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7/6/2025, 7:58:09 PM
The three girls transform into their magical forms.
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Distant echoes of howling resound in the distance.
Light envelops the wolf-girl’s body. Black gloves flow over her hands; her torso is covered by a short-sleeved tunic, black fabric lined with shimmering silver. Black shorts cover her thighs, a belt with multiple daggers wraps around her waist, and a bushy wolf’s tail sprouts from her lower back. Dark leather boots go up to her shins. A fur-lined hooded cloak covers her shoulders, falling over her tail, and clasped in the front by a glowing red brooch; the girl pulls back her hood to show two large furry ears, both twitching and quite real. A small golden crown descends, and sits on her head, slightly askew, as the girl brushes her hair to the side and grins.
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Rose petals scatter in the wind.
Light coalesces around Hermione’s illusion. A white flowing ballgown, with blue ribbons and sparkles of gold, forms around her body; a simple mask covers her face. The girl kicks out the front of the dress, leaving a ruffled skirt down to her knees in the front, while the rest of the ballgown flutters behind her. A green gemstone adorns her right hand, lined in gold. She reaches up and tilts the mask to the side, revealing a sly smirk, before throwing the mask into the air, which shatters into brilliant shining dust. A bow of white, ornate wood, forms in the air in front of her, and moves to float beside her, as a quiver of flower-arrows appears at her hip. Then a heavy gym-bag falls out of the air onto her shoulder and the girl topples to the ground with a yelp.
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The earthy scent of the forest fills the air.
Light hides Lorene from sight. A simple white button-up shirt fastens itself over her torso, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, while a small black string loosely ties itself into a thin ribbon under her collar. A long, pleated skirt of brown linen falls over her legs, just covering her knees. A collared, dark brown mantle falls over her shoulders, with silver threads tying the front together; a yellow gem glints as it pins the center. Plain brown fabric loops itself around her eyes as a blindfold, tying off in the back, and the girl sheepishly pushes it up so she can see, turning it into a makeshift headband. A large, bulky executioner’s blade falls from the sky, its rough metal slamming into the ground in front of her. The girl reaches for the handle, then rips it out of the floor and places it over her back, where it floats at an angle.
The three girls glance at each other one last time, before taking a deep breath and stepping into the labyrinth.
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Distant echoes of howling resound in the distance.
Light envelops the wolf-girl’s body. Black gloves flow over her hands; her torso is covered by a short-sleeved tunic, black fabric lined with shimmering silver. Black shorts cover her thighs, a belt with multiple daggers wraps around her waist, and a bushy wolf’s tail sprouts from her lower back. Dark leather boots go up to her shins. A fur-lined hooded cloak covers her shoulders, falling over her tail, and clasped in the front by a glowing red brooch; the girl pulls back her hood to show two large furry ears, both twitching and quite real. A small golden crown descends, and sits on her head, slightly askew, as the girl brushes her hair to the side and grins.
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Rose petals scatter in the wind.
Light coalesces around Hermione’s illusion. A white flowing ballgown, with blue ribbons and sparkles of gold, forms around her body; a simple mask covers her face. The girl kicks out the front of the dress, leaving a ruffled skirt down to her knees in the front, while the rest of the ballgown flutters behind her. A green gemstone adorns her right hand, lined in gold. She reaches up and tilts the mask to the side, revealing a sly smirk, before throwing the mask into the air, which shatters into brilliant shining dust. A bow of white, ornate wood, forms in the air in front of her, and moves to float beside her, as a quiver of flower-arrows appears at her hip. Then a heavy gym-bag falls out of the air onto her shoulder and the girl topples to the ground with a yelp.
Ѫ
The earthy scent of the forest fills the air.
Light hides Lorene from sight. A simple white button-up shirt fastens itself over her torso, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, while a small black string loosely ties itself into a thin ribbon under her collar. A long, pleated skirt of brown linen falls over her legs, just covering her knees. A collared, dark brown mantle falls over her shoulders, with silver threads tying the front together; a yellow gem glints as it pins the center. Plain brown fabric loops itself around her eyes as a blindfold, tying off in the back, and the girl sheepishly pushes it up so she can see, turning it into a makeshift headband. A large, bulky executioner’s blade falls from the sky, its rough metal slamming into the ground in front of her. The girl reaches for the handle, then rips it out of the floor and places it over her back, where it floats at an angle.
The three girls glance at each other one last time, before taking a deep breath and stepping into the labyrinth.
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