Goddess of the Moon

 

Selena loved night the way a dog loves rolling around in the veiling scent of death. She tumbled around in it the same way, coating herself in the great anonymizing stink of the dark hours. She was shy, and she found humans and their world hard to understand. As a result, she shrank from engagement with them. She worked the nightshift and so she had witnessed the nastiest behaviour of our species. Murderers, manslaughterers, rapists and robbers were statistically more likely to wreak chaos in the nether hours, as well as screaming babies. It was no wonder that Selena had a poor impression of the human experiment. 

 
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