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LUNAFREYA N.F.

✯ — take these broken wings and learn to fly

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It was a quiet morning when something unexpected happened. Luna had changed. Physically but not emotionally or mentally. She had grown a bit larger, her ears grew longer and light silver spots appeared on her pelt.

She was still a feline but not a domestic cat- but a serval. A pair of medium wings had grown out from her back and long goat-like horns emerged on her forehead. Yet- she had not noticed as she was sound-asleep on her bed.

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✯ — Luna. The Ascedants. Easy. — ✯

#psychosocial.

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Suiteheart had not know Lunafreya. She had seen the other around a handful of times, but it was only fleeting moments. That being said, she was no stranger to change.

"Uh... Luna?" Suiteheart asked, voice soft so as not to completely startle the slumbering serval. She wasn't sure if this was her place to wake her up, but surely she would want to know if her entire physical appearance had changed, right? That was how Suite wanted it.

The sudden change of appearances had happened to her twice. Well, technically three times. And even then, one of them wasn't even remotely similar to this. Actually, none of her transformations were similar to this.

[glow=GLOWCOLOR,2,300]▶ MARGAERY FOLIE - tags - THE ASCENDANTS - OBSERVER - SHE/HER- FELINE ◀[/glow]

Like Suiteheart, Margaery didn't know Lunarfreya almost at all. She had seen the other girl around for sure, but never had they really had the opportunity to get to know each other. Regardless, she appeared curiously, gazing at the wings and horns that seemed to sprout from the her body. Those are definitely new, right? Should we wak- Before she could finish the thought, her wife was speaking.

Wings could be cool, she decided, but she wouldn't want to just wake up with them one day. Hopefully Luna was not of the same ideology.

LUNAFREYA N.F.

✯ — take these broken wings and learn to fly

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The moment Hotelsuites and Margret had entered her room to investigate her sudden change of appearance, the serval began to stir awake. Feeling a little strange, she stared at the two of her Clanmates in front of her. "Um, hello." Luna said, her new wings unfolding and fluttering about- but she hadn't taken note of them just yet.

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✯ — Luna. The Ascedants. Easy. — ✯

#psychosocial.

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Suiteheart quirked her face up in confusion. Did Luna not realize? It was odd, for Suite seemed to always recognize when something was off about herself. But maybe Luna was just so chill and relaxed with the world around her that she had already accepted this new self. Hmm...

'Uh, do you not-?" she tried, wondering how to begin. She made a circular motion around her own face as if to signify Lunafreya had changed. [color=#73B1B7][b]"You're looking a little different this morning. Not bad different - no - but just... different. Do you feel okay?"

[glow=GLOWCOLOR,2,300]▶ MARGAERY FOLIE - tags - THE ASCENDANTS - OBSERVER - SHE/HER- FELINE ◀[/glow]

[color=black]"I believe what Hotelsuites is trying to say is.. well... you seem to have sprouted quite a lovely set of wings and some horns in your sleep," Margaery clarified with a small nod, her grayish blue eyes sweeping over the form of Luna. If anyone could pull off the look, it was certainly her, she just needed some time to get used to it. [color=black]"Does anything hurt? Or are you okay?"

LUNAFREYA N.F.

✯ — take these broken wings and learn to fly

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How odd. When Luna faced Hotelsuites and Margaret, she felt as if she was taller than the both of them. As if she had physically changed forms. The serval would blink a few times when Suite motioned around her own face than she turned to the other female as she explained what had changed about Luna. "Ah, I see. Perhaps I didn't notice because I just woke."

The Observer would then look over her shoulder to observe the movement of both of her wings in mild curiosity. How amazing. If she learned to property use her wings, she could potentially learn to fly. As if the horns on her forehead, those could possibly be used for a form of self-defense or an extra detail to her appearance.

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✯ — Luna. The Ascedants. Easy. — ✯

#psychosocial.

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BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS  ✧
the ascendants — kuiper corporal — tags

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The cluster of auras at Luna's door had the fireball picking up the pace, even if he swiftly identified them as Suite and Margy's. Of course, those two were practically harmless, but what would they being doing at his mentor's room? is thoughts immediately went to worst case scenarios, and in one moment he was walking briskly down the hall and the next he was just there, standing in the middle of Luna's room with a scowl.

"What's going on?" he demanded, stare sweeping over Luna -- evidently he was still on edge after Tanglewood's antics, particularly twitchy when it came to his returned mentor. He eyed her new body and scowled harder, looking displeased. "What's wrong? What happened? Are you okay? What the fuck is all of this?"

It's not that it was a bad look, but Bast was clearly displeased with sudden changes occurring to Luna with no notice. What if Tanglewood had done something to trigger this? Those stupid slimy swamp fuckers totally would.