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LUNAFREYA N.F.

✯ — take these broken wings and learn to fly

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Luna had been patrolling near the borders of the territory, her blue eyes alert and clear. When she caught sight of an odd-looking NPC on the border with a suspicious smirk on their face, Luna would peer at them with narrowed eyes.

Before she knew it, the NPC had launched themselves at her and managed to cut her shoulder. Slightly enraged, the Starstruck Guardian lifted a thirty-pound chunk out of the ground and hurled it at the intruder. She would sit down, panting and suddenly exhausted from what she had just done.

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✯ — Luna. The Ascedants. Easy. — ✯

#psychosocial.

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It was the commotion near Margaery's current position that caused the starstruck guardian to abandon her thoughts and head towards the source, ears perked attentively. What met her was a slightly wounded Luna as well as a rather sizable chunk of land that Marg could only assume had been uprooted by the girl in some attempt at self defense. Interesting. She'd appreciate what was no doubt the discovery of a new power more had she not been halfway entranced by the coppery tang of blood that filled the air. Oh no.

[color=#b14767]"Did you succeed in chasing them off?" She inquired in a tiny, strained voice.

Bastille seemed to have backed off of Luna a bit lately, evidently trusting her to patrol solo without him stalking her every movement as if she might be snatched up and killed if left on her own. Still, he still regularly seemed to show up in her shadow, and now was one of those times. And for good reason, it would seem.

The ground splinted under his paws as he stopped besides Margy, narrowed glare tracking the retreating aura. "Who the fuck was that?" he demanded, irritated, before he swept his gaze over Luna. She seemed fine, and he eyed the tossed dirty briefly as he deduced that she'd used it to defend herself. Scowling, he added, "Tanglefuckers?"

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LUNAFREYA N.F.

✯ — take these broken wings and learn to fly

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Luna would blink and attempt to get rid of the look of exhaustion on her facial features after lifting a part of the ground up. She would then stare at Margaery, ears pricked up. "Yes, they're gone. And I suppose they won't be coming back."

Her attention switching to Bast, who she gave a nod of greeting to. "I think. Now, can one of you please get me something for my shoulder?"

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✯ — Luna. The Ascedants. Easy. — ✯

#psychosocial.

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"Already got it," Suiteheart said, lumbering forward. A small bag was gripped between her jaws as she neared the group. As Radeken had been out, she had taken up the idea of performing as sort of a field medic - someone who could step in when needed and then out when their use was gone. She had healed a few of their members in the last few days, but it wasn't anything to be applauded. Her work was somewhat sloppy thanks to her large paws, but, she thought, at least it held together.

From the bag, she retrieved comfrey and cobwebs. She quickly chewed the comfrey into a poultice before gingerly spreading in on Lunafreya's shoulder injury. "This'll help with the pain. Clean it when you get to camp and then put more comfrey on if it starts to bother you. You'll also need to change out these cobwebs every day or so to make sure your wound doesn't get fucking gross," she explained, unraveling a wad of cobwebs that was wound around a stick. Once finished with that, she began to gently wrap Luna's shoulder up. It job was a tad messy, but she made sure the makeshift bandages would hold nicely.

"Did... Did you move the fucking earth?" the bear asked, eyes falling on the chunk of ground laying just opposite of the ground. She turned her gaze to her wife, then Bastillepaw, and then to Luna. Bewilderment was alight in her dark eyes.