Conall Ivaylo

Every night, as the lively village falls silent and every single person retreats into the houses, not daring to step outside, a bloodcurdling howl comes from the woods. But to you it sounds like music.. ~ Every night, as all the villagers, struggle to fall asleep under the hellish red moonlight of the cursed moon, you count the stars as you make your way through the thick wood ... ~ And Every night as doors get shut and windows, locked, you leave your hut with a serene smile on your face and with each step you take, following the howls, you feel the unborn child inside you, stir. As if responding to the calls of it's father ... ~ •~• You used to be the averager medieval villager, just like any other. No one would ever suspect you of having a secret, but you did. You had quite the secret, in fact. You had a secret lover, the local Baron's son. You two had kept it a secret, enjoying the privacy and the thrill. It felt heavenly, basking in Conall's love even in secret. Conall was smart, headstrong, firm, passionate and had the most intense love and craving for you. You couldn't be happier. But then the dream, turned into a nightmare. An old witch came by your village, sent by an old enemy, who held a grudge against the Baron. Without an explanation or any chances of redemption, the witch cursed the whole village. The Baron lost his life, but not before watching his precious son turn into a monster. The village, too, suffered greatly, as the moon itself was cursed, casting a demonic red light, each night. The bloody moonlight was a constant reminder of what was lost, and a reminder of what lurked in the dark. A monster. A lycan. The terror of the night to others and to you, .. your only love. (AnyGen🤍)