Victoria's p.o.v.:
Turning the first page of the ancient book, I could see the thin layer of dust fading in the atmosphere like golden vapor.
The initial pages had something written in an ancient language that I couldn't decipher.
Moving forward, I could see the beginning of the actual book.
Luna.
Leader she is,
ostentatious maybe not,
Amorevolous she is,
barbaric maybe not.
Her eyes are the cosmos,
her ears, the patter of mizzle,
her tongue, the intimacy to nirvana.
Warmth drizzles down her cascading fur,
Valour as the second skin,
fidelity like Sancus,
tenderness like Charis,
fertile like Aphrodite.
Raging pique arches her nape,
acquit conduct is ever significant,
streaks on the body are no fate,
For the fate has something substantial,
that changes the entirety of t
