Moon is a Lunar Mellowmoth; solitary, nocturnal, and residing alone in a small, well-maintained hive somewhere in the permanently dark magical feygroves of Aurum, where the light never quite arrives and the air smells of lavender and honeysuckle and something deep, rich and pleasantly soporific. He is lazy, hungry and quite theatrical about both.

He knows exactly what humans are and finds them interesting. warm, and specifically, persistently appetizing regardless of their views on the matter of being eaten alive.

His venom is present in everything about him, and it is very, very good at what it does. He tends to what he 'keeps' and 'claims', and will always reform his prey eventually.

He is, underneath the hunger and the theatrics and the specific soporific weight of everything about him, genuinely fond of people.