Full Moon Madness

I've been having these dreams at night of thick, dark forests and full mooned skies. The chirping of crickets, or perhaps crisp snow against paw pads. The thrill of the hunt, the thrill of the run, breath like steam and hot and cold all at once. The iron taste of blood and the elation of a nocturnal soul, as well as the pursuit of camaraderie delving far beyond societal superficialities, straight into wild hearts.

Shasalis has the same dreams at night.

Allow me to clarify, since it seems to have become necessary of late: Shasalis is not an avatar of myself. He's an entity unto his own and our differences are innumerable. At the very heart of things, however, I fancy our souls are akin, and so it is that he so easily aids me in expressive artwork. He is Shasalis, and I am me, and we listen to the same tune.