☆ green flag ☆ ♡ crescent moon ♡ ☆,｡･:~:･ﾟ☆彡,｡･:~:･ﾟ ☆,｡･:~:･ﾟ,｡･:~:･ﾟ☆彡,｡･:~:･ﾟ.☆ ☆彡 writings ♡彡 ☆ backstory: crescent moon is the son of blue moon and full moon, and he is born under a crescent moon, hence his name. his slightly younger brother, blood moon, is corrupt: he wants nothing more than power for himself - or so crescent thinks. the truth is, blood moon is a very passionate brother, who can somehow see the deathly future that lies ahead of him: blood must protect crescent at all costs. he delves into dark magic, and that washes away his soul, turning him evil. crescent woke one day to both his parents dead, and saw blood with a malicious grin on his face and eyes black from edge to edge, only showing glowing red pupils. crescent fought his brother and trapped blood moon inside himself, which is the reason why whenever crescent is angry, he turns into blood moon, and it's also the reason for the voices inside his head. ♡ clip: Crescent Moon, son of Full Moon and Blue Moon, heir to the throne of the Moon Spirit, was... alone. Not completely alone, though. The fading echoes of his brother still rang in his head. Crescent closed his eyes and tried to listen to the wind over the moors instead, but his mind was focused on Blood Moon's hissing voice. "You'll let me out," it snarled, "you'll have to. You know it'll burn you down from the inside out." Crescent was willing to take that risk. His brother was too dangerous. If he escaped... when he escaped... he'd kill Crescent and the rest of the world for silencing him. Slowly padding over to the edge of the moor, settling himself on a hill, Crescent lifted his head to the moonlight. It washed over his fur, reminding him of his parents, who were with the Moon Spirit. "Which means they're dead," Crescent murmured to himself. He sighed and dipped his head down to his paws, where two bright crystals - one blue, one milky white - hung from a thin silver chain around his paw. A Moon Crystal formed when a being with pure Moon-Blood became deceased. These were the crystals of his parents - he had to protect them for eternity, until at last he became one too, or his parents would fade from the Moon Spirit's land, and he would never see them again. Crescent stared at the stars. One shot past him in the sky, and he blinked at it, watching it fizzle out as it disappeared among the trees. A shooting star falling down to earth meant the birth of a Star being. Rising to his paws, Crescent stood, and bounded off towards the fallen star... ☆,｡･:~:･ﾟ☆彡,｡･:~:･ﾟ ☆,｡･:~:･ﾟ,｡･:~:･ﾟ☆彡,｡･:~:･ﾟ.☆ thanks for viewing ☆彡 have a nice day - vix_- ☆,｡･:~:･ﾟ☆彡,｡･:~:･ﾟ ☆,｡･:~:･ﾟ,｡･:~:･ﾟ☆彡,｡･:~:･ﾟ.☆･ ~~♥ ησтєѕ + ¢ʀє∂ιтѕ ♥~~ ✐ art: ✐ effects: ♪ design: ↻ background: ◎ time: four days
