Luna Argent knows she's different.
Ever since She was young, Luna has been trying to make sense of her past-especially with the recurring dreams involving wolves and flowers, particularly a young man and a white wolf. When she is attacked by strang...
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The girl awoke long before her alarm could wake her. Yawning, she stretches her arms above her head, noting the shining sun peaking through her blinds. She looks towards the figure in the opposite bed.
"Phoebe..." she calls out, "it's time to get up." A loud snore was the response. Luna groans, throwing off the warm covers, and marches over to her sister's bed.
"Phoebe..."she groaned "please get up." She pats her sister on her shoulder. When Phoebe did not stir, Luna grabbed her shoulder and shook it vigorously. Surprisingly, the teen girl continued to slumber on and Luna put her hands up in defeat. Rolling her eyes, Luna makes her way to the bathroom. Luna yawned, rubbing a hand across her eyes and was met with her image of fair skin, white hair and red eyes.
After brushing her teeth a Beep! Beep! finally sounded. She hears the sound abruptly cut off and groans follow after. Luna shakes her head as she rinses her toothbrush and prepares to wash her face. She looks up again, and sees her younger sister stumbling into the door.
"Morning."
Phoebe doesn't respond. Her dark eyes were half-closed and her mouth was scrunched up into a frown. A black bonnet was covering her head as she proceeded to pull down her pants and sit on the toilet.
Luna stifles in a laugh. She knows that speaking to her sixteen year old at this point is no good until she gets some food and caffeine into her system. Leaving her sister to do her business in peace, Luna heads back to the bedroom to get dressed. She wears a white long-sleeved shirt with a red zip up hoodie with high-waisted jeans and tan boots that stopped at her ankles. Throwing her hair in a low ponytail, she exits out of the room, she follows the smell of eggs and coffee wafting through the hallway.
"That smells amazing," she announces as she leans in the doorway.
"Morning, Lulu." Alana Argent is plating omelets and looks up grins at her daughter. She gives her a small hug. "Do you mind setting these on the table?"
She nods, grabbing them plates filled with the fluffy, yellow food. She inhales the delicious scents as she brings the plates to a small round table. As she helps set the table while her mother goes to the fridge to grab orange juice.
As she's setting cups and pouring orange juice, she could hear the mumbling coming closer.
"Ugh, I hate mornings." Phoebe slinks in a seat herself in front of the eggs. She was wearing a black tank top with a blue plaid flannel, black pants with black combat boots. Her dark box braids were piled on top of her head, with two braids hanging on both sides of her dark brown face. Her chestnut colored eyes were still droopy, but she had her phone hanging lamely in her hands. Like their mother, Phoebe was short and curvy, though she was quick to give someone hell if they touched her hair or made fun of her.
Sipping an orange juice, Alana kisses her younger daughter on her head, setting a cup of orange juice. "Hey sleepyhead." The younger girl grumbled a little as she took a sip of her own juice while scrolling through her phone. Alana, was short, with a cute round face and short brown hair that stopped at her shoulders. Her skin reminded her of warm honey with a curvy figure and ample bosom that made Luna slightly jealous. Her eyes were a beautiful hazel brown that can give comfort as well as strike fear if you cross her.
