Luna’s child
Screaming in agony, as every limb in her body is being broken, every muscle torn, tendon stretched to accommodate her changing form, bones elongating forcefully. Sierra watched in fear for her child, who was wrapped just a few steps away. Wind blowing, dead autumn leaves rustling in the dead silence of the night; the moon shining and basking in the silence. What if I hurt my baby? She thought to herself. With the transition intensifying, she breaks free from the aconite soaked chains which subdued her. Realizing what had happened, Sierra tries to move as far away from the child as possible but the pain grows more intense with each breaking limb.
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