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Posted: Thu, 09/09/2021 02:40 (3 Years ago)

"It's really no problem. Rather, is your partner okay?" Amaris asked instead, worry creasing his brow. Pushing away from Meng, Amaris clicked her tongue and Yuan sulked, slithering out of the children's laps and into Amaris' waiting arms. "I apologize, Yuan isn't quite used to other pokemon. She's a free spirit and does things at her own pace." He would continue but the arrival of more bodies in the bunker had the children squealing especially at the sight of more pokemon. It was... getting quite cramped in the space and Amaris could only frown. She didn't particularly like interacting with other people, large groups putting him off. There was a reason why she retired to the countryside after her adventure, all that traveling being more than enough attention for a lifetime. Children were fine because, well who could say no to them? The only exception had been.....

Shaking his head, Amaris shrunk back into Meng's comforting body, letting her partner shield him from the attention and increasing gaggle of people. He winced when the loud barking of a Jolteon coupled with what seemed to be conversation between the pokemon sounded so close to the steadily growing group, burrowing closer to Meng. The Lopunny, for her part, was quite understanding, one long ear blanketing her trainer as her paw ran up and down Amaris' arm comfortingly. One of the children seemed to notice this and crawled over, gently pushing Amaris' hat into her arms. "Amama? Are you okay?" The child asked, standing up to sloppily place the beanie over his head.

Amaris could only chuckle, helping the child adjust her hat and gave his savior a soft ruffle on the head. "Yes yes, don't worry about me little one. I'm just a bit tired from all that story telling, that is all." In comforting the child, she completely missed the dirty glare that Meng shot Riko and Sora. Her lips had pulled back in warning, narrowed eyes warning the newcomers to keep the noise down.

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Posted: Tue, 07/09/2021 08:19 (3 Years ago)

As Haruto fed Willow the last of her lunch, gently scratching her scruff as he let her lave her rough tongue against his equally rough palm, a low growl rumbled through his hunting hound, the sound shaking his wrist with its intensity. A shadow fell over the two and Haruto sighed to gently rub Willow and sooth her before steel eyes flickered up to glare at the offender. "O'Neil." He greeted dryly.

"Liu." Was the equally dry response, coming from a very unimpressed and uninspiring face. Britney O'Neil was a tick that no matter how much Haruto tried would not come off. No matter how much blood she took, she would never be satisfied. Case in point, Britney had been bugging Haruto ever since their shared childhood. "You're looking slightly better than a drowned cat."

Haruto's only response was an eye roll, one finger tapping against the embossed scabbard in warning. Willow's barred teeth was much more aggressive the firm hand her master had on her head kept her back. "If you want a fight, make an appointment." He intoned, resisting the urge to roll his eyes and sigh. Quite a feat. Someone, please give him a medal. "By the way, have you found the way to the infirmary? You might be needing that knowledge soon."

There was an short squeak as Haruto's chair was kicked back by centimeters, barely enough to jostle him as Britney sneered. "Daddy isn't here to fight your battles for you, Xiao Boli. Your fancy sword and empty threats doesn't scare me so its lights our little S-"

"I'm very scared. Positively shaking in my runners. Don't hurt me." With a very restrained roll of his eyes, the modest pommel of Haruto's sword digging into Britney's stomach cutting her off mid-word. The girl folded with a wet gurgle, slumping over Haruto's shoulder. "Ridiculous. Causing trouble on the first day." Letting Britney slide into Haruto's seat, the male rising seamlessly, he clicked his tongue to get Willow to follow. Someone would take care of Britney, Haruto couldn't care less.

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Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 767	Posted: Sun, 05/09/2021 07:59 (3 Years ago)
	oh my goodness he's so handsome!!!! Thank you thank you thank you so very much! I love it so much! 💛💛💛 [Read more]

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Posted: Sun, 05/09/2021 02:22 (3 Years ago)

In the low chatter of the campus, a sudden loud bark broke through the din as a fairly tubby yet fit dog shot through the legs of chatting students, bowling some over in her haste as the light clicking of claws and excited whines was the only indication of her rampage of chaos across the school. This dog was certainly a hunting dog, bred and born for running long distances as her spry muscles moved under the warm tan fur that brushed through legs and around corners. Indigent squawks and cries followed the dog as she lept and bounded through corridors and feet. Truly an agent of chaos who must be stopped!

"Willow!" A sharp voice rang out, the gremlin finally swept up in sturdy arms. Rings clinked together as the grip on the wriggling pup was adjusted to better cradle her, her owner grunting at how heavy she was getting. "It's the first day and you're already making trouble for me. Ridiculous." With a huff, a leash was attached to the squirming dog, the neck of which was attached to an armband around her owner's wrist. "Come girl. Let's get you fed before you decide to tear down the place in search for food."

Haruto hadn't expected Willow to be so excitable having shot out of the carriage the moment the Liu heir had opened the door. He had thought that Willow was better trained that that but he supposed that the new environment had just been too tempting and Willow couldn't resist exploring the sights. With a grunt, she was set down and almost immediately Haruto tripped over his feet as Willow shot forward, straining against her leash. Swearing softly under his breath, Haruto let Willow lead him, jogging lightly to keep up with her. He could feel people gaping at him as he kept pace with his hunting dog, stares burning into his back and Haurto could only sneer at them as he passed, heavy duffel bag holding his meager belongings thumping against his back. Let them stare, what did Haruto care about the opinions of the common folk. They were beneath him anyways if all they knew how to do is gossip behind his back.

Willow's paws scrabbled against the doorway labeled "Lunch Hall" and Haruto scooped the unruly dog up in his arms before she could cause any trouble, holding her close before opening the door. Cold grey eyes surveyed his surroundings before Haruto stepped into the hall and took the seat in the corner, closest to the door. Knees touching and back straight just as Mother had taught him to sit, Willow was set down beside her master and the dog obediently sat as prim and properly as her owner, regarding the room closely. More wary gazes were shot his way but Haruto ignored them in favor of feeding Willow venison, idly brushing fur off his Michi leggings. Really, no one present in the room was of any threat to Haruto despite how much others seemed to want to physically fight him. The Ruthenium scabbard with Palladium bossing depicting a soaring phoenix that casually hung off his hip would deter anyone really

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	Username: Tsukoyomi Your order: pixel doll Additional notes: Hopefully his details aren't too complicated haha... Reference: (x) [Read more]

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Posted: Sat, 04/09/2021 01:20 (3 Years ago)

Username: Tsukoyomi
Name: Haruto Liu
Age: 18
Powers: Ferrokinesis - The ability to manipulate Metal
His powers, for some reason that can only be a cosmic joke, favors rare metals. Like. Very very rare ones. The rarer the metal the more control he has. His damascus steel sword? He can control pretty well. A stainless steal kitchen knife? Say goodbye to your toes :) The only exception to this seems to be Aluminum which he can control well enough. He's working on it
Gender: Male
Appearance: Haruto comes from mixed heritage and thus you can't quite pinpoint what ethnicity he is. What's clear though is that he has a pretty face, one that people would expect from someone who spends hours on skin care and makeup. His long black hair is tied up in a high ponytail by a plain hairband most of the time, kept out of the way except for a fringe that refuses to be tied back, brains running along the side on his head. Under stormy and usually glaring grey eyes lays a single beauty mark on the left, hidden under long lashes. He favors athletic wear, things like jogging shorts and sneakers, but very obviously comes from money due to the brand name clothes he walks around in. Accessories are limited to rings that cost a veritable fortune due to the rare metals that it is made out of
Pet?: Willow the Akita Basenji
PalPad Group? Sure

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Posted: Sat, 28/08/2021 09:20 (3 Years ago)

The children too burst out in rambunctious applause. "Amama is The Best at telling stories!" "The story about the stars is the best though!" "No, the story about the sea is the best!" "The stars!" "The sea!" "They're all good, stop arguing!" The kids delved into small squabbles but which stories Amaris told the best, the person in question only laughing and settling the children down. There was barely any silence to be found within the bunker, voices from both young and not as young talking over each other.

A firm clap had all those voices stilling for a moment, a light laugh filling in the void in a moment. "Now now, let us all settle down, yes? All of you are getting quite worked up." Gently stroking Yuan's head, the dratini slithered off her perch and booped her snout against Null's. A forked blue tongue flickered out to sooth the area of attack before Yuan retreated back into the safety of the children's laps. "Remember that we have new people and we should be mindful of them too. Speaking of which, what would our guests want to hear next?"

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Posted: Wed, 25/08/2021 01:52 (3 Years ago)

Amaris laughed heartily as the bunker was starting to get slightly cramped. But as he said, the more the merrier and this was certainly quite merry. "Welcome welcome!" She said joyously, patting the space beside her so that the children to shuffle around, their peals of laughter lightening her heart. "Now that everyone is settled, shall I continue with my story?" Choruses of "Yes, Amama!" rang out and Amaris could only smile contently, leaning on Meng as he began his tale anew.

"A long long time ago, the gods roamed the land." Amaris began, his voice slipping into what he called his storytelling voice. It was smooth, low enough to ease tensions and build anticipation yet it was full of life and intrigue. "Among such gods was a young godling, freshly created and eager. It yearned not for a domain to rule over, its mind filled with one thing only. Mischief. Day in and day out, the trickster sowed the harmless seeds of his chaos, many many gods falling victim to its playful machinations. Spiritual symbols found in odd places far far away from when they were last seen, food spiced to the extremes that even dulled taste buds burst back to life, and hair shaved clean and spotless under the cover of night. What laughter the spirit must have had as the gods grumbled and complained about the newly created menace. Even the Trickster God conceded that the godling was much more crafty though it was a shame that the title of the God of Mischief was already taken for the godling would have made a wonderful deity.

"But one day, the trickster spirit went too far, setting loose upon the mortal world all the Holy Auspicious Animals. You see, dear children, gods kept by their side one companion who they considered to be their soulmate. Their second half who could fight and aid their god in their time of need. Because of their proximity to their patron deity, they were powerful. So much so that any member of their species could not hope to battle them and win for they had slowly but surely absorbed the power of the gods. For such powerful beasts to roam the mortal plane would be a disaster on itself but the pleading cries of the people as the Holy Auspicious Animals lay waste to their lands reached the ears of the gods. The gods corralled with their beasts and with the trickster yet neither headed their calls turning a deaf ear and continued to lay waste to the world. Even the Trickster God could not hope to sway the mind of the Trickster Spirit, both having come to blows many a time for discussion to take place.

"And so the gods turned to the very ones who begged for their assistance. Among the common folk, each god chose a representative. Each god chose a strong and strapping adults to undertake their will, all but the Trickster God who chose a young street rat who the deity had stumbled upon. Upon their chosen champion, a blessing was bestowed upon them. Some with extraordinary strength were set forth while others with the sharpest cunning stayed to plan. But the Champion of Trickery was gifted non of the extraordinary talents of those around her and was instead gifted one single key. The key had an extraordinary shape, one that would surely never fit in any lock. Its teeth were sharp and gnashing as if its fangs would close around the champion's hand at any time, engraved brass bossing depicting a Cottonee of all creatures. And so, whilst the other champions warred against the Holy Auspicious Animals and schemed against their willy foe, the Champion of Trickery instead embarked on her own personal journey. Through the meadows and past the mountains, the young champion chanced upon a forest of doors, leading everywhere and no where at once, blanketed in thick and heavy fog. Engraved into the hollow of each tree was a key hole, inviting the champion to try her hand and to tempt fate. But the girl was not so easily fooled for she had lived on the streets for so many years that survival was of second nature to her. Remembering what the key depicted, the champion wandered into the fog and with each step allowed herself to be swallowed up by the thick mist.

"All hope seemed lost for the girl could not see before her. The trees grew sparse and the fog grew heavy, her hands and feel swallowed up by the forest. Soon all she could see was white, her very body concealed by pillow like clouds of condensation. But when she contemplated turning back once again, her outstretched hand brushed against the rough bark of a tree having stood for centuries; old and gnarled yet supple from the heavy moisture. Yet when the champion searched for the key hole, none could be found. And so the street rat raged and screamed and cried, fists banging against the wood as she yelled at the heavens. For she was human and mortal and fallible, much like anyone else. She was no one special, a simple urchin grabbed off the streets who was wet, hungry, and very very tired. All at once, a twinkling set of laughter rang out and seated upon the old creaking branches the Trickster God and Trickster Spirit smiled upon her, twin grins stretching upon their sly faces. 'Oh champion, what a sorry sight you make! Oh deity, I was right to doubt!' The spirit crackled, yet the god did not despair and only held a mischievous glint in those eyes that held intelligence and wit. As the spirit reveled in its victory, the street rat could only gnash her teeth before lunging upwards. With a furious cry, she shoved the key into the spirits chest, knocking it over onto the dewy ground. The spirit screamed and spat, clawing at the street rat but she refused to let up, wrenching the key into place with a dull click. As the final place was locked in place, the spirit wailed before bursting into light, each sliver sparkling in the fog as it scattered onto the misty ground. As the street rat lay there, chest heaving as she fought for breath, sweat and dew running down the ragged planes of her face, a hand landed on her shoulder.

"'Well done.' Was all the god said, a smile on its face as it gathered up the scattered shards. 'But chaos does not so easily fade from this world. Would you do me the honor of becoming my champion and undertaking such missives?'

'No.' The street rat said staunchly, pushing the key into the god's chest. 'If you truly wish to thank me, give me a home and comfort for the rest of my life. Do not drag mortals into such business for we have no need for heavenly quarrels as such.' The god stood in shock before laughing heartily. Such an agreement was struck between the God of Mischief and the Street Rat. For both had their wishes fulfilled and neither desired to drag anything long past its conclusion. And so the two went their separate ways. They say that the street rat did indeed live a long and fulfilling life, finding companionship and joy in ranching wild cottonee with another woman who had scorned the heavens while the God continued to sow its seeds of trouble wherever it went."

By the time Amaris finished regaling the children of such a grand tale, they were all gasping and on the edges of their seats. Even Yuan had tightened her coils around Amaris' arm, young eyes twinkling with excitement. It wasn't quite one of Amaris' best stories but the joy that he could see on the children face made retelling a less than perfect story worth it. They were entertained and happy and that was all that mattered to her.

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Golden paws came up to tug on the tight collar around their neck as Solulu attempted to move it aside to complete their grooming. It proved to be a fruitless endeavor, however, as the glorified collar refused to budge at all. The cafe was growing much to cramped for their tastes anyways as it stood up with a huff. It wanted fresh air and quiet, the exact opposite of what they were getting in this dingy run down establishment. With an impressive leap and a bound, Solulu had slipped out of the door and was prowling the streets once again. Bloodied claws dug into stone and concrete as it hauled themself up onto the roof of the cafe, settling down in contentment. There, no one would bother them up here anymore. A bone rattling purr shook their rib cage as it settled down in a nice secluded corner. The sun danced across matted fur and Solulu felt themself pulled under into a light yet welcome nap.

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Posted: Mon, 23/08/2021 21:08 (3 Years ago)

When Amaris' sweeping tale of the cosmos and how the sun left the moon and stars, only allowed brief visits through the hallowed light of day, the children clamoured for yet another story. When the next story was finished, yet another was demanded. "Amama tells the bestest stories ever." Was the very educated and serious response from the masses when Amaris laughed asking why the children were asking for so many tales. But in the end, she was undeniably weak to the puppy eyes and pleads for stories that surrounded him on all sides.

"Very well, let us begin again as many stories take place. A long long time ago there-"

"A long long time ago! A long long time ago!" Came a screech as a chatot alighted apon one of the children's heads. Excited squeals came from his young wards as pudgy hands reached out for colorful feathers but before the pokemon could be caught by amateur hands, someone else came in apologizing profusely. The chatot was snatched up and scolded and Amaris watched with heavy amusement, Yuan and Meng sharing in that soft glee. Meng however, being the sharp partner pokemon she was, gently nudged her trainor, primping Amaris to speak.

"It's no problem at all. Would you and your companions like to sit down and join us for a story?" She offered, holding out his fingers out to Yuan. The Dratini, already knowing the queues that Amaris had taught her, slid off the laps of the children and curled comfortably around her master's forearm. "After all, the more the merrier."
─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── As the cafe began to fill up, a low growl built up within Solulu's chest. These strangers were encroaching on it's territory, barging in and filing out the store that it had claimed. They staunchly stuck it's nose into their fur and ignored the others though. They were tired and they didn't want to fight. It just wanted to go home.

Home.

Huh.

What an odd thought to have. What was home anyways? If Solulu thought on it, it could vuagely recollect a warm hearth with an ever blazing fire, warm blankets and a sun roof. But where this place was and if it even stood was a mystery. With a huff, Solulu resumed their grooming. It wouldn't do anyone any good to dwell on things that didn't exist or hold any significance anymore

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Posted: Sun, 22/08/2021 23:53 (3 Years ago)

Looping through the empty streets, Solulu's paws kicked up dust its blood lust running untamed and unsatisfied. It was searching for something. Someone. That all they knew. Find, search, destroy. Searching for someone to dig its fangs into, to feel life run dry and for satisfactions to pour through their body. Radiant was their form yet there was something undeniably dark about their prowl that kept others away from it. When its search yielded nothing, Solulu let out a frustrated snarl. With purposeful strides, Solulu stalked into the closest empty store, tail lashing as it barrelled into a decrepit cafe. They didn't seem to care about any other possible occupants in the place, content to curl up a corner. Its tongue lathed across the multiple wounds upon its flank, bloody snout nosing into the soft fur.

Search
Find
~~Retrieve~~
Destroy
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The underground wasn't the best place to be living in, not for Amaris and not for her pokemon. Her children were used to roaming free, unfettered by space or propriety. But here in the cramped camp they had taken refuge in, Xiang and Cheng had almost exclusively stayed within their pokeballs, the heavy pull of his belt a relief and a guilt. Even small lovable Yuan was getting much to big to be lounging on her master's shoulders, the Dratini reaching almost 5 feet enough to coil around his neck twice and still look like an oversized scarf. And if experience has taught Amaris anything, it would be that Yuan still had a lot more growing to do.

Amaris was a child of the outdoors, someone who reveled in the feeling of dirt between his toes and the wind whipping through her hair. He slept in the open with the stars as her blanket and the earth as his mattress. The rough rock was nothing like the soft bedding of grass and wind that she was used to. At least Meng was by his side, her oversized and floppy ears providing her trainer with some semblance of warmth. Qiong, true to his role as a protector and guardian of their little family, was lent out to small children within the compound, his cloudy feathers pillowing young bodies and keeping them warm.

Speaking of children, Amaris chuckled as a group of them turned the bend, clamoring for him to tell them a story. Their voices echoed throughout the cave system, laughter a treasure during these times. "Amama!" "Tell us a story!" "A story! A story!" "Amama, tell the one about the sky!" "Nooo we heard that yesterday! Tell us the one about the sea!" Amaris could only laugh, beanie dislodged as he threw his head back, his laughter adding to the excited squeals of children.

"Calm down little ones, how about I tell you a new story?" She suggested, brown hair falling free as he tugged the worn knitted fabric off her head. Yuan huffed and slithered onto the floor, sprawling her slender body across the laps of two of the children. Meng smiled as well, letting her master lean on her side as Amaris cleared his throat. "This tale takes place like so many do. A long long time ago the sun, the moon, and the stars lived together very happily. Every day the three of them danced and sang, lighting up the world in wonderous new ways. The sun would shine the brightest while the moon glowed with radiance and the stars glimmered happily, all three of them supporting each other as they lived under the same blue sky..."

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Posted: Fri, 20/08/2021 23:23 (3 Years ago)

Something is in control...

Username
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Character Name
Solulu

Gender/Pronouns
Unknown | They/Them/It/It's

Pokémon Species
Solgaleo

Appearance
Solulu is a slightly smaller than normal Solgaleo making them very agile. It has braids and Aconite flowers woven into it's very volumous fur. They wear a silver star bangle on their front left paw

Anything else?
It bites

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Posted: Fri, 20/08/2021 09:26 (3 Years ago)

I'm here to help! Probably

Username
Tsukoyomi

Character Name
Amaris (Child of the Moon)

Gender/Pronouns
Bigender| He/She

Pokemon Team

Lopunny (Fleeting Dream [Meng]) | Female | Jolly | Limber | Lopunnite | Partner Pokemon
Fake Out | Giga Impact | High Jump Kick | Ice Punch
Meng was given to Amaris by her parents at a young age. Hatched from a bunnary egg, Meng and Amaris traveled through Shirimasne on his trainer journey. It was Meng who cemented Amaris as a young legend, the lopunny sweeping through challenges with an explosive bang. She is fiercely loyal to Amaris and there is very little the Lopunny wouldn't do for her trainer

Dratini (Honestly Desired Hope [Yuan]) | Female | Hasty | Shed Skin | n/A
Dragon Dance | Outrage | Extreme Speed | Agility
Gifted as an egg, Yuan was given to Amaris as a celebration of his retirement from the public eye. Amaris has a soft spot towards Yuan and will drape her across her neck. Out of everyone that Amaris keeps on his team, Yuan is the only pokemon not trained for combat. She baby. Despite this, however, she seems to have picked up some hard hitting moves from her siblings

Altaria (Flawless Jade [Qiong]) | Male | Jolly | Natural Cure | Life Orb
Dragon Dance | Return | Roost | Fly
Qiong was originally bred as a contest pokemon before being released into the wild. He was found under attack by a pack of arcanine and growthlite and Amaris was the one to save him. Due to his coordination background, he dislikes fighting and prefers to scare people off with grad displays of beauty. He is a protector and has a big soft spot for Yuan

Lapras (Beautiful Accomplishment [Cheng]) | Male | Modest | Water Absorb | Assault Vest
Hydro Pump | Freeze-Dry | Ice Beam | Surf
Cheng was caught off the shores close to Amaris' home town and the first pokemon she ever caught. As a child of both the moon and the sea, Cheng was like bringing a piece of home along on his journey. Cheng is aggressive and vicious, snapping at anyone he doesn't consider family and revels in battling. He was the one who has had the hardest time adjusting to Amaris' retirement and is a big grump about it

Lunala (Dawn's Stardust [Xing]) | Unknown | Modest | Shadow Sheild | Leftovers
Moongeist Beam | Moonblast | Roost | Calm Mind
Part of a pair. Xing was encountered by Amaris on the night of a meteor shower as a Cosmog along with its twin, Guang (Dusk's Scattered Light). Guang was raised by another trainer while Xing stayed with Amaris. Despite Amaris' many attempts to release it into the wild, Xing stays by Amaris' side in hopes to see Guang once more

Appearance
Amaris is kind of plain faced, nothing all that striking about him from a lanky build to dull brown eyes. Her brown hair falls to about mid-back but is mostly tucked away under worn beanies or old caps. His fashion sense really depends on what she's feeling like each day but it doesn't really make a difference when his defining visual mark is Yuan draped around her neck. He keeps pokeballs on a belt that is never worn correctly. Usually has the scent of Aconite flowers lingering on her person. Is it perfume? Did something die? Who knows.

Anything else? A former competitive battler who retired to live in the country side. Usually doesn't care whats going on in the world but is getting very annoyed with the attacking pokemon. Please stop. It's very rude.

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	Congrats on everyone who got Yoimiya! Her accent is so endearing in the JPN dub Meanwhile I have gotten my hands on a rolly ollie polly wind lolli and will now have to actually explore Inazuma to get materials for her. oof But the names of her kit are so silly and cute, i love it [Read more]

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Posted: Wed, 11/08/2021 03:37 (4 Years ago)

The low howling of the winds swallowed up the natural noise, blanketing the surrounding area with a buzzing white noise. Perhaps it was that kind of monotony that led Rikka to sleep under the stars with the sky as a blanket and the earth as a pillow. Calliope was curled as a secondary heat source, thick and rotting fur blocking out the worst of the cold. With only outcroppings and ruins to seek shelter in, Rikka quite liked the ever changing ground that provided a spot to rest on, the slight change in pace each day the only way to differentiate the previous day from the next. But this habit would only be the undoing of the pair as a low wail cut through the screeching gales. It struck true, leaving Rikka writhing on the cool dirt, nimble fingers gouging crimson lines into the dried grass. Choking on half formed screams of agony as Rikka's head threatened to rend in two, weak legs slipped as Rikka attempted to stand up knees scrapping on the harsh ground. With a concerned bray, Calliope gently nudged Rikka up just as the first of the monsters broke over the horizon. Suddenly Rikka didn't think that it was the wind that made swallowing hard and gave an uncomfortably dry mouth. "Run." Came the croaked out command and the two were off, limbs pounding against the ground to make their escape.

Rikka was fast. One had to be, working as a runner and a part-time saviour of the wounded. Sneakered feet pushed Rikka forward, disorientation making brown eyes swim unfocused and clumsy as multiple times lithe fingers had to scrabble against the loose dirt to keep Rikka moving forward. But luck was always a trait that evaded Rikka as the solid surface that kept the pair of them grounded vanished, leaving the survivor fumbling and spinning, head a mess of fear and confusion. A hard knock to Rikka's chin was enough to reel in the wandering mind, pain and adrenaline sharpening it until Rikka was painfully aware of the pain radiating up one leg. Scrambling up to continue running, it was futile as Rikka collapsed again, ankle unable to hold up the weight on a damned life saved too many times to be worth anything anymore.

The first of the monsters descended upon Rikka and for the first time she was at peace. He was going to be okay. They had lived for much too long after all.

A bleat had Rikka flicking out the whip, the frayed leather holding enough force to slap away the monster as another one was sent flying. Beside it Calliope ground to a stop, judgement clear in those milky dead eyes of the deamon. It would be funny, probably, except it wasn't and Rikka hastily clambered onto the goat's back lest Calliope decided to simply throw Rikka and carry the injured survivor like a sack of potatoes. Sometimes Rikka was glad that the two didn't need to speak to understand each other and this would be one of those times. Once Rikka's legs wrapped around the hollowed bones, Calliope was off running towards what was left of London. There would be shelter there and Rikka could only hope.

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Posted: Tue, 10/08/2021 00:57 (4 Years ago)

Perhaps it was a testament to how long Rikka had been doing this but divvying up the supplies that had been fought over was quite simple. There wasn't much in the bag to begin with so Rikka simply split up the items between the two combatants and took the hemp bag that it had been stored in. Quite the simple solution and Calliope also seemed please if the goat's chauffing was anything to go by. The two of them were sorely in need of a new bag anyways, the old one having ripped and broken beyond what meager sowing skills Rikka had picked up could save. With an almost firm tug of the shawl draped over brown hair, Rikka set out to brave the windstorms again. Sparing one last glance back at the crumbled ruins of what was once a enterprises undoubtedly lavish foyer where the young survivor slept behind the broken steel counter, Rikka only tugged the sea foam shawl and ducked into the howling plains accompanied only by the low canter of hooves against withered grass.

Calliope's deep red fur turned, eyes brimming with more intelligence than any goat could have pinning Rikka in place as the two walked. "Coward." The white gleam of bone sparkling under the midday sun, exposed as thick fur and liquid muscle sloughed off the deamon's skeleton and tongue hitting the barren dirt as it melted with the vitriol it was spat with. The screeching gales carried away the crumbling skeleton, dust in the wind and contempt in the earth.

"I know." Rikka replied, her hand ruffling the soft fur of his daemon, their steps never faltering as clouds of ancient dust was kicked up in its wake with Calliope keeping stride as always.

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Posted: Sun, 08/08/2021 23:25 (4 Years ago)

Name: Louis d'Apchie
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Mild blood warning
Personality: He's quiet and a bit creepy in the fact that he makes it a habit to check out of reality for a few moments, simply staring listlessly at the scenery before him. He's apathetic and finds better company with animals than with humans though he does like making jokes on the occasion. Despite cutting words, they are never intentionally hurtful.
Backstory: Despite his naming, he doesn't look French. Wonder what that could mean
Password: Wolfsbane

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Posted: Wed, 04/08/2021 04:37 (4 Years ago)

The low clopping of hooves rung out across the barren wasteland, accompanied by the howling winds. The plateau crossing was famous for its windy temperament, having been leveled by sloughing waves and raging beasts. The screech of nature drew the nightmares to this area, the cacophony a melodious lull to those who no one would dare fight against. Rikka liked to walk around the particular area, pulling unfortunate travelers out of the jaws of death before running for it. The plateau was a second home at this place, navigation easily done even when chocolate eyes closed to rest and protect against the whipping winds. Gloved hands gripped the escaping beanie, keeping it firmly atop a head of brown curled hair. Parts of Rikka's cheeks stung as hair lashed against tanned skin, the tight clothing chosen specifically to reduce the amount of sound that would be produced doing precious little to shield Rikka from the cold. Beyond the windy plains lay a settlement, humans settling down in broken houses shielded by the screaming air and rubble. Rikka would often drop off the wanderers who had strayed too far there, a place to rest before continuing on their journey.

A shrill screech blended in with the background music, commonplace as the withered ground Rikka stood on. With a sigh, Rikka smiled apologetically at Calliope before sliding onto the goat's back. It was an old routine by now, one both had perfected ever since the end of the world and had to re-perfect once they were left alone. The drumming of Calliope's hooves against the hardened earth was a grounding melody that had Rikka preparing for an encounter. Granted, a metal fan and a whip wasn't very much to defend anyone with but Rikka had learned. It wasn't hard when you're very existence hinged on the mastery of such tools. In the distance, Rikka could see the combatant. Two survivors scuffling over supplies would be the logical jumping point and that theory was proven true as a scattered bag of medicine was strewn to the side. Ugh these were the ones that Rikka hated the most since it meant having to actually straighten stuff out instead of hitting something. With a sigh, a black whip crudely stitched together with different leather pieces and held together by duct tape and a prayer slithered through the air to yank one of the survivors backwards. It was with a swift strike and a swirl of fabric that Rikka dismounted, metal fan quickly incapacitating both survivors. Using spare rope to secure the two rescues, Rikka gathered up the contested supplies and loaded them onto Calliope's back. The first time they had done this, Calliope had given Rikka such a dirty look that could only be appeased with a chunk of cheese which was such a pain to procure.

Hefting the lighter survivor, a child no older than 12, Rikka let Calliope carry the other combatant as the two began to move towards the settlement. The pair would then split the supplies between all of them and separating them on opposite ends of the ruined city. For all of the legend and mystery surrounding Rikka, however, the young adult's only strength was speed. With a weak physical build, even catrying a child was enough to wind the fragile speedster. But seeing the rubble and now familiar broken buildings in the distance, Rikka let out a sigh. They would be relatively safe for now, granted that no survivors attack them.

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Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 767	Posted: Tue, 03/08/2021 05:50 (4 Years ago)
	I am absolutely in love with the bastard gremlin energy you managed to convey through the expression alone, thank you so much! [Read more]

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Posted: Mon, 02/08/2021 23:55 (4 Years ago)

Once upon a time, there was a prince. The prince lived happily with his brother and fiance, spending each day smiling and laughing and helping others. The prince's brother became the king and the prince was happy, traveling around the kingdom with his fiance and living the rest of his life in bliss, occasionally returning to the castle to spend time with his brother. The three would happily pass on, old age doing nothing to break them apart. But if I told you that story, you would only scoff. Fairy tales were rarely that happy all the way through.

So how about another story.

Once upon a time, the world ended. Gloomy, I know. But just because the world ended does not mean that humans cease to persevere. Indeed, the world had ended many times yet each time it did people would rise from the ashes and rebuild. Such was the cycle of life for in death there was life and in life there was death. So yes. The world had yet again ended. But instead of only one or two countries feeling the affects of such an end, all seven continents were torn asunder by the calamity. Many died and will continue to die but among those who survived there was a not so young human. No one quite knew when this oddity of nature would appear, only sweeping in during times of need and disappearing just a quickly. Those who were saved by this person would weave tales of a fearless someone who would run into death's open jaws and dart back out unscathed, those who had been thought lost cradled in deceptively thin arms. Others only scoffed and told of the times the stranger could only lie, bleeding out in the unforgiving wasteland for who would be foolish enough to accept help from those who would only turn their blade against the other. Still others would warn of the black devil that traveled with the mysterious stranger, to be wary of those which can not be explained. But regardless of rumor, it was undeniable that the mystery and suspense around such a fellow only increased, making the birth of a sort of urban myth. The Witch who Saves. He who Wanders the Roads. The Roserot Ghost. So many names but not one knew who exactly this person could be. They say that if you wish from the bottom of your heart for someone else to be saved, then the black ewe will appear before you, upon its back seated the mysterious stranger.

Ah but the moon is high in the sky and tomorrow is upon us. Here is where the story ends, an open epilogue to those who wish to find out who this savior could be. Rest child for tomorrow we set out.

A tiny sneeze fluttered through the desolate wasteland. Huddled into Calliope's fur, Rikka sniffed, one slim finger coming up to rub a button nose. The night wasn't even that cold, there wasn't any reason to be sneezing. Oh well, the ruins of what used to be Ceatharlach was just a stone throw away so finding some warmer clothes hopefully wouldn't be too hard. The pair were simply wandering with no destination in mind only with the single minded need to remain in the area. Perhaps it was the fact that there wasn't very many other survivors around and the area was free of those monsters that prowled the lands. But Rikka could make all the excuses in the world but the real reason would never be a mystery. There was still unfinished business in these parts and it would be unwise.

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Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 767	Posted: Mon, 02/08/2021 22:39 (4 Years ago)
	your animation looks amazing and i can't wait for them! could I request Hyde for the sketch headshot please? [Read more]

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