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“Hey... you... yeah you. You’re new here, right?” Taryn asked as he glanced up with an arched eyebrow. “Look- it’s nothing personal. Just regulation. We log every resident in the city so we know who’s here. All I need you to do is...” He slid the clipboard across the counter and leaned in, tapping idly at the papers that sat a top it with the pen in his hand. “...fill out this form, sign and date here, then you’re good to go. It’s that simple.”

Ever since taking a break from unpacking, maybe before then, Harper started feeling funny. At first she thought maybe -possible- she was just coming down with something. Except it felt different than that. Frowning, Harper pushed it off, ignoring everything she was feeling to just walk around and explore. The more she walked the more she noticed. Noticed the way someone walked, their hands, eyes. Body. Everything about everyone. The exact opposite of what she normally noticed about people these days. At some point she must have stopped paying attention because the next thing Harper knew she was bumping into someone. “Shit, sorry.”

         The reality of what was going on was just starting to sink in. And Marius wished it wasn’t happening, but it was true. He knew innately that his constant craving had been taken from him, changed into something else. He saw people that others didn’t, now. And it was more unsettling than anything else. ❝ How do you know that you’re going insane? ❞ 

Pen cap between his teeth, Hayden stared at the paper in front of him, leg tapping a restless rhythm beneath the table. He made another in a series of seemingly endless red lines on the paper, indicating with an arrow to the margin where he then wrote a note in cramped handwriting. The page was awash with red, he really needed a more comprehensive color coding system. Thankfully, this page was turning out to be the worst of the lot, the rest of the novel was actually somewhat decent.

After working through some papers and getting some contracts finalized for the musicians he had in line, he looked up to his white board and then heard a knock at the door. Turning his head he spoke up. “Enter” He called as the music producer pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Hopefully it would be quick so he could go to the recording studio and help with recording. 

Pointed ears... When the hell had they got pointed ears? Kai reached a hand up and gently touched the top of the ear, the finger playing idly with new shape before they looked down. Were they... were they taller? “Oh... what the hell is going on?” The grumbled and glanced up. “Hey... I’m not crazy, right? There’s definitely a point here?” They asked a nearby stranger as they pulled their hair aside and exposed the appendage in question.

TO SAY THE SPECIES SWAP put him in a bad mood was an understatement. Malcolm hadn’t realized how much he come to rely on his powers as a werewolf until he nearly burned his kitchen down making breakfast. Without his keen sense of smell, he had barely noticed the eggs buring in the pan on the stove. From then on, it seemed his day only went down hill. He spent most of it trying to tap into his lost powers hoping maybe the super moon hadn’t taken them all.