Luna chirped and squatted down in her nest before fluffing up her wings. She curled up under them, ready for a long rest after a long day of running away from DoD.
Speak of the devil.
Luna tensed as she felt heavy breathing on her wings.
"Please no." she said to herself before spreading her wings, hitting whoever was breathing on her in the face. She could smell the disgrace and failure already.
DoD Lewis was standing over her, smiling.
She grimaced at him and slapped him before cawing and flapping her wings.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE." Luna demanded as she continued flapping her wings at him.
DoD smiled and held out a dead flower to her. She stared at it before slapping it away.
DoD pouted and attempted to pick up the wilting petals. "Why don't you like me?" he asked as he looked up at her.
Luna flailed her arms at him. "MAYBE BECAUSE YOU CAPTURED ME AND ATTEMPTED TO MAKE ME YOUR QUEEN WHEN I ALREADY HAVE A BOI." she screeched at him.
"...You don't want to be my queen?" DoD tilted his head at her.
Luna stared at him before holding up her hands. "I'm done I'm leaving." she said before flying out of her cave home and soaring into the sky. DoD attempted to follow her by flapping his arms, and he decided to follow her by foot.
"I swear once I get the chance I'm beating his rotting face with a cane..." Luna mumbled to herself as she continued to fly above the land.
"Hello! Over here!" she heard a voice call.
Luna hovered and turned to face a young man that seemed to be part of space himself. His eyes were like galaxies, his hair like a blue nebula. She then spotted the black constellations on his arms.
Constell smiled and waved at her. "How are you? Nice weather you guys are having! No clouds!" he said as he glided around. "Too bad the atmosphere's too thick...I would like to see how it's like it there." he said.
Luna continued to stare at him. "Yeah..." she said. "What do you want, Connie? Other than to get inside the Earth's atmosphere,"
Constell stared at her and placed his hand on the barrier that kept him from everyone else. "I want a mate." he said.
Luna's eyes widened. "A wot."
"A mate. I'm so lonely!" he cried and faceplanted onto the atmosphere. "Please come with me..."
Luna stared at him, almost feeling sorry for him.
Then there was a caw. A figure flew in front of Luna, protective and aggressive.
"Back of, star boy. She's mine." HoD Sky growled at the star placer.
Constell narrowed his eyes. "If I could get in there I would fight you for her." he said angrily.
Luna laughed nervously. "Why can't we all be friends?" she asked.
"HEY!" DoD called from below.
Luna looked down to see a bunch of random corpses lying on the ground spelling out "BE MY QUEEN LUNA"
"Please?" DoD said.
"Are those fresh?" Luna yelled at him.
DoD stared at the bodies and smiled innocently.
"Oh my f..." Luna sighed and facepalmed. "I'm surrounded by idiots..." she mumbled as HoD became an owl and rested on her head, acting as if it was a nest.
Luna drifted down to the ground as Constell slid down the atmosphere with her.
As she hit the ground, she was nudged by something. Luna looked up to see a giant brown cobra with strange pink eyes.
Luna stared at Dan and frowned. "Ali sent you after me, didn't she?" she asked him.
Dan nodded as HoD flew at his face and cawed. Dan hissed and snapped at him, catching the owl in his mouth. HoD's wings twitched outside of his mouth.
DoD ran up to Luna and wrapped his arms around her. Constell was begging for his mate to come to him.
Luna stood there, unable to compute what was going on.
"You guys are idiots." she finally said, absolutely done with everything.
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