HOW HOLY, HOW SERENE - Open, mutation

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    The genderless being walked through the walls of the cathedral, using his ghostmode to quickly go through all the rooms. This most likely looked extremely odd, but Morningghost didn't mind. He was more than happy to explain his powers to anyone who was interested.


    The angel stopped for a second as his head began hurting. He flickered out of his spirit form and groaned, lifting one paw to his forehead. This was... Unusual. He hadn't been feeling sick lately, and in fact, headaches were fairly rare nowadays. He couldn't think of a reason for this sudden pain. Ghost took one step forward, before collapsing on the floor. He had blacked out.


    As he began waking up hours later, he felt something familiar on his back. After a moment of stretching his new limbs, he could easily tell they were wings before even looking at them. Mmh, it appeared he had suddenly grown them. That would explain the headache. Maybe. The ageless feline opened his silver eyes and glanced at the feathered wings. A shame, he only had two. In his [abbr=Kerubiel is about seven Heavens tall with a body made of burning coals that is covered with thousands of eyes. His face is made of fire, his eyes sparks of light, and his lashes are lightning bolts. Fire spews forth with every word that he speaks and he is covered with wings from head to toe. Thunder, lightning, and earthquakes are his constant companions and the splendor of the Shekinah shines upon him.]true angelic form[/abbr], he was covered in wings from head to toe. This was quite disappointing, honestly.


    Morningghost decided to test out his gray, black-tipped wings. He wondered if he was able to fly with them. That would be very pleasing! He hadn't been able to fly in ages. He spread his wings and furiously flapped them, hovering in the air for a moment before tumbling down. This was harder than he remembered! Having a heavy, clumsy vessel was annoying sometimes. Was it really necessary for him to have a physical form? It was so inconvenient.

  • Badkit was a curious little thing and she happened to stumble across the now winged Morningghost. "Sweet wings!" The friendly calico would comment. Baddy wished she could have some wings eventually. She'd love to learn to fly.

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    Why could everyone apparently fly but her? It made her a tad bit jealous, which she didn't like. Feelings other than happiness and being left in the dark about something were unusual and uncomfortable for the little dragon.
    "Youll have to thow me how to fwy thomtime. I'd jutht Juno outa treeth and hope it workth."


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    [color=transparent] #sanzumunzu