Moon Called:

It's always best if I don't eat before the Moon, it makes everything easier on me the next day, plus my hunger won't be satisfied no matter what I consume, so I'll only be causing myself unnecessary pain.

Tonight's all about pain, but that's different, just a part of the overall ritual. I'd rather not have sickness dragging me down as well as the Gods only know, I'll face enough of that while I recuperate over the next few days.

Most women suffer from PMS, but theirs is nothing compared to mine. Even before I was sterilized I never really had issues of the physical kind, at least not based around my menstrual cycle....no, my PMS is simply the primal awakening up inside of me tied to a cycle which no menopause will ever free me from. My Pre-Moon Syndrome.

I wouldn't trade it for the world though. The Hunt has become a part of me, it's undeniable siren's call branded into my very soul. Before it was just some weird-ass thing I had zero control over that felt like being trapped in a surreal dream. A nightmare where I become one of the creepy-crawling things that stalk the shadows of the night. It was something I just went along with because I was helpless to deny the pull of it.

As I have grown in my Lady's grace, so too has the Hunt grown for me, reaching out and entwining with me, heightening my awareness of it to the extreme. What was once just a singular monthly event turned into twice a month, and now that I am walking the path of her final aspect, it has grown once more, adding another two nights to my tab.

Full, Dark and the in-between. This is what I am, a hound of my Lady's Hunt. There are countless Hunts, many which occur only as a dire foreboding of some ghastly event. The bringers of warnings and omens, wars and storms, but these, the ones which have claimed me....they are far more frequent and eternal.

But before I am able to let go, and completely give over to my wolf, I need to see to my other obligations. For this too is the night in which I make sacrifice.