TEMPERAMENTAL LOVE | wings mutation, open

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With that idea firmly in her head, the Chaser drifted off into sleep. It was fitful, and she kept waking up. Each time her emerald eyes fluttered open, the space between her shoulder blades ached worse. The itching had increased as well, and she swore she felt a growth. Convinced it was just her imagination, the tabby cat forced her eyes closed and fell into a light slumber.

She rose with the sun. The girl let a yawn pass her parted lips, and she stood from where she slept. She felt odd, different. It felt as though it took more strength to rise from her sleeping area. A quizzical look surfaced upon her pretty features, but she simply shrugged her shoulders. She was probably just too sleepy to think rationally! Giggling at herself, the Chaser stepped out of her home.

Oh, Freyja was completely oblivious to her new, double wings. The pair closest to her body were large and neatly tucked into her sides. They matched the creamy colors of her pelt, and the tips of the first pair of wings darkened to match her striping. The second pair of wings were much small in comparison. Unlike her the first ones, she could not use these for flight; they were merely for show. They were entirely cream-colored and a bit more feathery than the first pair. It almost made her appear angel-like whereas the first wings made her seem fiercer, stronger.

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☾ IOTA [abbr="speech; self-reference; thoughts"]x[/abbr] info [abbr="attacks"]x[/abbr] FIREBRAND ☾

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Another day, it seemed. Bright and early, too.

Iota slid out from beneath her bedding, stretching her sore legs from working the gardens outside of her greenhouse. Perhaps it was a bit overkill to expand outside of her glassy refuge, but hey, if she could give life to the soil beneath her now, why not make use of that ability and begin to beautify the town?

She trotted through the Tanglewood grounds, cherry paws meeting the damp, fertile soil beneath her, and each step left behind tiny flowers that would only wilt seconds later, their lives beginning and ending in a matter of seconds. It was a disturbingly beautiful display, and she was quite fond of her newfound floral powers.

The young and restless firebrand, whilst soaking the sun as she pranced through the shabby clan grounds, bumped into the chaser Freyja, who'd also been awake quite early. Was she always up this early? Ah, well, that didn't matter. She was ecstatic to meet her friend out so early. Perhaps they could spend the day together, as she was too sore to even think about working in her greenhouse today. She decided to give her plants a break and let the rain do the watering this time. Spending the day out with a friend would be a refreshing time outside of her shell.

"Hi, Freyja!" The firebrand gave off a warm smile towards the seal point tabby, dipping slightly in greeting as the hibiscus flowers atop her head and body fluttered in the summer morning breeze."It's nice to see you this morning, you're up early!"

Upon observing the young chaser's body, she noticed something... [b]different about the way she was shaped. Confused, Iota decided to ask for clarification. "Hey, uh... Somethin's a little different about you." She made a slight gesture towards her sides, as they looked... awfully feathery today. Giving off a slight blush and a nervous chuckle, the shy firebrand tried to pry the girl of a bit more information regarding her strange new look. "You, uh... I like the feathers. They really look... different on you."

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But Heed this lesson well,
When the weak court death, They find it -

as was so outline, the war God had been up bright and early - he'd gotten better sleep these days, the nightmares didn't haunt his stores so doggedly in the face of finding a home - but for once hadn't been straight out on patrol, no he'd taken to wandering the more run down areas of tanglewood's town that contained scrap and other dangerous hazards perhaps too dangerous for others to go near without fear of hurting themselves.

But the second son of lucifer was undeterred as he made his trip back from it, a heft load of colourful metals and scrap metals strapped to a board he was tugging along behind him - he needs the materials for something special.

Of course this meant his later morning return crossed paths with both Firebrand and chaser - which brought him to a halt - one because he'd yet to thank Iota for her thoughtful gift the other day and planned to rectify this and two because-

Well Freyja seemed to be supporting new limbs,

Brows climbing in surprise, he hefted the scrap behind him and stepped closer with a nod to the two and a tilt of curiosity to Freyja "you seem to be sporting new accessories" was his mild assessment before his gaze skipped to Iota and he murmured low enough for her to hear with genuine warmth [b2"thank you for the gift"[/b] strange how so quickly it seemed he'd adopted half the clan but that seemed a family trait if anything.

[sub]TANGLEWOOD - REGENT - TAGS - REF (9FT) - EXTREME[W]isker[/sub]

    Even after all the years he had been witness to, Beck didn't understand a lot of things. Hell, he didn't understand most things, including his own existence, but he couldn't begin to comprehend the abrupt shifts to his peers' bodies. How did Fenris suddenly grow a new set of spikes? Why did Amunet's appearance keep changing? When did Iota go from pink to blue? At least all his companions scents remained relatively the same; if he couldn't identify any transformed clanmate through their scent, they might have been strangers to him all over again.

    Purblind eyes failed to discern any difference on Freyja's dainty figure, blinking away the previously settled film over amber irises before squinting in disbelief. "What's all the fuss 'bout?" the little ghost mumbled as he crept up behind Fenrisulfr, almost hiding behind one of his magma-infused legs and peeking around the corner of his ankle. Feathers? What feathers? All he could see was a normal tabby pelt -- oh, wait. "Did ya roll in paint or somethin'?" followed his next question as he tilting his head this way and that to confirm the blanched patches of fur on the young goddess' flanks, a bewildered glaze returning to his vision. Beck could imagine Freyja going through with such a mindless act, considering her streak of never thinking before anything. Offering an exasperated sigh that lingered in the stuffy air with his distinct rattle, the grimy feline slouched against Fenrisulfr's heated leg despite the audible hiss of a hot surface meeting a cold apparition and rasped, "I dunno what y'all are talkin' 'bout, there ain't nothin' wrong with Frey."

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