Luna and her companions were happily eating, completely unaware that the night of the full moon was upon them.
Aetheria, The Phoenix Clan.
The altar beneath the wutong tree was shrouded in moonlight.
Great Shaman Ignis Fawkes draped in a Crow Feather Cloak, her withered fingers clutching a Blazewing feather, began a bizarre shamanic dance around the stone platform etched with curse markings.
"With blood as the guide, with soul as the offering—"
She infused the Blazewing's blood into the ugly doll, right upon the engraved name "Luna Sutton," cursing vilely through clenched teeth: "May that bitch's flesh fester, her bones crawling with maggots!"
Celestia Fawkes stood below the altar, watching nervously, her face densely dotted with golden lumps, appearing especially sinister in the moonlight.
"Buzz!"
