They see the blessings and call her The Moon Lady.
“She honours our crops with abundance,” the farmers say.
“Her touch praise our lands with life,” the ruler said to its people.
“She is the Child of the Moon,” the Book reads, “the gravity of lunar power.”
And so they enshrined her, at the Temple of the Rise, next to Gods and Goddesses past, in gold and silver and bronze.
Every full moon she changes, and prowls the lands to feed.
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Author's Note: Just an idea I have about a moon deity who is loved and worshipped for her beauty, grace and compassion. However she, unbeknownst to her people, is damned by a terrible curse that causes her to change into a werewolf every full moon - also the time when she is glorified and praised. I thought it'd be interesting to show the fragility of immortality. In stories, I notice that the only problems Gods & Goddesses have are 1) choosing between mortality and immortality 2) Falling in love with a mortal and choosing between mortality and immortality 3) Practising polygamy and thus having too many babies that will grow up and kill you and 4) Being an unfortunate beauty that attracts other evil deities. None of them have human problems. I want to show the dilemma of a deity, one who carries immortality as both a blessing and a curse. What of the people she loves when they discover that she is their feared werewolf - the one who terrifies, destroys and kills?
The Temple of the Rise - Just a random idea I had. I like the name a lot. As soon as I typed it out, the image of an entire temple with glorious pillars, extensive altars and statues after statues lining its grounds came to mind. I'd describe it in detail (the visuals are all in my head, rather sketchy but there nonetheless), but I can't really. My writing has become so rusty that I took at least an hour to type out this entry, amidst many corrections, re-corrections and retyping of my awkward sentences, speaking of which, this entire entry is an awkward mess.
So. I'm back, welcoming writing with open arms.
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