About

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Something of a poet, something of a wolf, perhaps something a bit more, though he isn’t one to look too closely at himself, or the magic he can sometimes do. He’s not the noble he’d once been meant to be, but he found himself something better: a lighthouse on a cliff, a dog, several old and retired shipcats, a love. Even her cousin, who visits every so often, who, despite their initial conflict, showed him how to hear the Stars, how their music blends with the Moon’s song, so discordant to his ears, twisting her pull on the wolf inside him into something gentler, something bearable. A lycanthrope who howls not for the Moon, but her companions. Tireless sentinels they are, stars and lighthouse keepers. A sort of kinship he'd never expected to find.