A quiet moonlit night, a chill runs through the skin. The shadow silently moves further into the depths of the forest, and only the snow-white hair shine under the light of the moon. Ghostly moths circle nearby, sometimes stopping to rest on the creature they are following.
Suddenly, a swarm of moths takes off and flies in one direction. They are led by the smell of blood and rot... A limp corpse lies on the cold ground, quiet and desperate crying can be heard in the air.
"Ah-h, poor soul. No need to worry anymore, I'll gift you a last journey. Follow the moths, they will show you the way home. Sleep well as moon embraces you."

Grave moth - The guide of lost souls.
They are looking for unfortunate folks whose spirit could not calm down after a tragic death.

More to come...

Art and lore by:  BlackNewt
Owner:  CelticUnicorn