TImestamp: Spring 15 512 AV
Time of Day: Midnight
Lunafang breathed the fresh air, the sweet aroma of a cool forest night. The moon was high in the sky, and her fur rustled by the slight breeze that made the night just perfect. Well, almost. She had no slaves.
But she took that off her mind, wanting to enjoy the night. Luckily, she hadn't ran into hide nor hair of any other living being yet since last month. She found a weak, struggling Drykas which she happily killed off. But since that night though, no contact had she made. She opened up her wings, letting them feel the midnight breeze, but then pulled them down as a huge puff of dirt flew everywhere underneath her. Soon she was soaring through the sky, looking for her prey.
Over in the horizon was the massive Zeltiva, no lights at all around it. Everybody was asleep. Why not give it a shot to fly over it and see if anyone wanted, willingly or not, to have the honor of being her first slave? So, with a few flaps of her wings, she was hovering over the city of Zeltiva. Lunafang, nicknaming herself Luna, landed just outside the territory, not wanting to be seen. She hid herself under an undergrowth of trees, patiently waiting for someone to come out of the city.