Moth: Panacea Procilla

Where he spreads his wings, beauty flourishes. Where his call is heard, thunder crashes. Where his gaze falls, lightning flashes. He is the herald of spring, and the foe of winter.

An enigmatic beauty, this stryx is often seen riding the turbulent air on the edge of electrical storms. He is wild and does not tolerate a handler, but is known to be benevolent towards other creatures when approached. He frequents places of magnificence or natural splendor, seeming to take delight in fantastic natural formations and fields of lush flowers.

At the first bite of autumn, he turns away from his summer haunts and flies to warmer grounds, riding the edges of tropical storms in faraway places until the grasp of winter fades from the lands he loves most.