And story continues...

Hi,
I don't remember who (from 's competition) suggested continuing of my little story (for the one who are interested, the "beginning" is here => [link])

Name: Tsubishii
"Translation": Lonely child
Type: Dragon/Ghost
Length: 4 meters
Wing-spread: 0.5 m
Weight: 0 Kg (she is a ghost )

Special thanks:
To my older sister for her time, patience and so many good advices she gave to me.
Another special thanks to for clouds brushes (PS version [link]) and to for converting them for Gimp ([link]).
Special thanks to for easy moon tutorial [link]
Special thanks to for night sky tutorial [link]

Enjoy

Background Story:
"Listen kinds. The story haven't ended yet... There is even more in it."

... When the storm divided mother and her daughter. The child cried and called mother. First cry was taken away by wind. Second cry was taken away by waves. Third cry was taken by lighting. Fourth cry was cut by storm... And children voice disappeared.
When the child awaken, it saw nothing around itself, except the never ending water. It looked here, and there and back. But mother was nowhere to seen. The child waited. Waited one day, waited two days, waited three days.... waited so many days that it couldn't count anymore.
Then, when the moon shined brightly as never before, the daughter cried loud as never before. In the night showed little light and come closer and closer to lonely child. The child looked at the light with curiosity, with no fear. The light disappeared and Mew showed.
Mew looked at the sad childed, and child cried, cried out all the sadness and pain from her heart. Mew listened and his own heart filled with sadness. Mew cried, cried for poor child.
The tears filled with moonlight and fell on the child forehead. Its body started to glow and grow. Her ears get longer and bigger and near her body little purple wings appeared. And the sadness turned to hope. Childed smiled and flew and thanked to the moon. She flew near Mew and thanked too.
The child was no longer alone, there were moon and his moonlight.

"It's said when the moon shine as brightly as tonight. you can hear the child's voice calling mother."