[ well then, here came the story: complete, of course, with a meal in between. it doesn’t even seem like ammy is the one to produce these messages; she’s not moving in any way that brings suspicion. she only chews on her bone treat as any canine would! by grinding her teeth against them. ]
There once was a wolf. An older-me, a Grandmother-me, her name was “White Wild Majesty”, or in my mother tongue, “Shiranui”. She was one god, but carried with her the power of thirteen. When it was her time to pass on after a deadly battle, the remaining twelve gods within her scattered, and hid themselves in constellations until her return.
These gods were each holders of a celestial brush technique that controlled the very fabric of nature. Many people prayed to each, under their specific element . . . But in the end, who commanded them on earth was the one of Sunrise.
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There once was a wolf. An older-me, a Grandmother-me, her name was “White Wild Majesty”, or in my mother tongue, “Shiranui”. She was one god, but carried with her the power of thirteen. When it was her time to pass on after a deadly battle, the remaining twelve gods within her scattered, and hid themselves in constellations until her return.
These gods were each holders of a celestial brush technique that controlled the very fabric of nature. Many people prayed to each, under their specific element . . . But in the end, who commanded them on earth was the one of Sunrise.
(That is me, a younger-me, a Now-Mother-me)