DTAE for Moondrop :'))) CLICK 1 - idk she's doing arson time taken: i honestly have no idea, 1+ 2 - i decided human mo is a child movie star thankyou time taken: like 2-3 hrs Moondrop - She/Her Nicknames: Ondro, Mo kitsune form bg :') As far as she was aware, Mo had no family. No parents, no siblings, no aunts or uncles or cousins. All she knew was that one day ,she simply was. No recollection of anything previous to opening her eyes in an unfamiliar, cold forest had never, even to this day, entered her mind. For a year, she wandered the forest she had been spawned into, learning all the lessons a parent, or perhaps an older sibling, should have taught her. She lived that year in complete isolation, never needing to speak a single word to another being. It was, however, at the very cusp of a new year that something changed. No inciting incident, not anything. She simply decided one day that she had grown weary of frolicking through the same fields every day, of looking up at the same stars under the same great, big moon every night. She was, and then she wasn't. That was the easiest way to describe it. Just as easily as she had been, on the cold winter morning a year ago. She blinked. Once. In and out of reality, but that was enough. Something had changed. /She/ had changed. She was no longer a snow fox. She was something completely different, a deep shade of purple covered in muted yellow stripes and vibrant, glowing orange circles. And.. was that a second tail? What had happened to her? It took just about two hours for her to realize she could set things on fire. /fire!/ It was a brilliant shade of blue, impossibly blue. The color of the deepest waters of the sea mixed with pure, pearlescent starlight. It was enchanting, much more than the stars in the sky she had gazed upon for a solid year. Now, it has been a year since the incident. She hasn't blinked out since then, nor does she think she ever will again. But now she has her fire, and she never gets bored of her fire. It flickers and dances and gleams. It is constantly in motion, brilliantly cold and hot at the same time. It is beauty and pain and splendor, with the possibility for both good and evil. It is a tool that bends to her will, she only has to figure out how she wishes to use it, until then it's only open horizons and windswept fur for her. Adventure is out there - AJR, Buzzcut season - Lorde human mo gives noe archiviste smh
