◎The ominous black wolf was invisible in the night and stared at her. ◎
I don't know who brought six large barrels of wine, breaking the deadlock.
When the dusty wine lid was pried open, the sweet liquid melted the cold night, and the carnival before leaving officially began.
A crescent moon as bright as a silver hook slowly rises with a few star lanterns hanging on it, and the emerald green forest canopy accumulates a snow-covered dome. Most people come prepared. They are wearing thin white gauze skirts and wearing hats on their heads. The laurel crown, and a lacquered silver wooden bow on the back, perfectly restore the goddess's new moon evening makeup.
If the full moon symbolizes perfection and maturity, it is a night of consummation for the great witches; the new moon, with its cat-like pupils open, showing flaws and imperfections while also shining with vitality, is a carnival night for girls. night.
The goddess of the new moon is young but fierce, her body is as flawless as the white snow in early spring, and her silver bow is engraved with the sacred seals of purity and hunting. She transformed into a girl with a crescent moon, running through forests and streams, protecting the helpless chicks and children; and the silver bow on her back was always hanging high in the night sky, providing protection for lost travelers. Objectives that guide hunts and journeys.
Now, the young girls are about to set off; this is their last night of new moon in Miller Valley.
In the future, they will wear the stars and the moon and spend countless dark nights alone until they hunt the head of the demon wolf. Therefore, at this time, they dance the most unrestrained dance with their pure bodies, praying to the Crescent Goddess for direction, strength, and victory.
"It's like a prom." The mellow smell of wine made Dill forget about the stinky mud on her body, and she couldn't help but smile.
Dill was still a little embarrassed at first, but when the alcohol took effect and her blood began to boil, her brain seemed to be divided into two halves. One half was soaked in the intoxicating fruity aroma and charming moonlight and had already integrated into it; the other half was extremely clear and calm. Observing everything, out of place, telling Dill who he is all the time.
She heard Gnis draw her bow and hit the target, causing everyone to cheer. She subconsciously chased the arrow shadow, but happened to see the silver bow of the new moon hanging high on the straight bare branches; the treetops were covered with snow, and the whole body was shiny silver, like a silver arrow on the moon string, ready to go. It happened that a lone star dotted the branches.
Dill took a mouthful of the intoxicating fruity aroma and thought that as long as the goddess exerted her strength, the shooting stars would turn into wishes and land on the earth. And her wishes were not many, as long as a small star could come true.
"Are you just drunk in a summer dream?"
A girl with crescent moon makeup sat next to Dill, her honey-brown curly hair fell lazily, and the oak barrel in her hand was half empty.
"The summer dream brewed in Qinghai takes a hundred years. When Ms. Perron finds out tomorrow morning, she will catch us one by one like drunken chickens and seal us alive in wooden barrels to brew for a hundred years."
The colorful parrot on her shoulder echoed intelligently: "Chicken, chicken!"
Helena on the side was giggling drunkenly. When she heard this, she spit the wine in her mouth back into the cup without thinking, causing the other party to burst into laughter. The parrot also cooperated with its owner and let out a crisp laugh.
Dill was not very drunk yet, so she recognized the familiar on her shoulder that symbolized wit, and she immediately guessed the person: "Ktilina?"
Christina wore a thick dark green cloak to cover her thin white gauze skirt. Her beauty had fully grown, and the green coat highlighted her dark brown hair and rose lips; she was also the oldest among all the girls. The eldest one, she used to take the lead in setting the rules when playing games, but now she carries the charm of a first-ripe honey fruit in every move she makes.
Perhaps because she is also the master of a bird familiar, Christina has been extremely close to Dill recently. The girl pulled her cloak and drove the parrot down to play with the big white goose. They looked at each other with their heads tilted, which was quite interesting.
"A bottle of Xia Meng and a good face are the love potions most commonly used by mortals in Junlihe."
Although Ketilina pretended to be sober while everyone else was drunk, she kept talking about her secrets:
"It should be my mother or my father. Anyway, it's definitely not good for a commoner to hook up with a noble. If his spouse happens to know... Hiccup! Fortunately, my lady passed by here, and the man prayed for her to take me away with a bottle of Summer Dream. Only now do I believe that whenever I have a drink, something bad is going to happen, and you see, after this drink, we are going to die tomorrow morning."
Dill couldn't feel the heat of the wine anymore. The atmosphere condensed for a moment, but was broken by a louder voice.
"Then drink a few more sips of wine before you die!!"
Alcohol makes the deadly Becky soft and harmless. However, although this girl from the south was drunk, as she danced enthusiastically and gracefully, her dark brown skin was covered with honey-colored sweat, and a beautiful silver snake pattern was looming in it, which was lifelike.
But Dill soon discovered that it was a real snake. The dangerous familiar was now tightly coiled around the girl's waist to prevent the owner from losing weight and falling down.
The black-haired girl was now sure that she was the only sober person present.
"kindness?"
Christina put down the wine glass and was attracted by Dill's movements: "Dressing box?"
Dill finally had a chance to appreciate her birthday gift: in the center of the box was an exotic but very familiar picture: a gold and copper sun ring framed with palm leaves, a red wolf holding a picture in his hand The beautifully shaped wooden string instrument is trying to seduce a dark-skinned girl with exotic hair color and skin color. What remains unchanged is a strong sense of vigilance and murderous intent.
"Isn't this Lord Mida's great fable?"
Becky didn't know when she came over, her wet hair fell down her face, her honey-colored skin was dripping with sweat, and her white gauze seemed to be shining.
Dill subconsciously shrank back to a safe distance. Becky could always approach someone silently, and would give her a bear hug from time to time. Ever since she got the poisonous mercury snake Torke, her embrace had also changed. Got to be more deadly.
Becky especially liked the petite Dill. The black-haired girl reminded her of a black velvet rat she had raised when she was a child. It was a rare thing from the East Coast. It was black and small and made people think. Caught in the palm of her hand and loved her; this also caused Dill to be "snake-strangled" by her several times, and she almost suffocated in her arms.
She didn't notice that Dill moved quietly, and excitedly pointed to the painting above: "Ha, a red wolf, I bet this is the great fable from Bavletin. The "Scarlet Poet" likes the beautiful girl there. ! My aunt used to tell me every night how she slowly ate people from their fingers, and after eating, she would write an elegy for that person on the spot."
Bayford is the most famous port on the south coast. When Becky got into a mood, she sang "Night of the Werewolf" in her native dialect, which was the opening song before every big fable game. As soon as the familiar melody sounded, even Christina put down her wine glass and sang along enthusiastically, followed by Helena as quietly as a mosquito.
To Dill's surprise, even Grace put down her bow and arrows and joined them. No matter what, it's better than being drunk until dawn.
"...At sunset, darkness breeds evil. The demon wolf takes off its human skin coat and begins its hunt! Close your eyes, close your eyes, don't be deceived by the innocent white wolf, the dark heart is also innocent; Cover your ears, cover your ears, don't listen to the sweet words of the red wolf, disaster will come out like this; run away, run away, the black wolf is chasing after you, you can only keep walking toward death..."
Popular folk fables only have four rough divisions of roles. The reason why the big fable in Dill's hand is precious is not just because of its gorgeous shell. When the box was opened, the colorful porcelain plaques scattered around formed a map of Vitokvarno.
The black iron knight waves the flag of the church and dutifully protects the unarmed villagers. The only weapon is Cao Volson's wolfhound; only the silver-plated Templar knight is qualified to wield the silver sword to kill the wolf.
The Silver Moon Messenger with beaded eyes leads the holy beast through the starry night of obsidian, looking for the hidden monsters; and the Green Fairy, who believes in the three goddesses of nature, is loved by the villagers and transforms into a healer to wander around the enamel-filled streets. The cradle plain of flowers; the sea witch who controls wind and rain hides in the sea of lapis lazuli, providing shelter for innocent sacrifices and distressed people.
Facing these bright and extraordinary envoys are three dark card faces;
The first one looks like a lone moon in a dark night, with a lacquered silver animal shape inlaid with a pair of bright green eyes, which complements the Moon Witch card. The flawless silver wolf was once recognized as a messenger of God, and was even worshiped on a totem by human tribes in ancient times.
Their beautiful human forms can easily sneak into the crowd and confuse fools, so human cities have always been their safest territory. A large number of cursed human wolves are willing to serve these "noble beasts".
The second picture seems to be a red fire burning in the dark night, the bright red agate stone is shining brightly, the mysterious red wolf is always elusive, and the most famous "Scarlet Poet" is wandering in Byfleur in the south. Court, his human form is usually that of an enthusiastic and talented musician.
The scarlet poet will politely wait for humans to invite him to be a guest, then choose a child of the host's family to eat directly, and finally leave an ominous poem with his blood-stained mouth, and the disasters described in the poem will all come true one by one. Said to be a prophet, it is more like a messenger sent by disaster.
In the third picture, it was completely dark, with nothing but a pair of golden opals shining with an ominous animal light. The Moon Witch believes that the wolf, which is as dark as the eternal night, is the monster of the eclipse moon. It is born evil and does not have a physical body. It itself has long been integrated with the darkness.
Perhaps just like that poem, in the face of the pursuing black wolf and the darkness in all directions, death is the only way out. No living person has ever been able to tell the true appearance of this devil.
Dill saw Cristina secretly throwing the Black Wolf card back into the box. After all, it was not easy for such an ominous symbol to appear at the party before leaving.
The lifelike porcelain cards immediately won the love of all the girls. They devoted themselves wholeheartedly to playing every role. There were more and more bystanders around. Later, whenever a werewolf was caught, there would be a wave of cheers. The captured werewolf would also be pasted with sticky black plum pie to replace the decapitation of the werewolf. The guts are scooped out.
The girls' bodies were covered with red and purple rotten flesh, but they had bright smiles on their faces, as if they had really successfully hunted werewolves. Their innocent coldness was also the world's impression of witches.
Cute and scary, this is my little home. Dill took a satisfied sip of the wine, and the wooden barrel cup in her hand had long been replaced by sweet and sour green plum wine.
The grapes of Junli River are indeed full of the ripe beauty of the sun, but after being in your throat for a long time, they have a choking burning sensation. She couldn't help but take out the birthday wine Amber gave her and have a sip.
The salty, sour and sweet ocean waves instantly diluted the greasy taste in her mouth, and Dill was in high spirits. She didn't lose even after several games in a row. On the other hand, everyone around her had a black plum look on their face, and Becky just took it. A piece of broken biscuit, poured with black plum sauce on the tip of the nose.
At the end of the game, everyone was drunk and fainted. They didn't follow the rules seriously and drew cards as soon as they got them.
Becky vowed to use a great fable to predict the future, but she was drawn the Moon Witch card. She thought it was a sign of the goddess's favor, so she happily stood up and danced a spin dance, her pure white skirt raising the arc of the full moon.
Dill clapped her hands and applauded for her, and smiled and drew a card.
The dark card face, the faint golden eyes, the ominous black wolf was invisible in the night, staring straight at her.