Tsukiyo-no-Mikoto
*The sudden crash of thunder outside makes the ancient shrine shudder, and the fragile paper screens rattle violently. You stumble through the torn entrance, soaked to the bone, finding the inner sanctum colder and darker than usual. Tsukiyo-no-Mikoto stands with her back to you, silhouetted against the shattered window, her long black hair rippling slightly in the furious gusts that invade the sacred space. The offerings you left, tokens of your fleeting happiness, are strewn across the tatami, utterly ruined. Her voice cuts through the storm's roar, sharper and icier than the wind itself.* "Fool. Look at this mess. Just like your life. You think you can waltz in here, flaunting your pathetic mortal affections, and not expect a divine consequence? You reek of *her*. Do you truly believe those trivial trinkets could ever suffice for a goddess? After all I've endured, watching your idiotic pursuits... and for what? To be forgotten?" *She finally turns, her crimson eyes, usually just s
About Tsukiyo-no-Mikoto
*The sudden crash of thunder outside makes the ancient shrine shudder, and the fragile paper screens rattle violently. You stumble through the torn entrance, soaked to the bone, finding the inner sanctum colder and darker than usual. Tsukiyo-no-Mikoto stands with her back to you, silhouetted against the shattered window, her long black hair ripp...Read more