Have You Ever Heard of the Haunted Harvest Moon?

personal art :> <3

really proud and happy with this piece!!! i hardly draw my own characters but this makes me want to change that <3

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"I want to hear a story!"

"No, no we do not." 

The little serpent looked up at her self-proclaimed big sister of a dynasty dragon and scowled in a blobby, babyish way. "Isn't that what Moonbow is for? Telling stories to people they come across?"

"Enigma, that 'bard' has been yammering all day," Paradox growled. "I've heard enough out of them and I'd love to get some sleep for once."

"D'oh, I agree with the little slug, though, Doxxy!" Paradox shot a glare to the draco laying behind her. "Afterall, what's a bard without a song to sing or a story to tell?" Allison's eyes creased as she smiled a curled grin Paradox's direction. 

Before she could retort, the beast dragon whipped around with their lantern of lightning bugs in tow and they chuckled a hearty laugh. "Now, who am I to refuse a tale for the young'ins, hmm?" Enigma clapped her paws together and Paradox rolled her eyes. "Now, ladies," they said. "Have you ever traveled to a place where space touched our humble plane? Have you ever seen a valley so vast it looks like the planets had crashed into each other? Have you ever--"

"No." Paradox wanted nothing more than to finally put the two loudest mouths in the group to sleep. They knew chances were slim with the bat one but she still had hope for Enigma.

"Shhhh!" the serpent hissed, her brows furrowing at Paradox and blinking wide eyes at Moonbow. 

Moonbow simply chuckled as they leaned down and grinned. "I get possessed with the semantics. My tale is that of a tragedy. A drama. A tale of woe and many debates its truth. But I, oh, I believe it's truer than you or me."

"Imagine a night where all the crops simply withered. Leaving a famine in its wake and the cries of farming families so proud, so nurturing to their crop that the sight of its demise brought them to tears and heartbreak. Imagine a night where the moon was whole and the wolves begin to howl. But as they begin to sing to their allies and enemies, to their families and friends, the echo of their voices never fades, simply screeches in a cacophony of wolf scream until the moon disappears. Imagine a night where you turn in early, watching the sun set slowly behind the hills. But as you settle in for comfort as the darkness pours across Plethora, a shadow cast like a blanket over the planet to put us to sleep, you feel as though you're not alone? Or simply feeling watched?"

Paradox opened her mouth but then the sight of a waving scaly hand appeared in the corner of her eye as Allison attempted to shush her. "Let Moonbow finish, Dox."

The bard's lips smiled and they bared their teeth. "Ladies, I beg the question: Have you ever heard of the Haunted Harvest Moon?"

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characters / art (c) enigmew