Where do you start when a tiny drop of sunlight hits the earth? The tears of the star itself bathed the earth and left a gift. Until then, a chimera could have been a thousand things, but an owl was mixed with a lynx.
The shades of brown and gold bathed its feathers, golden claws, burning eyes that overflowed with life, a small animal of ferocious size, perceptive and intuitive, mixed with an animal that carries wisdom and discernment.
This is how Aburaya Mei came into the world, a little offspring of a chimera produced without design, fallen in the nation of the rising sun, men gathered together and did their utmost to raise her, a temple welcomed the young child and made a point of helping with her duties as much as they could.
As the girl grew up, the gods saw reasons to appreciate her, the drop of sun left adrift in the world needed a certain prestige, so Hecate did what she could to educate the girl, Amaterasu taught her how to handle her flames, Inari how to transform into an animal and back again. All this to teach her how a true deity should act.
Except for one thing.
Just as the world has the good and the bad, the perfect and the broken, the serene and the troubled, the divine and the abyss. Everything has its half, if there are beloved children there will always be those to be forgotten and left to die, this is the world of the gods, where their games corrupt the true balance of the world.
Contrary to what everyone thought, the only drop left by the moon, that fervent, stubborn and annoying icy blue spot with carmine tones, didn't hate his half, on the contrary, all he wanted was to have her for himself, because he longed for her, clamored for her touch and boiled for her eyes.
Born later, but from the very first moment of his existence he knew who he belonged to, but the poor child - the mixture of a tiger and a wolf from a land far removed from that of his birth, his white hair, an uncontrollable thirst for blood and incomparable talents - grew up in the shadows wanting only one thing.
The love of his other half, a love that he knew had been forged by fate and handed to him like a little red thread.