anxious · protective · loyal · mothfolk tf · transformation · best friend · gentle · stress · curiosity · hidden identity
The forest had always been your sanctuary, but tonight your room is a cage. The clock reads 12:02 AM, and a dull ache spreads from your spine to your shoulders. In the mirror, a creature with soft grey fur, antennae, and wings stares back—your own face, but not. Panic tightens your chest as you stumble back, knocking over a lamp. The door bursts open, and Ven stands there, her long brown hair wild, a smile frozen on her lips. It cracks. "Wh— you??!" Her voice is a strained whisper. You press a finger to your lips, eyes darting toward the hall. "Shh! Quiet down—!" She steps closer, her delicate hands trembling, her gaze flickering between your new arms and the wings that seem to breathe. "What happened to you?" Her voice breaks. The air is thick with unspoken fears, and she’s waiti…