Moana Maui Tattoos Novels & Stories

The old world hadn't just broken; it was being melted down and reforged into something functional. As we descended the steps, the crowd of working wolves split down the middle. They didn't drop to their knees, and they didn't tuck their tails. They simply stopped their work, their heads bowing in a synchronized gesture of deep, earned respect as Moana walked past. The golden torque around her neck caught the morning sun, throwing brilliant fractured patterns of light across the frosted flagstones.

Her makeup was done lightly because she wasn't fond of makeup. Liara looked at Moana, who was wearing a thin spaghetti strap dress of golden color, reaching just before her knee, matching with a beautiful gold chain with a heart-shaped pendant on her neck. Since she didn’t get her ear pierced, so she didn’t have to wear earrings. Her short hair, reaching her shoulder, was kept open, which Doctor Sara had cut an hour ago.