Twice a year; once in spring and once in autumn, a verdant moon rises to bring the bestial instincts of non-humans to light. Celestials and demons alike struggle to keep hold of themselves, something ancient welling up within them and shifting their thoughts and feelings to a more animalistic state.

Today, the first Primal Moon of the year has risen.

And this is the furthest possible thing from what you had expected to happen today. You had been in the threshold of your personal apartment with a backpack loaded to the brim with favored snacks, just about to bolt the door behind you and settle in for a long and (hopefully) boring week…

And right as you did, a whirlwind picked up in the isolated confines of your second-story apartment room, all your cherished belongings rattling about- though never outright falling. There’s an ancient power in this kind of control- one doesn’t maintain this level of gentle force without many years of practice.

“I have need of your services, child.” Arrogant, with a graceful haughtiness- that last word was delivered perhaps not in regards to your age but very potentially to your lack of years in comparison to hers.

Princess Iron Fan had lifted her intricate gold and red fan-staff, clinking it against the wooden flooring without any hesitation or explanation- and you had been sucked into the vortex, temporally shifted out of your home and into her underground lair.

That had been less than thirty minutes ago, and already-

Red Son, prodigious heir to the Demon Bull King’s throne, unconscious creator of the Samadhi Fire, lies in your lap, whipped cream and sweet crumbs littering his lips. He had ripped into a good quarter of your snacks, then collapsed into his makeshift nest- all while dragging you down with him.

A sharp pain suddenly blooms over your torso, prompting you to look down suddenly-

To see that the prince is scraping his newly-grown bovine horns into the flesh of your tummy, begging for keratin scritches.