What can I say, I love how TheWill did Launa just as I instructed it should be, Folks, sans the loose belt w/ pouch, this is her new look folks! Get a good look at it all. Also the get a good look at it all and... In the spark of the moment I wrote a story that kind of acts of a spoiler, tieing up loose ends, refreshing old ideas and relationships and connects the other stories into it.

Art (c) TheWIll

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The New Look

by Xenny Diemes

The winds of change are a strange and sometimes terrifying thing if left in the hands of the stoic and unadaptable, For Launa, it could have come at a better time. The effects of the Sphere of Destiny took its toll on her body leaving her with much for her to control and finally earning her place as a true god instead of a mere witch with a really long lifespan. In the Great Battle of Amsterdam, she and her friends both present and future came out victorious.

When she became the avatar of destiny she had every moment to free herself of her curse or make herself even far more powerful than before. But instead she took it to undo the damage caused by Coyote and Belia that destroyed the world. In the process her silver white hair was reduced to a long lock rendering the rest to become a shade of auburn brown. A shade she had not seen since the night she was cursed. The world doesn't remember what happened in that night except for Launa herself. Today, she looks in the mirror at her new hair, a reminder of her former humanity as she chose now to accept her fate. It was also a good time to retire her trademark attire that she work for so many years.

She came up with the whole and leather attire in the 1800's to clash with the culture at the time. She didn't care of the stigma of her exposed fur or the scorn of the ladies who's men drove their eyes away to her. It was the style for her and sticked with it ever since. Through schemes, through battles and fights. Her silk, leather and steel ensemble became her identity. Not as much as the exposure of her under-cleavage. But today, it was time for her to finally retire the dress and slip into something new. Now she is aware of the current culture at the time and finds it really funny how these mortals couldn't have more better things to do than just complain over the shape and whims of fictional women. It's a miracle to her that she doesn't have to undetected it all and just be herself. Now she has tried several styles, shapes, forms and accessories, but after over three-hundred combinations, none of them work for her.

Few were too “common” others revealed way too much even for her to handle. Thongs are way out of the question though she likes the extra freedom and the skin-tights were no match for her muscles. Frustrated, she magically shifted into a good shirt and jeans and needed to take a walk. While grabbing some fresh air up on the roof of her apartment, she looks over the city knowing that the people had no idea that half of it's populace were turned into giant cat monsters. Suddenly she hears a long whistle sound and as she looks up, her vision ended with a white flash and is rendered unconscious. Launa wakes back up and finds herself in a dark space, with no way to get out she feels she was in a panic.

Then a red light shined down on her, Launa's curiosity compels her to walk up to the light and in a flash she sees…. herself. Her pre musclebound self in the beginning wearing the first red dress she wore during the medieval ages. She can't hear or see the present Launa calling out to her before she disappear into the light, then another wearing the old victorian dress before it too disappeared into the light. This was an overview of all the wears she had over the ages including the one she wore before, As the present figure fades, a new bright light shined in front of her. She couldn't make out the shapes but the dress, it was something she has been looking for in a long time since she retired the old. Walking closer to the light, she can finally put an end to her long search. But that came to abrupt end as Azrealle wakes her up. Launa is awoken from her deep sleep, or from Azrealle's view a vicious skull-shattering blow from a fallen stage-light.

Getting up, Launa could barely remember what had happened until something did came back to her and grabs Azrealle, shaking her with excitement, telling her that she knows what she wants. Azrealle doesn't even know what she's talking about, Launa tells Azrealle that she'll explain later, for now, she has a lot of work to do and runs off leaving the raven even more confused than normal when around Launa. For the next three-months, Launa has been hard at work not only on the new dress, but her body as well. She has put double-time on her workouts at home and at her boyfriend's gym. Being a good thing she doesn't need that much sleep to push thousand-rep rounds with the heaviest weights and perfecting the best effective method of those reps to get more strength than mass. Though her body says otherwise, Launa doesn't realize her body is growing taller as she worked out outside of the need for bigger clothes.

The next step was of her principal weapon. She still feels sad that her prized weapon, Ravenaire was destroyed in the hands of her enemy. Picking up the pieces, she decides to revive her old viking swordsmith skills to give her weapon new life. To make two from one. A mystical daggar and a battle axe, since learning that they were all the rage among tougher warriors in the Mystic Underworld. Melting down the pieces and forging them into the two new weapons, Launa gets part of her workout down by clearing out a massive swath of forest to see if the blade of her axe looses its sharpness. With her weapon done, her dress finally complete and her extensive regimen finally closed, Launa takes the time to look at herself in the mirror and flexed. Hard. Never before she thought she reached her goal in such a short time but her methods and tutorials from the best fitness trainers work. She's now a one-ton goddess!

The following night Sabrina and Azrealle were watching the large screen TV until from behind them and they both looked back. They were amazed at what they saw in front of them. Tight red and grey, only diminished by pound after pound of black-pelted sinew. Autumn brown hair flares with pride clashing with the white lock. A savagely styled loincloth connects to her new gold-ringed panties. Tight leather boots designed for the tough woman make the pounding footsteps, a clear sign of her new weight. The prized ruby that was part of her belt is now part of her collar and shines like the evening sun. Sabrina asks of what she has done to herself and before Launa can answer, her monumental entrance was comically spoiled by hitting her head on the railing and tripping on the floor.

Getting back up, the two got a better look of Launa and were surprised to see her with more “skin” showing up. Launa doesn't notice the difference but then they never seen her thighs now that her long boots are gone. Flexing both biceps, Azrealle is amazed to see how big they've gotten and asks if she had taken more of that plant. Launa adamantly said no and just says it's her real workout but she might have gotten taller as an effect. Sabrina shall be the judge of that and looms over her Launa did gotten taller because she's just a foot close to reaching her height. But despite height, Launa is the one sporting the muscles in this house. In which Sabrina does feel jealous for now. Sabrina will always be the “muscle” and Launa outright knows it, but it doesn't hurt Launa to chip away at her ego for kicks now and then. Azzy asks of what she is going to do with her new look, Launa's answer is quick: To do her “rounds” since a good halloween night would be boring without her mixing things up even in this post-world.

However she needs to take care of a few