Nebu-hii-ejamu:

nebu-hii-ejamu:

“Indeed. You failed spectacularly. But still you live on. Surely there is a reason you keep living despite these failures. Let’s say our predicaments are the same. I, myself, failed monumentally and I long for fulfillment. With the shepherd and his little dragon gone, I see an opportunity for both of us to get what we want. Again, I must request your presence in Ladylake so that we may meet face to face.”

Lunarre grit his teeth. The disembodied voice was right - in spite of everything that had happened, he was still living; still selfishly clinging onto the unfulfilled desires left in him. All the people he had known from that time were either dead or seraphim, and wholly oblivious to his continued existence. They owed him nothing, and vice versa.

What had he to lose?

Cursing under his breath, the hellion turned on his heel and began to walk back  the way he had came.

~~~

Ladylake had changed relatively little in the time since the previous Shepherd had faced off against the then Lord of Calamity, Heldalf. The famed waterwheel was still turning, its cobbled streets as lively as ever, and its shopping district, though altered in content and design, were as busy as they were when Lunarre was stealing from them.

It was almost surreal, being back. Of course, no-one recognised him as he picked his way through the crowds, but that was fine. Natural, considering the circumstances. 

Of course, some buildings had come and gone and others had crumbled into disrepair, abandoned by their previous owners. One such building was Bartlow’s mansion. 

Creeping inside - an easy feat, thanks to the sorry state of the old front door - Lunarre looked around for the owner of the voice he had heard.

“I know you’re here. Show yourself!”

getting trained at a new job

vs

having worked there for years

Lunarre, who was sitting beside Sorey eating his own lunch, took the shrimp from the boy’s fingers and bit off the tiny crustacean’s head with his teeth. He then handed it back to Sorey.

“There ya go. No face.”

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❛ I… I can’t do this. ❜ Sorey looked away, rubbing his arm. He squeezed his eyes shut and huffed a little, looking quite distraught. ❛ It’s got a face! How am I expected to eat something that’s looking at me!? ❜

Shimp was definitely not for him.

A couple of colour palettes! Symonne in ‘A Brush Filled with Moonlight’ (from color-palettes) and Lunarre in 'warriors’ (from spectrra) ~

I’ll likely be starting on the requests tomorrow - I have Divine Messenger to proof read, then I’ll likely do some writing 💕 Really happy with my progress today though despite it being a rough day!

nebu-hii-ejamu:

A seraph about Sorey’s physical age glanced out the window, sporting a shiny silver regalia with the ancient crest on it and light blond hair tipped with silver at the ends. He also had an eerie holy glow about him. “Ladylake…. There was a time where this land belonged to the ancient Midgand empire. Humans walked the streets with ancient seraphim, called malakhim at the time, fearing malevolence and turning to the Shepherd of the time…”

He turned to face Lunarre. “So, you’ve come. I bid you greetings, young hellion.”

“Save the pleasantries,” Lunarre spat. “I don’t care about any of that ancient crap.” 

This resonance emitting from the cherubic seraph was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was immense. It was sickening, so much that it took all Lunarre’s concentration to speak without ejecting bile.

Was this a big mistake?

“What do you want from me? Why bring me here?”

Lunarre watched the bear hellion tear into his prey with interest. It was rare to see a kindred spirit who had retained enough reason to think about how it killed and who it ate.

Once the hellion’s prey was dead at his feet, Lunarre emerged from the shadows and called out.

“That was a nice performance, kid. Very nice.”

@snickering-kitsune

Would what he became be considered a blessing or curse? Perhaps both? He could hardly care as long as others couldn’t tell what happened to him. As long as he could still make business with them that’s all that matters right?

Over all it was…somewhat a blessing for him when it came to beasts like him. As he was now he could deal with them without them getting back up once more.

Curved claws easily tearing through a boar like hellion, momentarily baring his teeth as he brought the beast down before his arms fell by his sides. Breathing becoming steady in time he stared to the beast as it returned what it once was. Just as many others did when he killed them.

Looking to his bloodied hands once they returned to normal he frowned. “I need to get to a stream…” He muttered, not wanting to really smear the blood on his own clothing.