Not Really. I Wanna Experience The World With All My Five Senses Fors Long As Possible. Youre Not Going

“Not really. I wanna experience the world with all my five senses for’s long as possible. You’re not going blind because you’re an old fart - you’re going blind because you keep gettin’ near those damn dragons. You’re bringin’ a needless disability on yourself!”

snickering-kitsune:

“You’re far too happy-go-lucky about losing your sight, old man.”

“Just makes seeing the world more amusing don’t you think? I’m sure over a few more years most things will just end up like funny blobs or potato shapes. Plus, if there’s nothing I can do over it, why go glum?”

Tales of Zestiria - Lunarre’s Mystic Arte

“Well, those are good too, but in terms of strength boosting power... human flesh - better yet, seraph flesh, can’t be beaten.”

“Mine tells me to eat the people I kill.”

“Oh, my. That can’t do. I’m sure there’s better food than humans~”

“Like freshly-made steamed buns~”

Lunarre chuckled.

“‘fraid so. I can’t lose my plat de résistance."

He grinned wider. Lunarre felt invigorated, more eager than ever to accomplish his goal. Now he could see and experience things that had never been possible for him before. Now he was powerful. Now he was...

“See ya round, old man. Stay away from those dragons!”

With a snicker, Lunarre vaulted up from where he stood into the branch of the nearest tree. Night was drawing on, and darkness enveloped his body as he darted through the trees. Flashing the seraph a casual wave, Lunarre leapt away, the darkness of the forest swallowing him whole.

snickering-kitsune:

Lunarre shrugged, beaming from ear to ear.

“Dunno. I guess I’m just special.” He snickered. 

There was the possibility he was correct, or partially so, but Lunarre was only joking. He hadn’t a clue what made him different from the other hellions he had encountered, but it didn’t really matter. 

“I’ve never met a guy like you before,” he added. “You interest me. Besides…” Lunarre stood up, looking into the forest stretched out thick and dark behind them. “I’m tailing someone. I can’t waste too much time dawdling.”

Giving an amused shrug he grinned to the hellion. “That or maybe we’re both black sheep in some way? Not like it’s that big of a problem.”

Pausing to look in the same direction he looked back to the fox-like hellion. “The fox is on the hunt I take it? I guess I shouldn’t take too much of your time or the trail might go cold then huh?”

ufemew-wexub

| ☠️ |  His presence alone is enough to frighten visitors off, his element being clouded in malevolence and fluctuating in such levels even humanity could feel it at times. Other seraphim were not fool enough to approach him, tales and stories weaved keeping them in place, far away from the dark and jagged peaks of this mountain. The few who did try either ran in terror, or were forced to.

There is an ease to recognizing a presence on his mountain, and he lifts his head, eyes fluttering open, and narrowing into slits. There was a difference to this seraph unlike the others, a younger more innocent aura to them.

All the more fool to have started this climb.

He stands, the unsteady flood of malevolence spiking with motion, and he hisses, shaking his head and barging his way out of his hollow, the cave of his home. Wings unfurl from his back, steps loud and almost thunderous as he paces to the edge of the nearest peak, and peers over, perching himself there, and glowering down. 

“Just what do you think you are doing?” His shout carries far, words stern, questioning, albeit strained. There is a control to how he does not jump down, claws ready to strike into the intruder and send him scurrying off. 

“You are not welcome here!”

Lunarre froze in his tracks as he felt a sudden shift in the malevolence. It was difficult to breathe. He was so close now - a confrontation was inevitable. 

He heard the faint sound of pounding feet on stone on the peaks above, and he tensed, waiting for the creature to show itself.

What peered over the edge of the nearest peak above his head stunned Lunarre so much he couldn’t cry out, though the sudden boom of the creature’s voice made him flinch. He had heard talk from the villages he had passed on his way here that a dragon lurked in the mountains.

They were partly right; the creature - a seraph - glaring down at him had once been a dragon. The seraph had since been purified, but the stifling malevolence told Lunarre that he was far from out of the woods. The seraph’s skin was broken up by smatterings of scales, ferocious horns adorned his head, and claws glinted wickedly at his fingertips. And those blazing eyes...

He’d been purified, but...

It was difficult to tell just by the sensation whether the malevolence was coming from the seraph or some outside force. Lunarre wouldn’t know unless he asked, but that would have to wait if he wanted to stay alive. 

His legs were shaking, but he refused to run. He didn’t know why he felt as strongly as he did, but it wasn’t important.

“I’m not your enemy!” he called up, lifting both hands in an appeasing gesture. “I’m Lunarre! I felt your malevolence - I want to help you!”

Lunarre Overcomes