Hardly daring to look, you peer over the wall and in the distance you can make out a figure. The sky darkens with rage, the moon blushed with crimson. A wolf; its trembling body coated in silver fur and dusted with scars. It lifts its weary head to the sky and cries out, howling in anguish.
The faint smell of black cherries, musk and mulled wine lingers in the dense air. The moon is stained red with blood, but the werewolf will not curse another tonight.
If you have an inquiring mind, and sometimes when the moon is full, you still see the wolf in your dreams... take yourself back to that night and reminisce on the enchantment by lighting Blood Moon Sky.
Mood:A werewolf howls in the distance, lifting its dark eyes to the blood red moon and blackened sky. Shimmering silver clouds thinly veil the stars, drifting over the lunar eclipse.
Smells like... Dark bergamot, musk, black cherry and mulled red wine.
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