Moonshadow’s Intro

Moonshadow sat on the new cathedral’s ledge, dangling a leg off the stone outcropping. He twirled his knife as he watched Lest’s townspeople below. Saluting with two fingers at all who took the time to notice him. But they all knew he was up there, waiting to make a living off the unsuspecting person.
He wondered how long it would take for authorities to arrest him. But even they didn’t want anything to do with him. He stretched his leathery wings to their full span, soaking up the moonlight. No one dared lay claim to him. Not even his own mother.
A breeze whisked his jet black hair behind him. His reptilian eyes closed. Then they flashed open. But this was how he liked it. To be alone. He loved solitude. It was, after all, all he’d known. Leaning back, he smiled with contempt. Besides, this was still his town. He was the king here. Who cared if they all despised him? He didn’t.


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