The bulbs of the dimly lit corridor have exhausted their lives, barely glowing enough to draw forth the resident bugs in the area. A pulsating yellow trail of weak lightbulbs end fifty meters down the hall to a door. Suddenly, heavy footsteps begin to thump against the wooden floor, leaving prints covered with blood as long strides take pace. The bugs that bask in the glow of the lights now begin to scatter as something large enters their deserted hallways. It has been a long while since anything of this ferocity has drawn up the courage to walk these halls.
The steps began to grow louder as the man made his way, fiery eyes glaring into the dark. His red jeweled necklace followed the rhythm of his footing, clashing against his chest several times. The weak lights radiate against his hairy chest that bares an ugly large scar. Something that resembles a claw attack, gained only by cheating death and barely slipping its clutches. Behind that lump of scar tissue is a heavily beating heart, rushing molten anger to every inch of his body. He lets out a low growl as his sights lock onto the door.
Headstrong, the man picked up his pace and began rushing towards the target. As anger now consumes him, he perceives the world only in red and black. For he is an embodiment of Luna's strength, a bloody empress of the night. As his sharp fingernails begin to twitch, the man extends his arms out with grace. His mighty wingspan had a challenging intent. As he charges at the door with all his rage, moments that led up to this moment started rushing into his thoughts. His greatest battles, his greatest allies and his family. All thoughts unshakably portraying the man worthy of his power. Two swift strikes and the door's hinges bare no resistance. The werewolf's strength is unmatched, the door rips apart into several pieces.
Wooden planks and splinters fly out into the open woods as the man, baring destruction in his path emerges from the hallway where few have walked. His countenance raise to stare across the murky skies where Luna shines her brightest. She peeks down at her lover and a gentle smile forms onto her lips. She has longed for this moment, her champion's return. The man meets eyes with her, for his intentions were pure. He has fought valiantly to share this moment with her. An emotion that has brewed for over two decades has finally become potent as ever. His wife, descended the skies, caressing the leaves of mighty oak tress to meet her most faithful. She takes upon the form of a beautiful woman, dressed in ice-white. They embrace and kiss. And as they share a passionate moment, Luna is drenched in the colors of his energy.
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