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Two Gibouse and one Full Moon, June 20th

I'm perfectly fine with a murder investigation. I love it- in fact. The crime scene, the stories the victims tell, working (Well bossing around my partner most of the time) with my partner, and then finally being able to gleefully smash the criminals face in when I catch them with the blood on their claws. Watching their faces fall or turn into a creepy grin as I figure out who did it and finaly call them out, that's always the best part. Then putting them in cuffs, dragging them into the court room and throwing them to their knees to plead guilty. It's my job. My work. It involves blood and justice and I love it. All of it.

But not when I'm on the victims side. Now I know what it feels like. I never noticed what the families or victims felt. I just never cared. I just dont have the empathy for it. And whenever I entered their room of the victim(s) I always shut out their emotions to the best of my abilities. Because I don't like grief. Hopelessness. Loss. Who does? And I just dont want to have to deal with theirs. Simple as that. But when it's my own its worse because I can't bitch out of it. Lightsteeler almost got murdered. It was so weird. I was asleep, on the verge of another small nightmare when Magma of all frekin dragons woke me up on the beach. When the words "Light got hurt" left his mouth, I never thought it would be too bad. She's stubborn and she wouldn't complain about pain easily, and the look that was on Magma's face, the images that flashed in his flaming inferno mind actually, I dare say, scared me. Nothing scares me. Only a few things do, maybe like...two; And those blooddy images, fucking scared me shitless. I never knew it was a fear I had until I saw it so real. Her open on the table as Magma, Abyss, Skymoon and another odd dragon named Jac held her down as Strum and Goldblood did their work. All I could do was give as much blood as I possibly could and sit their as Goldblood drew pint after pint from my neck. I didn't care. I just couldn't loose my only family member. I have no one left and shes all I got despite her stubborn ass attitude and overly kind heart.

Yeah. Whatever, I have the Alliance, and they always say we are like a family. That's a big heaping pile of horse shit. I only have a few dragons in the Allaince that actually accept me for who I am, the others, HA, they can screw off and go kiss eachothers butts and sing kumbaya together as they wrap in eachothers wings and fall in love in two days. I have Lightsteeler, and that's never, ever going to change. Others can be my friends or whatever, they can be close to me if they accept me for who I am and dont bitch about it, maybe with time I could consider them METAPHORICAL family. But no one will be Lightsteeler.

But...despite this disaster, me nor her have budge sense the fight. I have not apologized to her and her not to me. This thing, is not supposed to be something that brings us closer together. Thats awful. I am not ever going to take advantage of her in such a weak minded state and make her forgive me, nor will I forgive her when I'm I a panic. That's not how things are solved. Through times like this, are the worst times to apologize. End of story.

Now, the Murderer.
A psychopath most likely. Probably someone from the inside. The Alliance or a fellow student. Has to be small enough to fit through a window, and has a high pitch squeaky voice described by Light. Me and Quin are trying our best. We talked with my sister, got a white strange residue neither of us have figured out what it was yet we still need to find more solid proof, but my guess is that it's a dead Rainwing scale, or paint, ash, or dried blood that has been bleached from cleaning Lights claws. Other than that, I'm clueless.

And there was a dead orphan found a few days later which was in the glade, which just adds more confusion to the already screwed up jigsaw puzzle we have. We know the killer was wearing gloves from smooth talons prints found, and was extremely smart to make it look like a animal attack. Hell. Maybe it was a animal attack and we are all just being paranoid, but the timing put us all on edge.

Other than that, me and Quin have no leads or prime suspects, which is to be predicted. This job is hard, it's never easy, especially with such a smart killer. We still have things to do though. Check out Lights room, and question Jac, Abyss, Skymoon, and yes, Strum. Magma is off the list because no burned talon prints were found on my sister. I have my suspects. Abyss and his no good magic and maybe even Strum, who could have gone feral at the time. I wouldn't be surprised, but I pray it wasn't him, or everything Quin has ever said about him would be true to the core.

Now- why the fuck are the Illumotes trying to do my motherfuckin job? I forgot who, but the night me and Quin separated to take a break and catch some rest, I was interrupted by a Illumote as I walked down the hall. I forgot who, but they were from Strum sent to get me. Of course I wouldn't follow this stranger late at night on my way out to the beach to sleep. They explained they found a suspect? A civilian? Her name was Jewel. But I declined. Me and Quin were working on it. If we found a clue that lead to this civilian, I would check it out. And besides. Theres no way it could have been her. She wouldn't have been able to get into the school at night anyways. Least of all my sisters room.

Spire, Strum, no thanks and piss off. Stop it. You are making the Alliance look like a mess. Especially you Spire. What the hell is wrong with you? You are a Illumote. Not once. One even once did I see a Shieldite enter my sisters room to question her THREE DAYS after the attack. We know how to question and find evidence. We give a week or a little less if theres grieving. These victims are traumatized. You can say they are helping the Mezzo, you can say they would be doing you a favor. But guess what? That's not what's going through my sisters mind. What goes through a victims minds is their blood. The weapon, how close they are to death, weather or not they have open surgery awake, the screaming and pain they are in. They dont give two shits about other dragons at the moment. Which is rightfully called for.

We know how to coax someone, to get them to calm down to let them clear their mind. Always focus and come to the needs of the victims first, listen carefully so they dont have to repeat their story. Have a soft voice and dont BARGE IN HIGH AND MIGHTY with your thoughts on finding a scumbag murderer. That's the last thing anyone wants to hear when they lay on their death bed. When you find a clue, dont ever immediately point a direct claw a certain dragon. You need solid evidence, the right story so it adds up. Spire, Strum, stop. You found a dagger over a dragonets head. And? What was her story? Did she seem like she had a motive? Did you even ASK my sister if she knew her or not? Step aside, go work on your magic shit and screw off and let me and the Shieldites do our job. Illumotes? Trying to solve a attempt of murder? A joke. One big massive joke.

But despite everything I still have been able to make time for myself.

I never had music as a child. I only faintly remember father singing in joyous tunes when I was very very little. Blips here and there of his smile I used to be so fond of. It was so long ago, my memory blury though I just remember the deep rumble of his laugh. I miss those nicer memories. I'm upset that they had to fade to leave me in a darker route. But I go to the bar every other night or so. Not to get drunk and go home with a stranger, but to listen to the bands and sip on some wine that I stole from the cellar in the Whispers Spire. It's nice. The music is like a whisper of what the good memories once were. Maybe I'll try to learn to play the guitar. I like it's nice smooth strings. I'm sure Strum can teach me, but I think I I'm going to self teach. Shouldn't be that hard.

But anyways I've been spending my time alone this last month. Keeping away from Light as she rested, sometimes only talking with Quin to catch up on the investigation or make sure Sandbar is keeping her training to a solid amount. But other than that, I just haven't had the motivation to speak or spend time with anyone else. I've been keeping a low radar. Avoiding Sekhmet, Strum, even Quin and Sandbar at times. I just need a month to myself. I'm not being selfish. I just want a break. Going to a stranger's house to fill a empty void but to leave early in the morning to hide my face they won't remember, finding a killer, making sure my sister recovers. I dont mind it of course. It's my job. My family member. But its exhausting sometimes to where I just want to lay in a bed of coral and never come out. Might seem selfish when a dragon is in the Alliance, but I'm going to respect myself, and I do what I want. When I want, and if that means laying on a beach during a clear starry night, then so be it.

I should probably check on my room though, I haven't been in it in weeks. Everything is probably collecting dust. I just dont want to sleep alone in there as childish as it sounds. I'll go when my nightmares decide to take a break damnit. But for now it stays locked and dark until I decide to go back in to sleep. The beach and the hot springs will do for now. I slept on them as a child. It never bothered me. But it still makes me frustrated.

Writing this next thing down is risky. I have this key around my neck, and a lock on this journal- but this, still, is risky to say.

I want to kill my mother. I realized when Light almost got killed, Crushwave would one day be close to doing the same, and the feeling of revenge boiling inside of me after she tried to sell me. Shes smart. Deadly. Like a nuclear weapon meant just for my and Lights destruction. And the more I think about. The more I get this feeling. My stomach turns in a cruel way, a awful sickening way, but I am pleased. Knowing that she was chained to a wall in heavy chains, unable to move in the Sea Kingdom. I want to kill her so much it hurts. For what she did to Father, to me, and to Light. I never thought killing could bring such pleasure, but the thought of her screaming as I tear her open send a shiver of pleasure down my spine. The only thing holding me back is regret. I thought killing Keensight wouldn't give me regret, and know I'm thinking the same thing. I'm older. I'm not six, seven years old anymore making brash decisions. But I want to kill her. And I will kill anyone standing in my way from making that action.

And I think I found the opportunity to do so.

Strum invited me on a summer trip across to our homelands along with Sek. I'm sure they wouldn't stop me if I killed her. I will hurt them if they try to stop me...I don't want to, but I will. On the way though, I know we are going to visit Strums adopted Mother, Autumn, first, then I think meet too see Seks blood brother. Her family is a massive cluster I dknt even know. But when we stop by the Sea Kingdom. I have a few things to do. I will kill her there though. I'm going to try to. I'll use a knife, or poison. Maybe Quin will let me take a dose of his stingers in a bottle and I'll make her swallow it. But I dont want him to ask questions. In fact, I asked him to watch Light for me while I was gone. Of course he didn't have to sit by her side 24/7 and coax her to sleep, but to check on her about two or three times a day. Just pop his head in and smile that charming smile and walk away. I know I can trust him to do anything, but I won't trust him yet with more of my already dark mind. I'm sure it would scare him away. Theres a reason I never spend the night with Mindreaders. They would be traumatized by the darkness that escapes the mind block in the middle of the night. But if I can handle it, my friends should be able too as well. Or they are just like everyone else. Which is perfectly fine. I still prefer to spend my time alone.

Despite all of this, only the music from the bar and very few dragons bring me a smile every now and then. Which is nice. I know when someone can make me smile or laugh they try. And it makes me feel good to know that this world isn't a total clusterfuck. That there are dragons out there that try to bother to help you and please you. Even though there are very few dragons like this to me, I will always be loyal to them. I may be low on empathy and understanding, selfish and a little cruel as my pride tramples almost everything, but I will always be loyal. Which will always be enough, right?

Two Gibouse and one Full Moon, June 20th

Moon looked over the words with a shaky breath before slamming the journal shut, the spine cracking slightly at her harsh claws as she locked it shut from the key hanging around her neck. She looked up across the way from her seat in the Shield Spire, glaring at her ajar door for a moment before huffing, rolling her eyes, and standing. Grabbing the lavender journal and stuffing the key and feather pen in her satchle, Moon then lumbered to the side with a swish of her tail as her fins flared upwards. Her claws ticking on the marble below, she shouldered the door open with a small creak, her eyes gazing around her room which was lit by the setting sun from her window, casting a orange golden glow over her neatly made bed on the floor with grey silver sheets. Her desk with many ink splotches on it, her wall of many bows and blood stained arrows.

Dreamcatchers though, covered the walls. She gazed at them for a moment wondering how many nightmares they caught. She could almost remember the day she moved in. Young, brooding, and angry. But those things obviously never changed.

Moving to her left with another huff towards her bed, she lifted the mat she slept on and tossed the journal under it with a thump. Turning around and dropping the pad over the journal, Moon then felt the satchel hugging her shoulder and side. There was her key to the journal and to her room, along with her feather pen, a closed vile of ink, and a leaf note pad. All organized neatly. She needed a few more things for the trip.

Swaying to the side as she shuffled her wings close to her side, she opened a small bench under the window she normaly sat on when she spent her nights alone if she was ever in here. Inside were only a few articles of wear. Her two small silver earrings, the wired up milky moon earrings Mojave gave her, and the bandages for her forearms that Sandbar have her. Moonwave was never the type to wear pretty jewelry or clothes. She already loved the way she looked, so there was no use in covering it up. The only things she wore frequently were the two small earrings her father gave her when she was two. She couldnt remember why he gave them to her, but she could remember that he had to scrape up his money to do so.

Grabbing those silver earrings and the cloth Sandbar gave her, she stabbed the earrings in her ears with a blink as she used the window for a reflection, and then folded the cloth neatly and stuffed them to the bottom of her waterproof satchel. Turning as her silhouette gleamed from the sunset, she opened her desk drawer (The wood creaking as she never bothered to get a new one,) and stared down at the single laid out dagger inside. It was wickedly sharp, the metal gleaming as its curvy edges reminded her of a squid tentacle ending in the point of the sharpest shark tooth. She remembered she paid a very pretty penny for this in the Marketplace. Picking it up by the warm metal curved handle, she turned it in the sun, imagining dragging it across dragons scales. Blinking and not taking another look at the curves she slid it in its leather sheath that would go around her arm and then stuffed it in with the other things.

If anyone were to look in here right now and see her put everything in her bag as she stood in the now blood red sunset, turning her outer silhouette a blood black color, they would be almost right to think she was getting ready to go on a assassination mission alone. But it wasn't the case. She was just getting ready to go on a vacation. At least that's what she told everyone.

Turning as a rumble vibrated in the back of her throat, she opened a final chest by her door. There was a numbered lock on it. Turning the numbers with her hooked talon, she placed them in order. 203719. After this Moon pulled on the lock, before letting it fall to the ground with a thud. Inside this small to medium chest gleamed coins. Silver and golden coins placed in a neat pile.

Moonwave didn't spend money very often. Barely at all. She hunted rather than going to any restaurants, she slept on the beach not in a cozy bed in some motel, and she had no desire to buy any fancy gems or rings that would overlay her already (she knew) gorgeous form. The latest money she spent was for Olm and Lightsteeler. She continued to help the young pick pocketeer, giving him five silver coins every two or three weeks, and if he was good, a gold coin every other month, and Moon was helping pay off Lights medical bills. Other than that her money pile kept growing from the Alliance's good pay, and now she finaly had something to spend a little bit on. Picking up fifteen gold coins and twenty silver ones, she juggled them in her palm as she used her other talon to put the lock back in before dropping them in her satchel. Moon had a lot of locks. Lot of secrets to hold for one dragon.

"Should be enough" she muttered to herself before sighing and looking out her window as the sunset gleamed a deadly color and reflection in her eyes. Strum and Lightsteeler would be disappointed from the look they burned with. Moonwave might be trying to kill her mother, but there was no denying the look that swelled over her face was Crushwave herself, which of course, Moonwave never noticed.

Turning around, Moon swept out her door quickly, thinking of how she needed to move rooms to get a small pool and bigger window for the sunset, maybe a balcony? Slamming her door shut behind her and locking it before setting the key back in the satchel, Moon got a jogging start, hoping that the other Shieldites with mind reading nearby didn't hear her darker thoughts. Oh well. Hopping into the air, she tucked in her wings as her narrow body cut through a long window in the hall, and she was quick to snap them open as she glided downwards, the beach calling her name as the ocean waves roared down below, the sea blood red as she flew.

This is what I did on my free time while I was camping. This is he longest I have ever written and I am extreamly proud of this particular one!

-Characters mentioned-
Magma
Abyss
Skymoon
Jac
Goldblood (NPC)
Lightsteeler
Quin
Strum
Spire
Jewel
Sek
Crushwave

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Two Gibouse and one Full Moon, June 20th

I'm perfectly fine with a murder investigation. I love it- in fact. The crime scene, the stories the victims tell, working (Well bossing around my partner most of the time) with my partner, and then finally being able to gleefully smash the criminals face in when I catch them with the blood on their claws. Watching their faces fall or turn into a creepy grin as I figure out who did it and finaly call them out, that's always the best part. Then putting them in cuffs, dragging them into the court room and throwing them to their knees to plead guilty. It's my job. My work. It involves blood and justice and I love it. All of it.

But not when I'm on the victims side. Now I know what it feels like. I never noticed what the families or victims felt. I just never cared. I just dont have the empathy for it. And whenever I entered their room of the victim(s) I always shut out their emotions to the best of my abilities. Because I don't like grief. Hopelessness. Loss. Who does? And I just dont want to have to deal with theirs. Simple as that. But when it's my own its worse because I can't bitch out of it. Lightsteeler almost got murdered. It was so weird. I was asleep, on the verge of another small nightmare when Magma of all frekin dragons woke me up on the beach. When the words "Light got hurt" left his mouth, I never thought it would be too bad. She's stubborn and she wouldn't complain about pain easily, and the look that was on Magma's face, the images that flashed in his flaming inferno mind actually, I dare say, scared me. Nothing scares me. Only a few things do, maybe like...two; And those blooddy images, fucking scared me shitless. I never knew it was a fear I had until I saw it so real. Her open on the table as Magma, Abyss, Skymoon and another odd dragon named Jac held her down as Strum and Goldblood did their work. All I could do was give as much blood as I possibly could and sit their as Goldblood drew pint after pint from my neck. I didn't care. I just couldn't loose my only family member. I have no one left and shes all I got despite her stubborn ass attitude and overly kind heart.

Yeah. Whatever, I have the Alliance, and they always say we are like a family. That's a big heaping pile of horse shit. I only have a few dragons in the Allaince that actually accept me for who I am, the others, HA, they can screw off and go kiss eachothers butts and sing kumbaya together as they wrap in eachothers wings and fall in love in two days. I have Lightsteeler, and that's never, ever going to change. Others can be my friends or whatever, they can be close to me if they accept me for who I am and dont bitch about it, maybe with time I could consider them METAPHORICAL family. But no one will be Lightsteeler.

But...despite this disaster, me nor her have budge sense the fight. I have not apologized to her and her not to me. This thing, is not supposed to be something that brings us closer together. Thats awful. I am not ever going to take advantage of her in such a weak minded state and make her forgive me, nor will I forgive her when I'm I a panic. That's not how things are solved. Through times like this, are the worst times to apologize. End of story.

Now, the Murderer.
A psychopath most likely. Probably someone from the inside. The Alliance or a fellow student. Has to be small enough to fit through a window, and has a high pitch squeaky voice described by Light. Me and Quin are trying our best. We talked with my sister, got a white strange residue neither of us have figured out what it was yet we still need to find more solid proof, but my guess is that it's a dead Rainwing scale, or paint, ash, or dried blood that has been bleached from cleaning Lights claws. Other than that, I'm clueless.

And there was a dead orphan found a few days later which was in the glade, which just adds more confusion to the already screwed up jigsaw puzzle we have. We know the killer was wearing gloves from smooth talons prints found, and was extremely smart to make it look like a animal attack. Hell. Maybe it was a animal attack and we are all just being paranoid, but the timing put us all on edge.

Other than that, me and Quin have no leads or prime suspects, which is to be predicted. This job is hard, it's never easy, especially with such a smart killer. We still have things to do though. Check out Lights room, and question Jac, Abyss, Skymoon, and yes, Strum. Magma is off the list because no burned talon prints were found on my sister. I have my suspects. Abyss and his no good magic and maybe even Strum, who could have gone feral at the time. I wouldn't be surprised, but I pray it wasn't him, or everything Quin has ever said about him would be true to the core.

Now- why the fuck are the Illumotes trying to do my motherfuckin job? I forgot who, but the night me and Quin separated to take a break and catch some rest, I was interrupted by a Illumote as I walked down the hall. I forgot who, but they were from Strum sent to get me. Of course I wouldn't follow this stranger late at night on my way out to the beach to sleep. They explained they found a suspect? A civilian? Her name was Jewel. But I declined. Me and Quin were working on it. If we found a clue that lead to this civilian, I would check it out. And besides. Theres no way it could have been her. She wouldn't have been able to get into the school at night anyways. Least of all my sisters room.

Spire, Strum, no thanks and piss off. Stop it. You are making the Alliance look like a mess. Especially you Spire. What the hell is wrong with you? You are a Illumote. Not once. One even once did I see a Shieldite enter my sisters room to question her THREE DAYS after the attack. We know how to question and find evidence. We give a week or a little less if theres grieving. These victims are traumatized. You can say they are helping the Mezzo, you can say they would be doing you a favor. But guess what? That's not what's going through my sisters mind. What goes through a victims minds is their blood. The weapon, how close they are to death, weather or not they have open surgery awake, the screaming and pain they are in. They dont give two shits about other dragons at the moment. Which is rightfully called for.

We know how to coax someone, to get them to calm down to let them clear their mind. Always focus and come to the needs of the victims first, listen carefully so they dont have to repeat their story. Have a soft voice and dont BARGE IN HIGH AND MIGHTY with your thoughts on finding a scumbag murderer. That's the last thing anyone wants to hear when they lay on their death bed. When you find a clue, dont ever immediately point a direct claw a certain dragon. You need solid evidence, the right story so it adds up. Spire, Strum, stop. You found a dagger over a dragonets head. And? What was her story? Did she seem like she had a motive? Did you even ASK my sister if she knew her or not? Step aside, go work on your magic shit and screw off and let me and the Shieldites do our job. Illumotes? Trying to solve a attempt of murder? A joke. One big massive joke.

But despite everything I still have been able to make time for myself.

I never had music as a child. I only faintly remember father singing in joyous tunes when I was very very little. Blips here and there of his smile I used to be so fond of. It was so long ago, my memory blury though I just remember the deep rumble of his laugh. I miss those nicer memories. I'm upset that they had to fade to leave me in a darker route. But I go to the bar every other night or so. Not to get drunk and go home with a stranger, but to listen to the bands and sip on some wine that I stole from the cellar in the Whispers Spire. It's nice. The music is like a whisper of what the good memories once were. Maybe I'll try to learn to play the guitar. I like it's nice smooth strings. I'm sure Strum can teach me, but I think I I'm going to self teach. Shouldn't be that hard.

But anyways I've been spending my time alone this last month. Keeping away from Light as she rested, sometimes only talking with Quin to catch up on the investigation or make sure Sandbar is keeping her training to a solid amount. But other than that, I just haven't had the motivation to speak or spend time with anyone else. I've been keeping a low radar. Avoiding Sekhmet, Strum, even Quin and Sandbar at times. I just need a month to myself. I'm not being selfish. I just want a break. Going to a stranger's house to fill a empty void but to leave early in the morning to hide my face they won't remember, finding a killer, making sure my sister recovers. I dont mind it of course. It's my job. My family member. But its exhausting sometimes to where I just want to lay in a bed of coral and never come out. Might seem selfish when a dragon is in the Alliance, but I'm going to respect myself, and I do what I want. When I want, and if that means laying on a beach during a clear starry night, then so be it.

I should probably check on my room though, I haven't been in it in weeks. Everything is probably collecting dust. I just dont want to sleep alone in there as childish as it sounds. I'll go when my nightmares decide to take a break damnit. But for now it stays locked and dark until I decide to go back in to sleep. The beach and the hot springs will do for now. I slept on them as a child. It never bothered me. But it still makes me frustrated.

Writing this next thing down is risky. I have this key around my neck, and a lock on this journal- but this, still, is risky to say.

I want to kill my mother. I realized when Light almost got killed, Crushwave would one day be close to doing the same, and the feeling of revenge boiling inside of me after she tried to sell me. Shes smart. Deadly. Like a nuclear weapon meant just for my and Lights destruction. And the more I think about. The more I get this feeling. My stomach turns in a cruel way, a awful sickening way, but I am pleased. Knowing that she was chained to a wall in heavy chains, unable to move in the Sea Kingdom. I want to kill her so much it hurts. For what she did to Father, to me, and to Light. I never thought killing could bring such pleasure, but the thought of her screaming as I tear her open send a shiver of pleasure down my spine. The only thing holding me back is regret. I thought killing Keensight wouldn't give me regret, and know I'm thinking the same thing. I'm older. I'm not six, seven years old anymore making brash decisions. But I want to kill her. And I will kill anyone standing in my way from making that action.

And I think I found the opportunity to do so.

Strum invited me on a summer trip across to our homelands along with Sek. I'm sure they wouldn't stop me if I killed her. I will hurt them if they try to stop me...I don't want to, but I will. On the way though, I know we are going to visit Strums adopted Mother, Autumn, first, then I think meet too see Seks blood brother. Her family is a massive cluster I dknt even know. But when we stop by the Sea Kingdom. I have a few things to do. I will kill her there though. I'm going to try to. I'll use a knife, or poison. Maybe Quin will let me take a dose of his stingers in a bottle and I'll make her swallow it. But I dont want him to ask questions. In fact, I asked him to watch Light for me while I was gone. Of course he didn't have to sit by her side 24/7 and coax her to sleep, but to check on her about two or three times a day. Just pop his head in and smile that charming smile and walk away. I know I can trust him to do anything, but I won't trust him yet with more of my already dark mind. I'm sure it would scare him away. Theres a reason I never spend the night with Mindreaders. They would be traumatized by the darkness that escapes the mind block in the middle of the night. But if I can handle it, my friends should be able too as well. Or they are just like everyone else. Which is perfectly fine. I still prefer to spend my time alone.

Despite all of this, only the music from the bar and very few dragons bring me a smile every now and then. Which is nice. I know when someone can make me smile or laugh they try. And it makes me feel good to know that this world isn't a total clusterfuck. That there are dragons out there that try to bother to help you and please you. Even though there are very few dragons like this to me, I will always be loyal to them. I may be low on empathy and understanding, selfish and a little cruel as my pride tramples almost everything, but I will always be loyal. Which will always be enough, right?

Two Gibouse and one Full Moon, June 20th

Moon looked over the words with a shaky breath before slamming the journal shut, the spine cracking slightly at her harsh claws as she locked it shut from the key hanging around her neck. She looked up across the way from her seat in the Shield Spire, glaring at her ajar door for a moment before huffing, rolling her eyes, and standing. Grabbing the lavender journal and stuffing the key and feather pen in her satchle, Moon then lumbered to the side with a swish of her tail as her fins flared upwards. Her claws ticking on the marble below, she shouldered the door open with a small creak, her eyes gazing around her room which was lit by the setting sun from her window, casting a orange golden glow over her neatly made bed on the floor with grey silver sheets. Her desk with many ink splotches on it, her wall of many bows and blood stained arrows.

Dreamcatchers though, covered the walls. She gazed at them for a moment wondering how many nightmares they caught. She could almost remember the day she moved in. Young, brooding, and angry. But those things obviously never changed.

Moving to her left with another huff towards her bed, she lifted the mat she slept on and tossed the journal under it with a thump. Turning around and dropping the pad over the journal, Moon then felt the satchel hugging her shoulder and side. There was her key to the journal and to her room, along with her feather pen, a closed vile of ink, and a leaf note pad. All organized neatly. She needed a few more things for the trip.

Swaying to the side as she shuffled her wings close to her side, she opened a small bench under the window she normaly sat on when she spent her nights alone if she was ever in here. Inside were only a few articles of wear. Her two small silver earrings, the wired up milky moon earrings Mojave gave her, and the bandages for her forearms that Sandbar have her. Moonwave was never the type to wear pretty jewelry or clothes. She already loved the way she looked, so there was no use in covering it up. The only things she wore frequently were the two small earrings her father gave her when she was two. She couldnt remember why he gave them to her, but she could remember that he had to scrape up his money to do so.

Grabbing those silver earrings and the cloth Sandbar gave her, she stabbed the earrings in her ears with a blink as she used the window for a reflection, and then folded the cloth neatly and stuffed them to the bottom of her waterproof satchel. Turning as her silhouette gleamed from the sunset, she opened her desk drawer (The wood creaking as she never bothered to get a new one,) and stared down at the single laid out dagger inside. It was wickedly sharp, the metal gleaming as its curvy edges reminded her of a squid tentacle ending in the point of the sharpest shark tooth. She remembered she paid a very pretty penny for this in the Marketplace. Picking it up by the warm metal curved handle, she turned it in the sun, imagining dragging it across dragons scales. Blinking and not taking another look at the curves she slid it in its leather sheath that would go around her arm and then stuffed it in with the other things.

If anyone were to look in here right now and see her put everything in her bag as she stood in the now blood red sunset, turning her outer silhouette a blood black color, they would be almost right to think she was getting ready to go on a assassination mission alone. But it wasn't the case. She was just getting ready to go on a vacation. At least that's what she told everyone.

Turning as a rumble vibrated in the back of her throat, she opened a final chest by her door. There was a numbered lock on it. Turning the numbers with her hooked talon, she placed them in order. 203719. After this Moon pulled on the lock, before letting it fall to the ground with a thud. Inside this small to medium chest gleamed coins. Silver and golden coins placed in a neat pile.

Moonwave didn't spend money very often. Barely at all. She hunted rather than going to any restaurants, she slept on the beach not in a cozy bed in some motel, and she had no desire to buy any fancy gems or rings that would overlay her already (she knew) gorgeous form. The latest money she spent was for Olm and Lightsteeler. She continued to help the young pick pocketeer, giving him five silver coins every two or three weeks, and if he was good, a gold coin every other month, and Moon was helping pay off Lights medical bills. Other than that her money pile kept growing from the Alliance's good pay, and now she finaly had something to spend a little bit on. Picking up fifteen gold coins and twenty silver ones, she juggled them in her palm as she used her other talon to put the lock back in before dropping them in her satchel. Moon had a lot of locks. Lot of secrets to hold for one dragon.

"Should be enough" she muttered to herself before sighing and looking out her window as the sunset gleamed a deadly color and reflection in her eyes. Strum and Lightsteeler would be disappointed from the look they burned with. Moonwave might be trying to kill her mother, but there was no denying the look that swelled over her face was Crushwave herself, which of course, Moonwave never noticed.

Turning around, Moon swept out her door quickly, thinking of how she needed to move rooms to get a small pool and bigger window for the sunset, maybe a balcony? Slamming her door shut behind her and locking it before setting the key back in the satchel, Moon got a jogging start, hoping that the other Shieldites with mind reading nearby didn't hear her darker thoughts. Oh well. Hopping into the air, she tucked in her wings as her narrow body cut through a long window in the hall, and she was quick to snap them open as she glided downwards, the beach calling her name as the ocean waves roared down below, the sea blood red as she flew.

This is what I did on my free time while I was camping. This is he longest I have ever written and I am extreamly proud of this particular one!

-Characters mentioned-
Magma
Abyss
Skymoon
Jac
Goldblood (NPC)
Lightsteeler
Quin
Strum
Spire
Jewel
Sek
Crushwave

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