The moon had been at its peak last night but that didn't stop the magical properties in it still. Wendy was dressed in a coverup as she headed toward the woods that lined the beach. She'd been tempted to go out in her cat form, but she wasn't sure how many werewolves were in the village. Wendy would rather be safe than sorry
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It had been so very boring for him in this village of late, not allowed to have any fun, so very lonely. Harrumph!
And it wasn't that he would usually wander out toward the water, but well, he had nothing else to do. SO!
A paradise and a skantily clad young woman who might wish for some masculine company? Enter one Frank N Furter!
He kicked off his shoes, but kept (for the moment) the rest of his lingerie on and started to wade in.
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"I am," Frank all but purred, walking as if on a catwalk into the water. "And who is it I have the pleasure of meeting?"
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"Wendy Beauchamp." She introduced herself with a smile. "Nice grace." And that was coming from a cat.
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Her tail splashed the surface not long afterward.
[ooc: have a mermaid!]
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"Well,hi!"
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