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◙○The Moon's Kiss○◙ (Legend, Roleplay) |
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◙○The Moon's Kiss○◙ May you live a long healthy life. May lady luck smile upon you always. May the world's happiness be yours. And may you find your true love. And may that love of yours be fruitful in her births. May she bear you a child of perfect condition. And may your family live well.
But just as you are cursed now, may the first son of every generation as well. May he be enslaved by the dark nature that steals your soul. And may he be a slave to the lunar cycle. May he live long and well, and know what true happiness is, just as you do now. For upon the age of manhood, when he has yet to live truthfully in the real world, may he be cursed. And have all his happiness lost then...
Just as mine is now...
With my dying breath, I curse you with
The Moon's Kiss.
│The Story│
There are many legends from long ago. From the era of superstitions, when the intellectual world was just on the brink of all its scientific breakthroughs but when the imagination was still wild and strong. Many of them, in the modern world now, can be denied and then scientifically proven. They can be explained and studied. But there are still some that exist today, that have yet to be proven. These are the ones that make up our fairy tales and horror stories. The ones some of us write books about or tell children. Some even are still used as superstitions. And there is a legend. One of good will, desires, love, betrayal, tragedy, death, and a curse. A curse called The Moon's Kiss. Some say it simply one of the many stories about those bound to the moon, who must answer its call. People call them lycans or werewolves. But the truth of this story, is there are no werewolves.
His name was Gregory Vinarr, a young man at the ripe age of twenty living in a small town who had not yet begun to experience the world of science nor the industries. The people of this town, even now it is still known as Ridgewood Valley, were a happy folk. The people there did not believe in murder nor any sort of crime really and lived well, working to help each out as each saw each other as equals. Gregory was no different, living happily on his own and constantly helping his neighbors with work or chores. A gentleman at its best. So on one rainy day, as he was passing by the river, it was no surprise he rushed to rescue another. It appeared to be a young man, ill and injured laying in the shallows of the water. Barely alive, he would have drowned if not for Gregory. He took the young man home and work tirelessly to nurse him back to life and proper health. The sick man, whose uncanny silver hair shone in the candlelight and his eyes a shining green, eventually awoke about two weeks later.
His name was Ikle. In time, he was able to walk and move normally again. He thanked the many Gregory the only way he could, by helping him with his work and the house. Many times did he ask Gregory why he had not left him in the river, why he had saved him. And every time Gregory answered, "Because there is no difference between you and I. All of us man are brothers and should treat each as such." But Ikle never told him why, he only told him that he was cursed and that many in his life had cast him out, or banished him. There were many secrets that this Ikle kept.
Such as the love that now burned furiously in his heart for the man named Gregory.
As time passed, the two grew closer, acting almost like brothers. Even though Ikle was only a year or so younger, he was the one Gregory cared for. And as time passed, so did Ikle's confidence rise. And he decided one day that he would tell Gregory how he felt. Walking through the streets one night, he searched for the other.
And what he found crushed his inhuman heart to a thousand pieces.
Gregory had another lover. A woman. And on that particular night, he was with her. The two embraced in their passions for each other, their bodies aglow with powerful innocence of love for each other. Ikle, who had found them there in that hut, left, rage filling his veins, tears running down his cheeks.
But Gregory had seen him, and he had seen the pain fill those emerald eyes. And then he knew. He chased after the other and found him, by the river, staring up at the full moon. If it had been raining, it would have been just like the night Ikle was saved.
Turning to Gregory then, he revealed a part of his true self. Horns curled out the sides of his skull, silver scales covered parts of his flesh, claws lengthened on his hands and those emerald eyes burned with his rage. Oh, he had been cursed. For he was a demon. But that didn't matter to Gregory, he simply wanted to explain how he felt for the woman he loved and that he had meant no harm to him. But that didn't matter to Ikle, he would hear none of it. Screaming with his heart throbbing pain, he cast a spell onto the other. A curse that would enslave Gregory to the moon itself. Upon every full moon, he would become a demon. A wild and blood thirsty beast whose heart would know only rage and pain. Just as Ikle did then.
Screaming in agony, Gregory watched himself slowly begin to transform.
And then there was a bang. Turning suddenly, Gregory looked to see his lover, standing there with tears of her own, holding a smoking gun. He looked up to see Ikle wobble before collapsing to the ground. Crawling over to him, Gregory cried. Out of guilt, misery and pain. What had he done? Holding the dying demon, he cried silently.
But a demon's heart is a fragile one...more so than any human heart. It knows only one love and once it is broken, it is shattered and can never be healed again. So a demon's pain and anger know no bounds and its grudges can be held for an eternity. So with his dying words, he cursed him further. Revealing that the woman was now pregnant with a healthy baby girl, Ikle cursed them both and the child with a powerful and eternal spell.
It was called The Moon's Kiss. Just as Gregory was now bound to the moon, so would the first born son of every generation. Upon his eighteenth birthday, he would change for the first time and then become bound to the lunar cycles. With that, the demon passed.
And there was nothing that could be done. So, with courage and strength, the two worked endlessly to find a way to fight the change. They had their daughter and grew into a strong, health and successful family. Gregory, when she was old enough, told his daughter of the curse. And from then on, through each generation and even until today, the Vanirr bloodline has been cursed. But they have found ways to live on through it, seeking happiness even when there is only darkness.
So it remains only a legend, the curse held in utter secrecy from Ridgewood Valley. The current Vanirr residents are only two: an older sister and her younger brother. They live happily and work hard in the bakery that is connected to their home. The town thrives still, now a part of the modern world but still holds its traditional values.
With the brother's eighteenth birthday drawing near, however, they wonder how much longer this happiness can last as it becomes more and more difficult with each generation to hide the curse. The elder sister even now is in love and has a boyfriend but fears the future. The younger brother has fought his own romantic life.
But not for long...
Because secretly, his heart desires one. His best friend who knows and understands him better than any. It is only two days until his birthday and lucky for them it is summer break. So the time to celebrate is always.
Can he admit his love to his friend? Can he fight off the curse? Or will he be bound forever, destroyed and ever captivated to The Moon's Kiss?
 Rurouni Mori · Fri Mar 25, 2011 @ 06:15am · 0 Comments |
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