A Couple Of Colour Palettes! Symonne In A Brush Filled With Moonlight (from Color-palettes) And Lunarre

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!

“Oh come on, don’t be such a baby, it’s fine! See, I solved your problem for you. If you want I can do the same with the other shrimp.”

snickering-kitsune:

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.”

❛ On second thought, I’ve lost my appetite. ❜

he’s traumatized.

Day 2 - Lunarre from Tales of Zestiria. Drawlloween theme today is DEVIL, though honestly I get more of a demon vibe from him, then I notice DEMON is a theme later… Too late. Done with felt to pen. He’s here for DEVIL. 18 days till Zestiria! Woot woot! I think I covered my basis.

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.

Send my muse love letters on anon. Bonus points if you drop a hint on who sent it.