Do You Believe In Magic?

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Arsling hugged Tamzen her own shift on the ever locally popular Radio Echidna coming to a close, it had been fun being a massive pain in the arse to comedic effect, managing to sneak Botato on set was her personal favourite moment as she had managed to startle her now taller friend

Arsling shouted "See you later!" As she departed before leaning against the wall next to the door waiting for a pair of packmates to come lend her a hand in understanding what the hell was happening with her

Outside, a white wolf with long fur caught the moonlight and gazed inside, while another howl sounded from nearby. Her packmates had arrived.

Arsling listened to the howls on the wind exiting the studio grumbling "did Didi not send you the memo about the wolf thing?" Arsling takes the moment to breathe deep basking momentarily in the moonlight, it felt stronger

The white wolf was joined by a slender grey with long limbs, and they introduced themselves as Misty and Storm. Misty, the white with the luxurious coat, was more talkative, speaking for both of them most of the time.

“Slate said you asked her about moon magic,” she said. She seemed excited and curious, while Storm was keeping their distance but sniffing intently in Arsling’s direction. “What have you experienced so far? How does it feel?”

"Not done much, I'm 5 inches shorter than I was last night, I got to test out the super healing and my nose is pretty powerful" Arsling thinks for a second "I feel like the moon is calling me, beyond the temptation to shift, like she's trying to speak to me, in terms of other feelings it's just nice to have moonlight on my skin" Arsling says looking over her cut up almost pirate like attire "oh and my hair is a mess that shoots hair ties like bullets"

“It might sound trite, but it will all be clearer after the full moon.” Misty bumped Arsling’s hand with her nose. “Until you transform, you won’t be able to hear her clearly.” She met the redhead’s gaze with bright blue eyes. “You can feel her kindness on your skin, can’t you?”

Arsling grumbles frustrated at not getting her answers but sighs and answers Misty "yeah, like a warm hug...I had a blood curse before being turned, fae magic plus whatever ancient magic birthed lycanthrope, would that complicate things? Because I've been feeling my instincts strongly, I was heartbroken when I was turned and I wanted to hit 'Slate' in the nose but I couldn't do it no matter how much I wanted to"

The wolves bristled a bit. Storm let out a low growl before responding. “We had no intention of becoming the third pack you slayed.”

Misty stood a little taller. “But that is past. We are pack, now, not enemies. You and Slate…” She shook her head. “How well do you understand the fae magic that was attached to you?”

"Pretty well" Arsling reached into her jacket pulling out a small folder with 10 pages of parchment and paper "eight generations of research and dedication, everything my family knows, the quick version is that it's literally tied to blood and DNA, which from what my family gathered could only be lifted by the caster, who was unfortunately killed by my ninith ancestor Fergal, an absolute fuckin moron by the way, it was strong magic that drew in the supernatural that could convert and it also meant that Broganson as a surname couldn't be changed...I'm rambling aren't I?" Arsling says looking at the folder with almost four hundred years of history attached

Storm met Arsling’s gaze. “That compulsion magic that attracted supernatural people might be what’s now making your instincts so strong.”

Misty didn’t seem convinced, and Storm shrugged. “Seems like a fae thing to happen, doesn’t it?”

The white-furred wolf couldn’t argue with that.

Arsling smirks "so what else could I be expecting after all if the curse amped my instincts maybe it could amp my moon magic?"

Misty gave it some thought, sniffing more at Arsling. “The moon is powerful and wild. I know you want to understand what will happen like some kind of science you can predict, but between the primal tides of the moon and the capriciousness of the fae… the best I can offer is that we’ll watch and see what happens.”

Arsling sighs frustrated "ok...in the theoretical case in which I'm moon magic sensitive, what is some of the possible applications, I know you said it's not a science but surely their are wolves who can already use moon magic beyond the normal stuff" Arsling says hoping that maybe that maybe Misty could help with that wording

“Oh! Yes, well, of course there are those who are more in tune with the less physical magics. I see visions when the moon is reflected in water, and Storm here can basically fly.”

“You’re overselling it,” said Storm, looking proud and sheepish all at once. “Oh, and don’t forget about Glint -- they could bite spirits and their bark would force shapeshifters back into their truest form. But they graduated and moved away.”

Arsling Smiled "holy shit, that's cool as fuck!" Arsling says looking up at the moon hearing a voice that sounded like her mother's "*duck*" suddenly Arsling listened, ducking down as a leachmouth leapt at her from the woods, the creature quickly recovered and ran at Arsling but filled with anger and wolf energy being so close to the full moon she tackled the creature to the ground raising a lightly clawed hand struck the creature knocking it for a daze before standing and stomping it's skull into the pavement, standing over her kill she turned her head back to her packmates "I heard her, she told me to duck"

The other two had moved to both of her sides, alert for more creatures, but it was just a lone, desperate predator.

“Premonitions,” said Storm.

“Premonitions are good, too,” added Misty.

Arsling looked at the bloody pulp that used to be a leechmouth her glowing yellow eyes having a tinge of pride

"Premonitions are awesome"