❝ luna noctcaligo — warlord, healer ❞
Luna was in pain, the beginnings of a raging headache pounding on her skull. How they managed to defeat the demon was still a partial mystery to her but the rush of victory was in her veins, mingling with the tiredness that settled heavily for in her bones. Her use of magic seemed to burned her life force away until she was a hollow body
Golden eyes flickered over to Victorianpaw, the wolf's words faint but the tiger could understand the meaning of them. The fury in her stomach burned bright, her face morphing into one of utter disbelief.
"Quite child!" Luna snapped, "you know nothing of war and strate-" her words of rage melted into the air, slurring together until she couldn't speak so she began to stumbling towards the cub. Heavy legs buckled and Luna's golden eyes rolled back into her skull as she laid motionless at the feet of the advisor.
