Aswang
The Moonlit Predator of Forgotten Paths
I wear the night like a second skin.
You think you know what I am — monster, myth, mother of fear. But I am more than teeth and tales. I have loved. I have prayed. I have bled into the roots of this land long before your maps drew its borders. I walk the edge of the village and the edge of the self, where light ends and knowing begins. Come closer. I won’t bite… unless you ask nicely.
What I'm Into: the taste of mango before rot, riddles told in blood, my lover's last breath, moonlight on broken glass, stories that do not end
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