A Lunar Witch by definition is a witch who worships the moon and can manifest it's heavenly glow into the purest of magic to summon creatures to help with their mischief and do all kinds of work. Just as there were many types of people though, there were many types of Lunar Witches. Each had their own reason to dedicate their lives to Lunar magic but Selene was rather unique. Despite her youthful image and her naive personality, she was nearly one hundred years old and on her way to becoming one of the best of her kind. Selene was brimming with potential and already had proven herself a worthy opponent in skill against the elders of her clan. Tonight was a special night though. The moon was full and bright and most of the witches were out to do their own deeds whether they be for good or evil. Selene's blond hair was whipping out behind her as she flew above the forest and slowing to a graceful glide she pulled out a book from her satchel and flipped it open. It had been ages since she had had a help in her dirty work and tonight she would summon someone handsome and with all limbs as Selene knew that it was about time she proved her abilities as a woman. Most by her age had already married a human, warlock, or hand and Selene could tell that she was becoming the butt of her friend's jokes when it came to their gossiping. Grumbling at the thought of them tittering away behind her back she urgently flipped through the book more but just as she reached a promising page a gust of wind lifted her broom up. Unprepared and naive to think herself invincible to her master's bidding she felt her fate before it occurred. As the broom rocked beneath her Selene was tossed off and before she could even scream or cry out for help from her sisters she fell among the tops of the trees. Branches and pine needles scratched and tore at her garments, hair, and limbs and as her fall finally slowed halfway down to the ground she was certainly a sight to behold. Selene's hair was in tangles with the branches and leaves, her dress torn and small cuts decorated her body. Still dazed she looked around aimlessly for help or some sign of her broom or book.
