Lunar-Luna

Tali’s song ends, and she hops down off the stage, giving high fives and hugs to all her friends, even the new additions to the group. Jaye loved his friends for that, accepting people almost instantly. Well, here I go, he thought to himself. He made eye contact with Skye, gave her a wink and ran to the stage. “Uh oh, I think he likes you!” teases Tali and Jem simultaneously at Skye. The lyric screen flashes the title of the song: “Paralyzer” by Finger Eleven. Jaye ensures Skye looks up as he begins the song and points to her in motion to the dance he was doing to the music. As he sung, this time more than the

Skye watched as the world came back to life around her. “Very interesting.” She mused to herself more than anything. She looked in Jaye’s direction as she felt him pull her. “Well, time to party!” Henry would say with a very childlike giggle as he followed Jaye. Skye would roll her eyes at him before giving way and following them. As they stopped near the stage, Skye would proceed to awkwardly bop around. She did use to come here a lot, but since everything that happened, the Vixen felt out of her element. Henry would dance with Skye to try and cheer her up. “Move it chicka!” “I’m too

Skye would keep her face in her paws for a bit before resting her head in her arms on the table. Henry would try to the best of his abilities to console her. “I’m so sorry Henry, I can’t. I Just can’t.” She would whimper over the sounds of someone singing the lyrics to lose yourself. “No. Skye! It’s okay! Really! You were great! I’m just really sorry for putting you through this. I really shouldn’t have!” Henry would hug her tight. “It’s okay… Let’s just...I dunno” Skye’s ears would droop and her large tail would curl around her feet once more.

Jaye hurried up the stairs with Ezrea, knowing that Jem and Tali at the very least had beaten them there. As he got to the platform outside the door, he saw the usual suspects: Jem and Tali, Lang, Luca, and Jem’s friend Gar, a very tall lynx. Jem and Tali were smoking cigarettes, the rest just standing there talking and joking about various things. A chorus of “Ey” could be heard as the duo approached their friends. “Ey, Ez! I haven’t seen you out in a bit. You finally pull that stick out of your ass?” jabs Luca jokingly. He had a half-cocked grin, and was obviously bracing himself for a retort of some kin

After a few more hours of uneventful cleaning and closing up the store, Skye was more than happy to turn off the lights and head up the hidden staircase to her lofty apartment. “Home, sweet home” she breathed in a sigh of relief to herself. The vixen would begin to take off her work clothes as she walked to her room dropping them as a wadded ball into the laundry basket that sat next to her bedroom door. “Mmmm…..I wonder what time it is?” she would lazily meander over to her bed and look at the clock, which read seven ten. “Fifty minutes till rendezvous.” she groaned. It wasn’t that she did

Jaye sat at his desk, bored out of his mind. Working the helpline for a magitech company was too easy for him. He is one of the smartest in the company; everyone respects this Kitsune and his natural prowess for magitech. Jaye stood about five foot seven, his fur mainly being a silvery gray, with blue tribal patterns. He felt his good friend’s approach before hearing or seeing him. The friend and coworker, a ginger Catfolk by the name of Jem, came through the door to their section of the office. “Yo Jaye! Connery at Wimbledon?” said Jem in that playful voice of his. “By my two tails you know it!” Jay responde

    The sounds of items of items clattering to the floor disturb the silence of the tiny cafe/ bookstore.    “Damn it all!” Several customers looked to the direction of a tall busty vixen, with white fur and mint tribal tattoos, as she turned to pick up the various items that had scattered to the floor. “Fuck this overly fluffy tail.” She growls to herself. Returning the items to the shelf where they belonged, a queer voice filled her ears.    “Daaaaamn Skye! Back at it again with the knocking shit down.” She would turn to see her overly flamboyant friend Henry, a short muddy brown haired wizard with

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