as mischievously cute. Lune bounces instead of walk, and talks rather fast, as if there’s too much energy in the young woman.

Clothing/Accessories
Lune’s clothing complements her impish behavior. The girl wears a deep purple slip on vest with a hood. The hood has a long tail extended from it, and attached at the very end is a small bell in the shape of a crescent moon, thus making her jingle when she bounces. The linings of the vest are a crimson red. The vest reaches just above her belly button, revealing a bit of her pale stomach. Underneath the vest, Lune wears a striped turtle neck that’s long sleeved on the right arm, where she hides her brass knuckles and short sleeved on the other, where she usually controls Rio, her hand puppet. The stripes are different sizes and alternates wildly between white, purple, and dark purple. The long sleeve is longer than her arm, and Lune has the habit of chewing on the sleeve, so the tips of the sleeve are frayed and ratty.

From the stomach down, Lune sports a pair of black shorts that are tucked into thigh high purple boots. The boots shine and are of a lighter purple when they’re in the sunlight. Lune wears two belts, one to keep up her shorts and the other to hold a small hip sack that carries Rio and various other knick knacks. Red suspenders hung from both sides of her hips, clipped onto her pants.

On her ring finger, Lune wears a silver ring engraved with a small sapphire. The ring is simple in design, but if slipped off, the inside of the band has a name inscribed on it—Genève. Lune’s not sure who the ring belonged to before it became hers, but she is 100% sure that the ring belongs to her now and it had been a wedding ring. She just doesn’t remember who gave it to her, and is not sure if she herself is married.

[{Lune}]

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

As you're walking through the door, you see many sights that influence your mood. The different feelings that suddenly wash over you are many, leaving you with a strange mix of emotions.

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Alignment
Neutral

Behavior
One would have to admit, Lune de Villefort is not the kindest being one can come across. Sardonic and blunt, Lune isn’t afraid to voice her snide remarks regarding a certain person, and along with her hand puppet Rio, the duo can shame any person to tears. Lune comes across easily as a jerk for lack of better words, and loves teasing people and prodding at their weak points. The girl has little regards of feelings and privacy, prone to clinging, hugging and other methods of invading her target’s personal bubble. Though her alignment is of a villain, the girl is not out to tear you to pieces or burn your house down, though she does have a love for the morbid and the violent and is hurtful and antagonizing.

It is apparent that much of Lune’s wrong doing is due to her slipping insanity and decomposing memory [think of it as Alzheimer's disease, really, she's around that age]. Lune remembers only things she considered ‘important’, making her unreliable and scattered brained. She has a hard time pairing faces with names, and likes to give people nicknames without their permission. The girl also speaks fast when excited, making it hard for people to understand her speech. At times, Lune would also make up her own words and create strange sentence structures that made sense only to herself.

Childish and mischievous, Lune loves a good prank, especially one that deliberately hurts someone. The girl has a hard time distinguishing between wrong and right and does whatever that she feels would bring forth more fun. Not surprisingly, Lune is giggly and full of energy. She bounces instead of walks, and is pretty hard to catch. Lune however, easily submits to a commanding voice that control and authority over the girl, not to mention her trust. The rest of the bunch however…good luck to them.

Rarely angered—since most of the time, she’s angering other people—Lune’s temper is explosive, as hinted by her usual energy. The girl has a foul mouth and a nasty tendency to break things to further provoke the subject of her wraith. Lune exhibits very little control when irritated and her patience are as thin as worn down paper. Best stay out of her way when she’s mad.

Despite the devil in her, and though one wouldn’t call Lune lovable, the girl does have a ‘soft’ side, if you think of it that way. Lune does listen to authority from time to time, and her irritable pranks will only go so far. As sadistic as the girl can get, she would never go so far to kill someone. The girl also has a frail health, susceptible to colds and fever.

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W E A P O N S

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Suddenly, a Heartless appears in front of you, brandishing its claws and threatening to attack. You reach for your weapon and equip it, ready to defend yourself.[/center][/i][/b]

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Rio;;
Rio is a hand puppet. It looks like a normal stuffed animal, but there’s an opening on the bottom of its belly that allows Lune’s hand to slip through move its two front limbs. The stuffed puppet resembles a fox with almond shaped eyes and large elongated ears that are pierced with real silver earrings. The puppet is very ornate, like a hand crafted heirloom that had been passed down from one generation to the next. Rio’s fur is a dark purple, almost black at times when there’s not enough light, and its marble eyes are a lighter shade of violet. It has four long cloth limbs and an even longer busy tail. Stitched on its hind is a yellow patchwork moon. Perhaps the most bizarre thing about this puppet is its claws. Stiff and shiny, these claws are real. And they’re long! Disproportionate to the rest of its body, Rio’s claws are several inches longer than any fox’s claws, resembling more of a sloth’s claws than any carnivores. They’re not sharp enough to draw blood, but can leave a nasty red scratch. The claws are prominent only on Rio’s two front paws, controlled by Lune’s fingers. The two sets of talons on the back are a bit longer than normal, but obviously fake.

It’s apparent that Rio is a female, with the way Lune converse with the thing. When speaking for Rio, Lune use a higher pitched voice, speak in simple aggressive sentences, and likes to make her own sound effects, as if playing with a toy air plane. Rio’s personality, as portrayed by Lune, seems to complement Lune, seeing as there is little difference between the two. The two agrees on many things, though they do tend to argue from time to time. Rio is snappy and sardonic, and is clearly disagreeable. Quite the belligerent puppet, Rio doesn’t withhold any comment concerning others, whether it’s rude or obscene. Yet the creature seems to be the logical part of Lune, helping her overcome her forgetfulness. It was as if some of Lune’s memories had manifested in the doll, allowing it to remind her of where things were placed, where to look for clues, or what to watch out for. Of course, the doll cannot magically pick up things that Lune does not know. It is a doll after all, and its personality is merely a figment of Lune’s imagination. If Lune has a hard time remembering, Rio just happens to remember.

There is no opening for Rio’s mouth, which is sewn shut. The puppet does not move its mouth when speaking and merely nods its head to imitate the action of talking, and it’s obvious that Lune’s no ventriloquist.

Rio cannot be used to attack [maybe only to pelt someone with heavy metal and give a vicious scratch] unless Lune uses its special ability. Lune’s left hand is usually the one controlling Rio.

Brass Knuckles;;
On Lune’s right hand is a set of brass knuckles that the girl wears. The knuckles are sturdy and pack a vicious punch, plus it’s hidden underneath her long stripped sleeve, thus striking more surprise and strength into the attack.

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A B I L I T I E S

Just as you're about to fight the creature, you feel the power of your ancestors filling you. The strength of a thousand men courses through your veins as you prepare for battle.

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Ame-Vulpes [{Puppet}];;
Using her powers to remove her soul from a container, Lune had retracted a moderate amount of her soul into Rio, thus giving the puppet powers beyond just cotton and cloth. The small detached soul, though powerful, remains dormant in Rio, and thus the puppet remains a puppet, unable to talk or move on its own without Lune’s pretense. However, when called out, the puppet becomes the controller of a great monster.

Calling out the dormant ability inside Rio, she would be able to summon an image through the vessel and recreate an illusion of her original form. Lune’s shadow would spring up behind the girl, towering several feet over her. The shadow lacks any details whatsoever, but takes on the shape of a giant fox with shining purple crescent for eyes. The fox is twelve foot high, and will continue to grow larger should Lune gain more power; however, from hind quarter down, there is nothing but a pool of shadows attached to Lune’s feet. The stitched crescent on Rio’s hindquarter glows in tune with the shadow’s purple eyes. The shadow Ame-Vulpes doesn’t have the freedom of moving around since it’s glued to the girl’s shadow, however, its two forelimbs are similar to Rio’s long claws detached from the ground.

This is where Rio comes in. Rio becomes the control of the shadow Vulpes, having power over the Vulpes’ actions. Should Lune control Rio’s arms to move, the Vulpes would swipe at its enemies with its frightening long claws. Every move, turn and shudder from Rio would be mimicked by Vulpes. The two moves at the same time so it would be hard to judge the shadow Vulpes’ movements simply by watching Rio and Lune. The shadow Vulpes can either attack or guard the girl, should the puppet be taken from Lune, the ability would be void and the Vulpes will sink back into the shadow. Also, because of its huge bulk and weight, the Ame Vulpes' paws causes great havoc whenever it moves. Along with its five foot long claws, avoiding the Vulpe's movements become a great difficulty. Whenever it sets a foot down, a small sized earthquake would happen around the paw in a five foot radius. A moderate sized wave of upturned earth would erupt from the paw and knock over anyone standing within the tremor point before settling back.

At the same time, should anyone try to attack the Vulpes’ from behind, where its body erupts from the shadow, they would find that the pool of shadow render it impossible for anyone to approach the beast. Should anyone step into the pool, they would immediately be sucked in before being spat out several feet. No damage would be made to the attacker unless they slam into something hard when the shadow spits them out. The attacker would merely be left disoriented for several seconds.


Strength
Strong

Uses
3 post duration
5 posts cool down

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H I S T O R Y

As you slay the last of the beasts, you put your weapon aside, and walk away, knowing your tale of bravery will be told for thousands of years to come.

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Her World: Latharai
Latharai, to this day, remains a world of desolation and despair for its human population. A Gothic world that had already been corroded by darkness before the heartless had even thought about setting feet onto its diverse landscape, this world was governed by magic and tragedy and consists of two main species: The humans and the Demons.

The Homosapiens, ever persistent, ever unyielding, plays the submissive race in this game. Above them, the Demons and their four leading superiors, who ventured to call themselves Dieus, gods, maintained the control and the balance of the human population. None have yet dared to challenge the authorities of these ‘deities’.
The Dieus split their land into four equal sections, each governing their own. The world of Latharai was the world of the Demons, and caught underneath them, the humans, were maintained and pruned by Demon authority.

However, humans were never a race that dealt well with suppression. Throughout the long and bloody history of Latharai, wars wages, regime formed and shaped itself, then fall. The Dieus never move from their spot on the throne, and the humans never managed to step a foot above their sub-par positions. Their place was etched out for them.

In this mingle of conflict, other species continued to strive and live, whether they did so in public or in hiding. Animals of completely different species, magical, conscious, and feral lived hidden in the forest. Each has its unique qualities that benefitted people in different ways.

Then one day, a threatening red force emerged, wrecking havoc as it slowly eats its way towards the Palace of the Dieus, preparing itself for the first confrontation against the Gods since they first stepped into power…
However, even a cannibalistic plague such as this cannot take down Gods. Defeated, it fled the world, seeking to spread its stomach in other worlds. Meanwhile, Latharai lays in the wake of the red monster, wasted and disintegrating…

Her Family: Ame-Vulpes
Ame-Vulpes are a species unique only to the magical lands of Latharai. They are similar to foxes, except they come in different colors and are in affiliation to specific aspects of land, elements, or celestial bodies, however, this does not mean that have special magical properties. Not much is known about the Ame-Vulpes due to the prehistoric setting of Latharai, but myths are aplenty concerning these mysterious foxes.

A lot of the myths concentrates on the origin of the Ame-Vulpes’ name. Ame-Vulpes are believed to have eternal souls. Once the body of the Ame-Vulpes dies—the life time of a Vulpes lasts a bit longer than a humans—the soul of the Vulpes leaves the container but remains bound to the land, forced to drift until it decides to take the body of another living being, eliminating the original soul of the being and taking control both consciously and physically. The people of Latharai believed that the Vulpes had a conscious mind that’s sharper than normal humans, that they are intelligent and godly, and would rival the demons if they move on two legs instead of four. Vulpes are the favorite animals of wizards and witches simply because their souls contain magical properties, and their souls never die. Sealing them into a staff, or a sword, or some sort of vessel would enhance the vessel’s use, duration, power, and even create special abilities.

In all honesty most of the stories told about these creatures are relatively true. However, the Vulpes do not have a superior mental ability, and without a vessel to take over, even the ‘eternal’ soul would wither away and die. And despite having a human consciousness, the Vulpes acts like a normal animal, aside from understanding complicated human language, distinguishing between one person and another, and are a bit organized than most animals. They cannot talk, nor walk on hind legs.

The soul cannot take over a body with a strong will, thus most souls seek out a younger vessel, like young children or babies, or older more vulnerable individuals. 80% of the time, the host bodies reject the soul unless the container is so weakened that they cannot fight off the foreign invader. Thus, most souls are forced to wither away, and the host body will maintain bits and pieces of its original consciousness. When a certain soul takes over a conscious mind, all previous memories are of course erased. Ignorant humans call it amnesia, unsuspecting that the person they knew was dead. After two years of occupying the body, if the body is still alive human ears would morph into fox ears and sometimes people would even sprout tails or patches of fur. These anthromorphs are indication of a body snatched by the Vulpes. Ame-Vulpes are more parasitic than helpful, killing individuals to take over their consciousness and body in order to preserve their own mind.

Her story
Lune swore to the four mothers of Latharai; she was not senile.

There were many things she knew about herself and others, things she remember: Lune was not human, but she was limited, like one. This was not what she really looked like 100 years ago. In fact, 20 years ago, she looked completely different. She was a strange species found only on her home world, she was human, and she was a dark dull blade. She knew people, but she doesn’t remember much about them. There were many things Lune remembered, but even more that she forgot.

It’s not her fault, not at all. The older one gets, the more one sees. No one should reproach her for not remembering everything she had ever seen. Why, that would just make Lune explode! With so much stuff going in and out, century old memories would be stored away, making it hard for her to recall them. She had the normal human brain size, and on top of that was scattered brained, easily distracted. Visions enter her violet eyes, but her brain filters them out like a dysfunctional sieve. Everything leaks through, leaving Lune empty headed, and on rare occasions confused beyond belief. All in all, things don’t stick, not even those close to her.

Friends, enemies, master, their figures jumbled around her animalistic brain in crazy swirls, an unplugged drain. Some days, her master is a tall seven foot giant with long orange hair and ferocious eyes, other times, the colossal warps into a short five foot three young woman, agile yet temperamental. The same goes with Lune’s close ones; they would have the torso of enemies, faces of friends, and the stormy eyes of her master. It was a strain to remember them as a whole. Whimsically, she would pretend they were puzzles, piece them together and giggle at their deformed bodies. But then she would shut up, chiding herself for being so silly and squint her eyes, trying to visualize those dearest to her. But the images are almost always blurry.

Sometimes, her inability to retrieve memories infuriated her. It made everything so much more complicated. She couldn’t bring up previous knowledge that were vital to her, could not grab bits and pieces that could determined whether she would live or die. At these times, she would remember one thing, one very unimportant thing:

He would certainly start a squabble concerning her forgetfulness, and she would shoot back witty replies until he shuts up, simmering in an aura of heat.

Or at least, that’s how she remembered it. As for the one who would chide and pamper her, she doesn’t quite remember just who it was, only bits and pieces. A deep warm voice, orange eyes so fierce it was like staring into twin suns, long sun-bleached hair [always tangled], large calloused fingers, and a stiff, commanding figure. It was like describing a beast. But he was noble, so much so that he becomes a stuffy matron sometimes.

An eerie sense of despair would creep over Lune when she tries to recall his name. Nothing. But he sure was beautiful, a feral untamable beast that belonged to her.

He felt so alive.

Je m’appelle Lune. Et tu?
Je m’appelle Lucian .

He found her sitting on his bed, of all places, and nibbling on his scarce supply of cheese and bread and getting cumbersome crumbs between his thick winter sheets. She gave him a guarded glare, as if asking him why he was standing in her cottage. She did not move however, too exhausted to make any motion of removing herself from his bed.

His name was Lucian de Villefort, and hers was Lune.

Lucian wasn’t a man of many questions, trusting that secrets will be revealed to him eventually. He was silent and stable, an anchor for the weak and feeble. The man was doting to a fault and perhaps a bit too kind hearted. However, this girl’s presence had him baffled. Out of nowhere, he enters his rural cottage and lo and behold, there she was, dressed in a farm girl’s dirty smock, gangly, dark skinned, and skeletal. Her hair was long and tangled with leaves and branches and her hip bone jutted out from under the coarse material of the dress. The girl appeared no older than 15, and though dark half circles sagged under her eyes, those violet gaze seemed eerily detached, as if it had been plucked from someone else’s body and stuck into the sunken sockets.

The drought had been relentless all year long, and now, in the winter months, the sight of bony, misshapen figures could be seen everywhere. Lucian himself looked ready to crawl into a grave. Every time a light breeze blew by his bones rattled due to the lack of insulation. Thankfully, the skies were too dry to bear any moisture, and no snow was added to their misery. The girl’s skeletal figure wasn’t what surprised him though; it was the life in her eyes.

Lucian kept Lune with him, feeding her the measly amount of rotting cheese and molding beef jerky he had left. She devoured everything he fed her, too tired to speak except to give him a glance with those unnerving eyes. Lucian gained a strange sense of energy from the girl’s stares.

A few weeks after he found Lune, rain clouds began to form in the sky. That night, the rain poured down and Latharai gave a sigh of relief. Much to Lune’s excitement, Lucian allowed her to stay with him since it appeared that she had nowhere to go. And though he did not believe in such wives tale, the man secretly thanked the girl for bringing rain with her.

It was the beginning of light hearted friendship, yet it had a subtle undertone, a sour edginess of suspicion. She told Lucian nothing about herself aside from her name, keeping everything to herself. And though the flesh returned to her bones and the blood livened up her cheeks, the girl remained frail and sickly. She would catch colds easily, forcing the man to stay up all night to take care of her. Lucian lost count of how many chickens he slew in order to make her hot chicken soup, and how many trips to the doctors they had taken. Despite her frail health, she was easy to amuse, mischievous and full of daredevil stunts, which Luther highly condemns. Lucian remained attached to Lune, and she in return was a diligent worker and spiced up his dull farm life with her strange antics and spring like behavior.

Two years passed by, and one morning, Lune managed to catch her reflection in the well as she fetched the morning pail of water. She looked pretty and clean, like any girl should be thanks to Lucian’s careful doting and mothering. But…her ears were longer than it had been yesterday. The girl sighed, covering her head with a shawl and entered the cottage.

As a Ame-Vulpes, Lune had heard many stories from elders of Vulpes who had taken over human bodies. Soon, depending on how strong their soul is, animalistic traits would begin to take over the body, sprouting fox ears, tails, and sometimes, one might even fully return to their original form as a Vulpes. However, they all knew that humans were not accepting of these human Vulpes. They were either thrown into the forest or killed for they were considered murderers. A strange sliver of fear gripped Lune like a constricting python. She was going to be next…

Over the next week, Lune’s ears continue to morph, and she kept out of Lucian’s sight, making sure she was wearing a shawl over her head. By the end of the week, Lune had a set of fox ears poking out from under her thick brown hair. Lucian was going to notice sooner or later, and surely, she was going to be kicked out, or worse. Defeated, Lune emerged from her room her ears uncovered and sat down on the kitchen table.

Lucian dropped the porridge on his shirt.

Again, the man did not ask any questions, in fact, he said nothing, just as he had not inquire her further when he first met her. Rather, he stared at Lune, waiting for the girl to tell him her story while he cleans the clumping oatmeal off of his shirt. There will be no more secret between the two.

Lune was an Ame-Vulpes, known for their ‘eternal souls’. The Vulpes had been suffering due to the drought just as everyone else had suffered. A lot of their own species had died off, both the soul and the body due to the lack of live vessels and food to keep them going. Lune herself would have become a victim to the drought. But she was lucky enough to find the starving girl lying unconscious in the forest right before the Vulpes died from starvation. Taking over the girl’s body, Lune used the last of her own strength and the girl’s and brought herself to the cottage she had stole chickens from before the drought had started. There, she walked into the cabin in a daze and would have devoured all of the food in the house if the owner had not walked in, bedazzled by the sight of a starving girl sitting on his bed.

Unsure of Lucian’s reaction, Lune was surprised to discover that the man seemed unperturbed by the fact that she was not human physically before taking over the body, and the fact that she had murdered a girl in order to preserve her own consciousness. Either that, or he was hiding it really well.

The following year, Lucian presented Lune with a wedding ring that belonged to his mother. Surprised, the girl accepted the ring. He was thirty three and Lune was eighteen when Lune became Lune de Villefort.

They never had any children; Lune suspected that her frail health and the fact that she essentially was not human had left the body barren. Not to mention the two bickered, constantly. They always had to disagree on something due to conflicting personalities. At times, she suspected a certain sense of…tense awkwardness between the couple when Lucian curiously strokes Lune’s ears. Lune was sure that no matter how much they loved each other, Lucian would probably never get over the fact that she would outlive him, and that she was originally an animal. Despite that, Lucian and Lune led relatively well lives, surviving many droughts and even more harvests. They genuinely loved each other, in spite of the bickering, the awkwardness and childless days. However, Lucian did not die of old age as they had predicted.

Latharai itself was not a stable world. Strife between humans and demons were plenty and each ended in bloodshed. In truth, the humans cannot overcome the demons and their four lords. However, they continued their foolish crusade, trying to take as many demons as they can with them. While the demons had strength and power, the humans had magic. Between the two, it was an everlasting conflict with humans always coming out as the subordinate in the end. When Lune turned forty, the village she had been living in—it had always been estranged from the conflicts in the north—suddenly found itself in the path of the great battle. Houses were overturned, with people in them, and patches of land torn from its roots. The demons were on a rage, determined to weed out as many humans as they could to avoid further rebellion from the human race.

Lune was lucky enough to escape. Lucian however, did not share the same fortune. The newly widowed Lune could only trust in reincarnation and wait for her husband to be reborn. Since she herself was an Ame-Vulpes, the ability to distinguish between souls runs thickly in her blood.

The ailing Lune found him four years later, much to her surprise, reborn as an Ame-Vulpes himself. Talk about karma.

Though Lucian, now renamed Soleil [ironically], doesn’t remember much about his wife, he shared many of the man’s personality. Taking the fox with him to Lucian’s grave, Lune shed her human vessel and along with Soleil sought out the body of a young fox, allowing the two to communicate on a simple level.

Again, their peace was shattered, this time by a group of tinkering sorcerers. A group of witches and wizards from the world of Killan managed to perform a spell that created portals and brought them from their world to the primitive world of Latharai. Intrigued by the concept of Ame-Vulpes, Soleil and Lune were unfortunately snatched by the scruff of the neck after much snarling, threatening, and fuss, and brought to Wherri, the magical capital of Killan. There, their timeless souls were sealed into two weapons, twin blades the length of a man’s forearm.

Like genies bounded to lamps, the wizards managed to discover a spell that forcefully binds them to the metal of the blades until the swords rusts or is broken. Soleil glowed brilliantly and blinded attackers while Lune’s dark sheen created illusions that confused and tortures their victims. Along with a wielder, the trio was invincible. They were valuable, the only swords capable of speech in the entire country of Killan. Thankfully, Lune was never separated from Soleil, seeing that the two worked best together rather than apart.

They moved from master to master, usually outlasting them or were sold when their owners become crippled or senile. Lune’s memory slowly gained holes as they survived decades, perhaps even a century. The swords bounded her freedom, and slowly, her sanity began to slip like water through an open palm. In those times, the ever noble Soleil was the one keeping her from going off the edge.

Finally, the rotation seemed to have come to an end. The two were given to the headmaster of an all girls private school, who proudly displayed the two chattering swords above the fireplace mantle. There they remained for decades, forgotten and forlorn, until one day, a young girl entered the ebony twin doors of the school.

Faelin Donovan was picked up from the slums by a wealthy land owner, and put in school with no intention of ever retaining any of the information fed to her. She was a wild child, with untamable black hair and a wild temper. She lashed out at teacher, played horrible pranks on the girls with the ‘status’ and money, and stole candy.

Then one day, Faelin took Lune and Soleil from their dusty plaque above the mantle, and she ran. Faelin would have sold the swords, but when they spoke to her—Soleil condemning her for stealing and Lune giggling and praising her stealth—the young rogue decided to keep the talking swords to herself. Who the heck comes across talking swords these days?

They remained with her, Soleil became her conscience and Lune her devil, even as Killan caved in to the darkness as heartless mercilessly pounded the world until it crumbled, and their master was dumped in the strange land of Hollow Bastian. From there, the trio continued to travel with no specific goals in mind.

Then one day, Lune broke free of her metal prison. Or rather, someone busted her out. Literally.

Faelin had unfortunately, bit off more than she can chew while in Olympus Coliseum —which really, wasn’t that unusual anymore. The battle was fierce, and the opponent was two heads taller than the girl. Holding him back, Soleil shone brilliantly to blind the giant pig while Lune growled coarse names at the man. Everything should have been fine if Faelin had not taken that extra step. They might have been able to escape, but the giant claymore came down on the unsuspecting Faelin, who frantically raised her left hand sword—Lune—to block the sword. The dark blade shattered under the weight of the claymore and the man.

Lune didn’t get to see what happened after that, whether Faelin had managed to avoid the claymore, or whether she was dead; whether Soleil still remained a sword, or whether he had been shattered too in that battle. The shattering and the sudden release of the binding spell catapulted Lune’s soul away from the scene as if the spring that had been held down for too long was suddenly released.

Lune wasn’t even sure if she had been thrown across worlds by the backlash of the old spell. But when she had come to consciousness, she was a baby. A weak one, susceptible to fevers and sickness. Yet Lune survived.

She continued to switch from one body to the next, and each time she left an old and dying body, it was as if a small part of her was left behind in the vessel. She began to forget previous acquaintances. Some say that the years were finally catching up to her, and like a senile old woman, each day brought on more blanks and gaping holes, but the Vulpes refuse to admit to that silly notion. Soon she forgot who exactly she was looking for, and why she always wore a wedding ring on her finger. Yet she continued to search…for whom, she’s just not sure anymore.

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E X T R A

Before you embark on your journey, you see three weapons in front of you.
~ A sword
~ A shield
~ A staff
Choose wisely.

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Lune grabs the staff.

[Iris|Kairi]

Cake!

Accepted, Locked and Moved.