I tried to run up behind her, sliding to a halt hopefully near her luscious tail. In a bold, fuck-all, movement, my head cranes downwards and my jaw snaps at her tail, furiously trying to grab a few strands and rip them out. I had become violent. I fucking hated these painful boils that filled with blood and seeped the crimson liquid. I had contracted horse ebole, and was far from happy about it. As I continued trying to rip the Moon Bitch's hair out, I wondered what she thought of me. I had asked for her feather not long ago and she told me to prove myself to her, so I became a seer. Now, I was attacking the very god I once followed religiously, desperate to rip this pretty hair from her purple ass.
As boldly as I came, I begin shuffling away from her, no idea if I had even pulled one strand of that tail hair. I was sure she'd be coming for me, violently, and with magic. She was the darkest god, capable of murder. I mattered none to her. She would eat me alive. Would she ever remember what I used to be? I was a ghost of the old Aurelia, but crazier. I always said I loved Destry, but I constantly found myself missing male company. Woman just don't do sex like men do. Not for me. The Moon God's magic would never be as good as Time God's. Kahlua would never be as good as Kaj. Fuck it, men were better than women. Is that sexist, hell yes, but I don't care. I fucking love men, too, okay?
ooc: Aurelia does a hail-mary shot at trying to find the cure, by trying to sneak up on moon god and rip some of her tail hair out, because "The hair of the dog that bit you" and Moon God is a bitch, so she must acquire her hair. Aurelia then promptly moves away, half-afraid hat moony will use dark magic on her @RandomEvent for infection
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