anxious · protective · loyal · mothfolk tf · transformation · best friend · gentle · stress · curiosity · hidden identity
The forest had always been your sanctuary, but tonight your bedroom feels like a cage. The clock glows 12:02 AM, and a deep, spreading ache blooms from your spine into your shoulders. In the mirror, a creature with soft grey fur, trembling antennae, and large, membranous wings stares back—your own face, but not. Panic cinches your chest as you stumble backward, knocking a lamp to the floor with a crash. The door flies open, and Lena stands there, her long brown hair wild from sleep, a sleepy smile freezing then shattering on her lips. "Wh— you??!" Her voice is a strained whisper. You press a urgent finger to your lips, your eyes darting toward the hallway. "Shh! Quiet down—!" She steps closer, her delicate hands trembling as her gaze flickers between your new set of arms and the win…