|| Lore ||

written by 𝓡𝓪𝓲𝓷𝔂♡ #141359

In the heart of the fields, where moonbeams kiss the grass and constellations etch their stories across the night sky, there exists a pack like no other—the Starlight Embrace. Their fur shimmers with stardust, and their howls echo through the cosmic tapestry. Every full moon, they gather under the moon, and tell their stories of the past, the future, and the present. Celeste is one of those many stories, the wolf who spoke to the stars.

Celeste, born during a rare alignment of five moons, carries the universe within her. Her coat is as dark as the void, yet speckled with a cosmic dusting akin to the Milky Way. When she moves, constellations shift across her back—the Hunter, the Lyre, the Crescent—each star a memory of ancient journeys.

Her eyes hold the depth of space itself. She gazes at the moon as if it were her lost love, and perhaps it is. The moon waxes, and she dances; it wanes, and she mourns. She howls not just at any moon, but during eclipses, meteor showers, and comet sightings. The celestial bodies answer her call, whispering secrets only she can decipher.

Within Starlight Embrace, Celeste is more than a hunter or guardian. She is their navigator, using Orion's Belt and Cassiopeia to guide them through shadowed valleys. Her wisdom is sought when deciphering omens written in starlight or predicting events from planetary alignments. She knows when the auroras will paint the sky and when shooting stars will streak across the horizon.

But it is her solitude that sets her apart. Celeste often slips away from the pack, seeking clearings where the night sky opens wide. There, she lies on dew-kissed grass, staring upward. The stars become her companions, and the moon her confidante. She whispers her hopes and fears to them, and they listen, for they know her heart beats in sync with theirs.

And then there are the glowing blue flowers—the rare blooms that sprout wherever Celeste treads. Their petals shimmer like fallen stars, and legend says they bloom only in the presence of true wisdom. When the pack faces challenges, she plucks these flowers and weaves them into protective spells, their light warding off darkness.

So next time you wander through the fields, keep an eye out for Celeste. She may appear as a shadow among the trees or a streak of stardust in the night. Approach her with reverence, for she carries the weight of galaxies and the light of forgotten constellations. And perhaps, if you listen closely, she'll share a fragment of her wisdom—a secret whispered on the wind.