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moonlight-cascades asked: "'Quite an intriguing area.' Nootau thought to himself as he came to a halt at a boulder's ledge. He sniffed the air while closing his eyes, sensing the souls that thrummed in his mind. But he managed to hear the throb of a larger, living creature. Canine. It sounded...distraught? At the distance he was at, he could hardly tell. A frown itched over his lips. 'Best check it out, perhaps.' He thought, jumping down the ledge and heading in the direction of the soulbeat."

pmducompassrose:

moonlight-cascades:

pmducompassrose:

(Ah, this should be interesting, haha. Dante’s soul is, erm, interesting.)

Dante was following his usual morning routine.

Somewhat.

He had risen later than usual, his circadian cycle was a wreck. It felt like he was jet-lagged and this was evident in his sluggish movements.

His head was held low and bags were present under his eyes. Sleeping soundly had been an issue for some time now, and try as he might, he could not shake off his soured demeanor.

Greeting the day with a smile would have been the first thing he did to start his routine, but he didn’t even have the energy for that.

He had already come some distance away from his home, having left Black Cat behind to guard the place. Though valuables weren’t many and not exactly of any high quality, thievery was something he wanted to avoid.

After a moment of having his mind drone about last night’s nightmare, the canine ground to a halt.

His ear flicked to the noisy movements of someone quickly trouncing their way through Andalusst’s foresty outskirts.

His snout wrinkled into a discontent scowl. Dealing with others right now wasn’t high on his list of priorities, given his current state of being, but they were still coming.

He stood firm, letting the fur of his hackles rise and a growl emanate from the back of his gullet. His head turned towards the oncoming piece of work that would either brighten up or completely ruin his day.

Nootau, in the process of being thrown out of Dante’s soul, was forced back into his more adolescent self, his green-orange eyes the only proof of such. He felt cold all over hearing that…that…He shook his head, just the mere thought of it made him feel chills underneath his skin. He didn’t know what Dante…or…that thing, said, but the tone and just seeing it gave him enough to know it was a threat.

But when he saw Dante fall again, he waited a minute. Shakily, he got up to his feet, walking cautiously over to the unconscious Growlithe. He sniffed him. Nothing. Barely breathing too. 

He looked up at the sky and cursed. ‘How long had I even been in there?’ Nootau thought, seeing as the sun was past it’s highest point through the canopies of trees. He looked over at Dante again. 'I can't leave him.'

With a tired sigh, Nootau rolled Dante over onto his stomach, starting to slowly move the Growlithe onto his bloodied backside slowly, ignoring how his injured leg made it harder to do the job. But he would only continue further to make sure Dante got to some medicine to heal the wounds inflicted on him. 

At least, the wounds that Nootau knew didn’t speak like that parasite. 

The good news was that Dante was still breathing.

The bad news was the amount of blood loss was certainly going to put a major dent in his already questionable health.

He had already lost precious hours of the night for sleep from the graphic nightmares. Even knocked out, it seemed his sub-conscious mind was hounded by the terrors that lurked in the back of his mind for once he was on Nootau’s back, he began to fidget here and there erratically.

Dante’s inhales and exhales would often change over the course of being toted to… who knew where Nootau intended to take him. Dante did, in fact, have his own physician in town, Rosencrantz, but his reputation was poor at best and patients were rare. It was doubtful Nootau was heading in that direction, given the Spritzee’s stealthy nature, so where was it he was being taken?

… Hopefully not a hospital. Heaven forbid it be.

He sniffed the air, closing his eyes again. He forced himself to not think of Dante’s soul, however quickly did find himself hearing a gentle thrum in his mind. One that brought relief to his own soul.

The runt Absol shifted Dante more onto his backside before going forth; or rather…downwards.

Nootau crawled slowly down a hole he found that had a rich earthly scent to it. He dropped down with a stiff grunt onto the semi-rocky terrain. 

"T’anke?" Nootau called out, his voice echoing in the cavern. He sleeked carefully and expertly around the ground stalagmite. In his trail, soft whispers filtered the air like the wind that blew from many holes above and around him. The mysterious markings on many of the stones glowed orange for several seconds. In those same seconds, as he continued moving, it soon became like a wave of orange glow that his touch left behind on the stone material, before fading back into nothing; as if it never occurred.

Nootau ventured around another corner carefully until he felt the soft flush of grass underneath his paws. His eyes caught the white trail of smoke moving up in spirals out of the holes of the cave. He moved down to see a little green ‘mon crushing herbs and shifting sand around her.

"T’anke."

Jade spun around and began to smile widely at Nootau when it vanished upon seeing the body on his form. “Is he dead?”

Nootau scoffed briefly, gently putting Dante down onto the ground. His eyes flashed orange, causing her own jaded ones to blink in curiosity. "Hiya, t’anke. Tokehci, canl wasté awayake kíči-is. Dante ee is chee ya peé ya lo face.” 

Had she been someone else, she would’ve been clueless as to why he suddenly changed languages. But she knew; he was upset. Deeply.

"Nootau, you do realize you can talk—"

"T’anke." Nootau glanced over at her, seeing her body jump a little under her Tashina. “Ee yo monk pee shnee, na is iyúčhaŋ wahutkas na ma. Cate sice, tka…” He looked away, his claws digging into the mossy grass.

Jade stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, before she sighed herself. She scooted over to Dante, lifting him briefly to adjust the ground and place down some new bedding. “Tokhel iyaya na akisni, tiblo.” 

Nootau smiled to himself, giving a tired chuckle. “Yes ma’am.” He said, hopping into his little nest cave, the vines above shrouding him from sight.

Jade looked at Dante before getting to work.


moonlight-cascades asked: "'Quite an intriguing area.' Nootau thought to himself as he came to a halt at a boulder's ledge. He sniffed the air while closing his eyes, sensing the souls that thrummed in his mind. But he managed to hear the throb of a larger, living creature. Canine. It sounded...distraught? At the distance he was at, he could hardly tell. A frown itched over his lips. 'Best check it out, perhaps.' He thought, jumping down the ledge and heading in the direction of the soulbeat."

pmducompassrose:

moonlight-cascades:

pmducompassrose:

(Ah, this should be interesting, haha. Dante’s soul is, erm, interesting.)

Dante was following his usual morning routine.

Somewhat.

He had risen later than usual, his circadian cycle was a wreck. It felt like he was jet-lagged and this was evident in his sluggish movements.

His head was held low and bags were present under his eyes. Sleeping soundly had been an issue for some time now, and try as he might, he could not shake off his soured demeanor.

Greeting the day with a smile would have been the first thing he did to start his routine, but he didn’t even have the energy for that.

He had already come some distance away from his home, having left Black Cat behind to guard the place. Though valuables weren’t many and not exactly of any high quality, thievery was something he wanted to avoid.

After a moment of having his mind drone about last night’s nightmare, the canine ground to a halt.

His ear flicked to the noisy movements of someone quickly trouncing their way through Andalusst’s foresty outskirts.

His snout wrinkled into a discontent scowl. Dealing with others right now wasn’t high on his list of priorities, given his current state of being, but they were still coming.

He stood firm, letting the fur of his hackles rise and a growl emanate from the back of his gullet. His head turned towards the oncoming piece of work that would either brighten up or completely ruin his day.

With a startled gasp, Nootau’s eyes snapped open.

'Where….where am I?' He thought, looking around. it was completely black where he was, but he could hear many things. Muffled thrums and groans. It was oddly cold where he was. 

'I must…I might be in—' his train of thought was halted when he turned around and saw a little ember of a soul. He smiled. 'This must be Dante's…wait, what's—?!' He reeled back when something seemingly darker than the black around him, latched onto Dante’s little ember. 

"H-Hey!" He barked, but was horrified when the soul merged and greedily latched back onto the orange soul. He snarled, his green-orange eyes flashing like newly alight flames. 

"Sica kaga mahetaha na wakȟáŋšiča othí, yuškÁ is na iyáyeyA!” He snarled deeply, his fangs enveloped in flames as he chanted. Nootau spat out a large orb of a Hidden Power, watching it collide and practically shred through the black substance. 

Even though he was deaf on the outside, in here, he could hear what he thought was demented and distorted shrills, maddening noises from he hoped the black orb that made his fur stick up.

(( Sica kaga mahetaha na wakȟáŋšiča othí, yuškÁ is na iyáyeyA!Evil & wicked demon from within and the devil’s hell, release him and begone!

Sorry for the late response XD; I haven’t been online really for almost four days -shot- btw this is really getting interesting! :) ))


The black substance elicited a screeching sound before changing colours once more. It flared from black to green, switching from simply being a dormant parasitic possessor, to an active one.

In an invisible gust, Nootau was forced out from the chest cavity wherein the soul lied and back to his proper body. The canine beneath him was suddenly lively again, a burst of energy generating something that felt like an explosion to further push Nootau back.

A hefty aura proceeded to weigh within the immediate vicinity, radiating from the Growlithe. With a second wind, the canine stood dead-center within the glade, producing wild fangs.

Only one eye was open, glowing with the same ferocity before, only with more malevolence and less direction. His mouth opened to speak in a de-synced voice, Dante’s layered with another’s, to utter a warning:

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Once given, the Growlithe’s body collapsed once more.

Nootau, in the process of being thrown out of Dante’s soul, was forced back into his more adolescent self, his green-orange eyes the only proof of such. He felt cold all over hearing that…that…He shook his head, just the mere thought of it made him feel chills underneath his skin. He didn’t know what Dante…or…that thing, said, but the tone and just seeing it gave him enough to know it was a threat.

But when he saw Dante fall again, he waited a minute. Shakily, he got up to his feet, walking cautiously over to the unconscious Growlithe. He sniffed him. Nothing. Barely breathing too. 

He looked up at the sky and cursed. ‘How long had I even been in there?’ Nootau thought, seeing as the sun was past it’s highest point through the canopies of trees. He looked over at Dante again. 'I can't leave him.' 

With a tired sigh, Nootau rolled Dante over onto his stomach, starting to slowly move the Growlithe onto his bloodied backside slowly, ignoring how his injured leg made it harder to do the job. But he would only continue further to make sure Dante got to some medicine to heal the wounds inflicted on him. 

At least, the wounds that Nootau knew didn’t speak like that parasite. 


Haha, there’s a couple layers to it. Have fun.

Well you can’t fool me that easily :) Your code is genius and smartly placed out from what I see, Gun. You took the time and patience to translate it through not one, but two (or three if you count english translation too) different layers of languages. One of which almost had me stuck for good.

Thanks a ton! :) Even if you didn’t intend it XD; I’ll send you what I have so far. What you wrote was pretty deep; it made a chill run up my spine even! 


I love decoding/breaking puzzles/riddles/codes. They are always fun. It’s rare that someone makes one anymore X) when I was little it was almost all the time I’d find word codes that need to be broken X3


A little gift art to welcome the new kickass PMDU-team, Vagabond! 
Cece, god damnit, YOU MAKE AWESOME CHARACTERS! I CANT RESIST ANYTHING YOU DO! ;;w;;

A little gift art to welcome the new kickass PMDU-team, Vagabond

Cece, god damnit, YOU MAKE AWESOME CHARACTERS! I CANT RESIST ANYTHING YOU DO! ;;w;;


moonlight-cascades asked: "'Quite an intriguing area.' Nootau thought to himself as he came to a halt at a boulder's ledge. He sniffed the air while closing his eyes, sensing the souls that thrummed in his mind. But he managed to hear the throb of a larger, living creature. Canine. It sounded...distraught? At the distance he was at, he could hardly tell. A frown itched over his lips. 'Best check it out, perhaps.' He thought, jumping down the ledge and heading in the direction of the soulbeat."

pmducompassrose:

moonlight-cascades:

pmducompassrose:

(Ah, this should be interesting, haha. Dante’s soul is, erm, interesting.)

Dante was following his usual morning routine.

Somewhat.

He had risen later than usual, his circadian cycle was a wreck. It felt like he was jet-lagged and this was evident in his sluggish movements.

His head was held low and bags were present under his eyes. Sleeping soundly had been an issue for some time now, and try as he might, he could not shake off his soured demeanor.

Greeting the day with a smile would have been the first thing he did to start his routine, but he didn’t even have the energy for that.

He had already come some distance away from his home, having left Black Cat behind to guard the place. Though valuables weren’t many and not exactly of any high quality, thievery was something he wanted to avoid.

After a moment of having his mind drone about last night’s nightmare, the canine ground to a halt.

His ear flicked to the noisy movements of someone quickly trouncing their way through Andalusst’s foresty outskirts.

His snout wrinkled into a discontent scowl. Dealing with others right now wasn’t high on his list of priorities, given his current state of being, but they were still coming.

He stood firm, letting the fur of his hackles rise and a growl emanate from the back of his gullet. His head turned towards the oncoming piece of work that would either brighten up or completely ruin his day.

Nootau struggled to keep the heavier canine ‘mon down, snarling only more when he felt his stomach be raked at. He used his own hind legs to try throwing down Dante’s, but it was difficult in this form. Had he been the size of how old he truly was, things would be a lot different.

Instead, Nootau punched and threw off Dante’s forepaws and reeled his head back.

"Wake up!" 

He headbutted Dante hard enough that his “third eye” jewel smashed and met with bone with a jarrring thud. And although Nootau probably didn’t know it, in the moment the force of their heads collided together sent a cold shockwave from his jewel into Dante’s soul.

Hot sparks danced over his eyes as he tried to not throw up from the force. He dug his claws into skin to hold him down, blood dripping from his open maw.

The gem that collided with his forehead sent more than a strange shockwave that rattled the soul. It sent enough force to jostle the grey cerebral soup betwixt his ears in its own skull bowl.

Dante immediately went numb as a result, eyes rolling back in his head and going half-lidded. His incessant thrashing stopped within seconds, though his nerves were still on fire and blood continued to drain from his person.

After days of having no rest, it was finally forced on the canidae’s body, grinding all activity to a halt.

Had Dante not been the sturdy warrior that he was, the headbutt could have resulted in more than just a K.O. A chest rising and falling with breathing, albeit uneven, signaled he was still very much alive, if not in a state just a level above comatose.

As for the shockwave, it began to produce sparks along his chest. They weren’t of the electrical sort, no, and they did not exist on the plane of the living.

They were dancing, frolicking, along the unconscious fighter’s orange hide.

The air was quick to drop in temperature as the dog’s soul seemed to split in two. One small little ember, the other a roaring black flame that devoured the former seconds after being forced from it. Once back in control, it gripped the smaller soul greedily.

(Damn, terribly sorry for the long delay in replying.)

With a startled gasp, Nootau’s eyes snapped open.

'Where….where am I?' He thought, looking around. it was completely black where he was, but he could hear many things. Muffled thrums and groans. It was oddly cold where he was. 

'I must…I might be in—' his train of thought was halted when he turned around and saw a little ember of a soul. He smiled. 'This must be Dante's…wait, what's—?!' He reeled back when something seemingly darker than the black around him, latched onto Dante’s little ember. 

"H-Hey!" He barked, but was horrified when the soul merged and greedily latched back onto the orange soul. He snarled, his green-orange eyes flashing like newly alight flames. 

"Sica kaga mahetaha na wakȟáŋšiča othí, yuškÁ is na iyáyeyA!” He snarled deeply, his fangs enveloped in flames as he chanted. Nootau spat out a large orb of a Hidden Power, watching it collide and practically shred through the black substance. 

Even though he was deaf on the outside, in here, he could hear what he thought was demented and distorted shrills, maddening noises from he hoped the black orb that made his fur stick up.

(( Sica kaga mahetaha na wakȟáŋšiča othí, yuškÁ is na iyáyeyA!Evil & wicked demon from within and the devil’s hell, release him and begone!

Sorry for the late response XD; I haven’t been online really for almost four days -shot- btw this is really getting interesting! :) ))


Wow…
Just….just wow. I come back to such….negativity drama. I mean just….wow. and I’m damn please for those who stuck up for Wish and debunk him like that. Only wish I could’ve done so too in time.

But damn. I had to take a step back when I read what I just read.


Okay now i’m just fucking pissed at everything and upset.

God why do I even try. 

posted 3 days ago

moonlight-cascades asked: "'Quite an intriguing area.' Nootau thought to himself as he came to a halt at a boulder's ledge. He sniffed the air while closing his eyes, sensing the souls that thrummed in his mind. But he managed to hear the throb of a larger, living creature. Canine. It sounded...distraught? At the distance he was at, he could hardly tell. A frown itched over his lips. 'Best check it out, perhaps.' He thought, jumping down the ledge and heading in the direction of the soulbeat."

pmducompassrose:

moonlight-cascades:

pmducompassrose:

(Ah, this should be interesting, haha. Dante’s soul is, erm, interesting.)

Dante was following his usual morning routine.

Somewhat.

He had risen later than usual, his circadian cycle was a wreck. It felt like he was jet-lagged and this was evident in his sluggish movements.

His head was held low and bags were present under his eyes. Sleeping soundly had been an issue for some time now, and try as he might, he could not shake off his soured demeanor.

Greeting the day with a smile would have been the first thing he did to start his routine, but he didn’t even have the energy for that.

He had already come some distance away from his home, having left Black Cat behind to guard the place. Though valuables weren’t many and not exactly of any high quality, thievery was something he wanted to avoid.

After a moment of having his mind drone about last night’s nightmare, the canine ground to a halt.

His ear flicked to the noisy movements of someone quickly trouncing their way through Andalusst’s foresty outskirts.

His snout wrinkled into a discontent scowl. Dealing with others right now wasn’t high on his list of priorities, given his current state of being, but they were still coming.

He stood firm, letting the fur of his hackles rise and a growl emanate from the back of his gullet. His head turned towards the oncoming piece of work that would either brighten up or completely ruin his day.

Nootau’s eyes widened in horror. ‘By Arceus…’ he thought gravely.

"Dante snap out of it!" He shouted, colliding with the Growlithe, only to toss him away, making sure to keep his neck out of the pup’s fangs. "Damnit, Dante, snap out of it!" He tried again, lashing out and slashed his claws over Dante’s other cheek, three ugly claw marks that dripped with blood left behind. 

Dante’s shoulder hit the ground hard upon impact. He bounced once, only to feel pinned beneath the Absol’s puny weight.

As the Absol’s claws scored fresh blood, his teeth gnashed together, nipping at the air where the lucky paw once was. Upon missing, he proceeded to kick and grind his hind legs against the Absol’s gut to brush him off and give additional damage.

His flexible neck twisted this way and that as his torso worked to pry himself loose, like a mouse from beneath a cat’s iron grip.

Nootau struggled to keep the heavier canine ‘mon down, snarling only more when he felt his stomach be raked at. He used his own hind legs to try throwing down Dante’s, but it was difficult in this form. Had he been the size of how old he truly was, things would be a lot different.

Instead, Nootau punched and threw off Dante’s forepaws and reeled his head back.

"Wake up!" 

He headbutted Dante hard enough that his “third eye” jewel smashed and met with bone with a jarrring thud. And although Nootau probably didn’t know it, in the moment the force of their heads collided together sent a cold shockwave from his jewel into Dante’s soul.

Hot sparks danced over his eyes as he tried to not throw up from the force. He dug his claws into skin to hold him down, blood dripping from his open maw.


moonlight-cascades asked: "'Quite an intriguing area.' Nootau thought to himself as he came to a halt at a boulder's ledge. He sniffed the air while closing his eyes, sensing the souls that thrummed in his mind. But he managed to hear the throb of a larger, living creature. Canine. It sounded...distraught? At the distance he was at, he could hardly tell. A frown itched over his lips. 'Best check it out, perhaps.' He thought, jumping down the ledge and heading in the direction of the soulbeat."

pmducompassrose:

moonlight-cascades:

pmducompassrose:

(Ah, this should be interesting, haha. Dante’s soul is, erm, interesting.)

Dante was following his usual morning routine.

Somewhat.

He had risen later than usual, his circadian cycle was a wreck. It felt like he was jet-lagged and this was evident in his sluggish movements.

His head was held low and bags were present under his eyes. Sleeping soundly had been an issue for some time now, and try as he might, he could not shake off his soured demeanor.

Greeting the day with a smile would have been the first thing he did to start his routine, but he didn’t even have the energy for that.

He had already come some distance away from his home, having left Black Cat behind to guard the place. Though valuables weren’t many and not exactly of any high quality, thievery was something he wanted to avoid.

After a moment of having his mind drone about last night’s nightmare, the canine ground to a halt.

His ear flicked to the noisy movements of someone quickly trouncing their way through Andalusst’s foresty outskirts.

His snout wrinkled into a discontent scowl. Dealing with others right now wasn’t high on his list of priorities, given his current state of being, but they were still coming.

He stood firm, letting the fur of his hackles rise and a growl emanate from the back of his gullet. His head turned towards the oncoming piece of work that would either brighten up or completely ruin his day.

He had only one shot.

Nootau stumbled back, his eyes flushed over with orange. He dug deep within himself, his claws digging into the dirt as well. He could feel the same fire he held within himself. ‘I may die in the end.’ He reminded himself, but he also knew in his heart he wouldn’t go down without giving it one last shot. 

Orbs of fire exploded in the air, burning bigger and bigger till all seemed to be united as one. He snarled loudly as the Hidden Power inferno collided with the Heat Wave. 

Nootau could practically feel his skin starting to burn away along with his fur. Both his attack and Dante’s seemed to match, but he could see his Hidden Power was slowing down, bringing the heat closer to his side.

In just an instant, Nootau saw what appeared to be a spark between the blazing fire. A spark he saw many times when it became too much. In almost slow motion, he saw it shrink, only to grow back up, only getting larger like an uncontrolled balloon.

Nootau managed to jump slightly out of the way before the explosion wave sent him several meters back with a force so strong he was sure Dante felt it too and had the wind knock out of him. 

He barrel rolled twice before finding his paws underneath him and gripped to the ground, skidding back further. His lungs burned from the heat, his body sizzling from the little embers that were on his pelt. He failed to realize his hind leg was red and slightly burned.

"Dante!" He howled in rage, his voice shaking the forest. “You seem to be enjoying the pain you are inflicting on others! Do you so desperately wish to burn me to nothing?! When I only was trying to help you in the first place, damnit!" He hissed viciously.


The temperature rose dramatically as the explosion shot out in every direction, much like the Heat Wave that had contributed to make it. It was such a welcome, alluring feeling.

It tantalized his sense of touch, making him lean forward on his toes before the shockwave began to push him back. Unlike Nootau, he would not be receiving any grievous wounds from the fire.

Rather, he started to glow with a rampant orange aura as his Flash Fire Ability activated. Then, he was engulfed in smoke.

Under the curtain of the dark clouds, he could feel his lips rip apart, the ends of his mouth curling upwards into a crooked and toothy grin.

This wasn’t one of his stupid, happy-go-lucky smiles, no. This one was rather menacing, borderline demented.

The muscles that ran along his jaw were tight and ached like the rest of him. Not being in top form, the depletion of stamina from a lack of sleep and overall starvation was starting to catch up.

He exhaled a wheeze as the smoke began to clear. He began to stride towards the victimized Absol, driven to finish what was started.

He was staring right at Nootau as he passed through the swirling wisps, though it didn’t seem like he was truly looking, as if Nootau were something else.

Nootau was just another innocent to slaughter. Nootau’s blood was leaking from his jaws. Nootau’s stench was clinging to his sweaty body.

No words were passed as he advanced, his short walking strides hastening into trotting steps. Soon he was bolting across the glade, drops of blood falling from his open, smiling mouth.

Nootau’s eyes widened in horror. ‘By Arceus…’ he thought gravely.

"Dante snap out of it!" He shouted, colliding with the Growlithe, only to toss him away, making sure to keep his neck out of the pup’s fangs. "Damnit, Dante, snap out of it!" He tried again, lashing out and slashed his claws over Dante’s other cheek, three ugly claw marks that dripped with blood left behind. 


moonlight-cascades asked: "'Quite an intriguing area.' Nootau thought to himself as he came to a halt at a boulder's ledge. He sniffed the air while closing his eyes, sensing the souls that thrummed in his mind. But he managed to hear the throb of a larger, living creature. Canine. It sounded...distraught? At the distance he was at, he could hardly tell. A frown itched over his lips. 'Best check it out, perhaps.' He thought, jumping down the ledge and heading in the direction of the soulbeat."

pmducompassrose:

moonlight-cascades:

pmducompassrose:

(Ah, this should be interesting, haha. Dante’s soul is, erm, interesting.)

Dante was following his usual morning routine.

Somewhat.

He had risen later than usual, his circadian cycle was a wreck. It felt like he was jet-lagged and this was evident in his sluggish movements.

His head was held low and bags were present under his eyes. Sleeping soundly had been an issue for some time now, and try as he might, he could not shake off his soured demeanor.

Greeting the day with a smile would have been the first thing he did to start his routine, but he didn’t even have the energy for that.

He had already come some distance away from his home, having left Black Cat behind to guard the place. Though valuables weren’t many and not exactly of any high quality, thievery was something he wanted to avoid.

After a moment of having his mind drone about last night’s nightmare, the canine ground to a halt.

His ear flicked to the noisy movements of someone quickly trouncing their way through Andalusst’s foresty outskirts.

His snout wrinkled into a discontent scowl. Dealing with others right now wasn’t high on his list of priorities, given his current state of being, but they were still coming.

He stood firm, letting the fur of his hackles rise and a growl emanate from the back of his gullet. His head turned towards the oncoming piece of work that would either brighten up or completely ruin his day.

(Whew! Okay! XD for a second I was worried I was being too violent, cause I love doing these scenes)

Nootau felt like he was back on the battlefield. One time had it all been where he fought with such violence like this; tooth and claw. Blood coated the ground like large droplets of rain. His already red claws were colored further with the rich scent of blood, his shiny pelt dulled by sprinkles of the thick liquid that dripped from his wounds, small or big. He only shrugged them off to focus more at his opponent.

But now, he fought this stranger as if it was to the death. Whenever he tripped, Nootau would shed his blood. When Nootau tripped, Dante would do the same to him. Blow after blow, yet neither one seemed to be willing to give up.

Nootau’s eyes widened slightly when the air exploded with hot sparks of electricity, all dancing and causing his fur to raise up like needles. He countered with his Quick Attack, slashing and going for Dante’s legs, hoping to either break a paw or deal enough pain where he would gain the upper advantaged. At one point, Nootau bit down at the base of Dante’s tail while dodging his Wild Charge. 

This fight would not end so easily on either of their parts. That he knew. Thus, he became more fearless and less hesitant on hurting the pup. 

Dante had long-since ditched any reservations on bringing harm to Nootau. As they zipped about, he aimed for any exposed vital area he could find, though he just barely snagging more fur and perhaps scoring a bit of flesh.

As the battle turned high speed, he switched his focus to the legs, much like his opponents, but all that was gotten were insignificant nicks dripping yet more blood.

This was a stalemate. The Absol could match his Close Combat blow for blow with Counter and could keep up with his speed with Quick Attack.

What had he seen earli—

Fire.

Dante skid to a halt and lifted his maw to let loose a wild howl. His body radiated heat without the glow. In a split-second, a circular wave of pure heat shot out for Nootau, threatening to sizzle the Absol alive.

He had only one shot.

Nootau stumbled back, his eyes flushed over with orange. He dug deep within himself, his claws digging into the dirt as well. He could feel the same fire he held within himself. ‘I may die in the end.’ He reminded himself, but he also knew in his heart he wouldn’t go down without giving it one last shot. 

Orbs of fire exploded in the air, burning bigger and bigger till all seemed to be united as one. He snarled loudly as the Hidden Power inferno collided with the Heat Wave. 

Nootau could practically feel his skin starting to burn away along with his fur. Both his attack and Dante’s seemed to match, but he could see his Hidden Power was slowing down, bringing the heat closer to his side.

In just an instant, Nootau saw what appeared to be a spark between the blazing fire. A spark he saw many times when it became too much. In almost slow motion, he saw it shrink, only to grow back up, only getting larger like an uncontrolled balloon.

Nootau managed to jump slightly out of the way before the explosion wave sent him several meters back with a force so strong he was sure Dante felt it too and had the wind knock out of him. 

He barrel rolled twice before finding his paws underneath him and gripped to the ground, skidding back further. His lungs burned from the heat, his body sizzling from the little embers that were on his pelt. He failed to realize his hind leg was red and slightly burned.

"Dante!" He howled in rage, his voice shaking the forest. “You seem to be enjoying the pain you are inflicting on others! Do you so desperately wish to burn me to nothing?! When I only was trying to help you in the first place, damnit!" He hissed viciously.


moonlight-cascades asked: "'Quite an intriguing area.' Nootau thought to himself as he came to a halt at a boulder's ledge. He sniffed the air while closing his eyes, sensing the souls that thrummed in his mind. But he managed to hear the throb of a larger, living creature. Canine. It sounded...distraught? At the distance he was at, he could hardly tell. A frown itched over his lips. 'Best check it out, perhaps.' He thought, jumping down the ledge and heading in the direction of the soulbeat."

pmducompassrose:

moonlight-cascades:

pmducompassrose:

(Ah, this should be interesting, haha. Dante’s soul is, erm, interesting.)

Dante was following his usual morning routine.

Somewhat.

He had risen later than usual, his circadian cycle was a wreck. It felt like he was jet-lagged and this was evident in his sluggish movements.

His head was held low and bags were present under his eyes. Sleeping soundly had been an issue for some time now, and try as he might, he could not shake off his soured demeanor.

Greeting the day with a smile would have been the first thing he did to start his routine, but he didn’t even have the energy for that.

He had already come some distance away from his home, having left Black Cat behind to guard the place. Though valuables weren’t many and not exactly of any high quality, thievery was something he wanted to avoid.

After a moment of having his mind drone about last night’s nightmare, the canine ground to a halt.

His ear flicked to the noisy movements of someone quickly trouncing their way through Andalusst’s foresty outskirts.

His snout wrinkled into a discontent scowl. Dealing with others right now wasn’t high on his list of priorities, given his current state of being, but they were still coming.

He stood firm, letting the fur of his hackles rise and a growl emanate from the back of his gullet. His head turned towards the oncoming piece of work that would either brighten up or completely ruin his day.

Nootau gritted his teeth at his horn being bitten, but what threw him off was the sheer strength in which was used to lift him up and around the Growlithe. Only did his instincts save him from taking serious damage by relaxing his muscles and taking the hit. When muscles relaxed, the shock absorbing is far greater from which they are taunt. But that didn’t stop a loud pained snarl from rising out of his lips.
For a moment he laid there, teetering against black dots that were behind his eyelids. But the rage he felt suddenly burst outwards. His pelt became shrouded with a red hue, his eyes snapping open. His claws shot out, the feel of skin meeting each tip as he tore at Dante’s chest. His Counter caused him to latch onto Dante’s muzzle, his teeth grinding through skin and hitting bone. He stared at Dante’s smoldering eyes not even a full second it seemed before the runt, using what his fangs lodged into as leverage, swung Dante off his paws. Using the momentum, Nootau moved in a circular movement, wincing as he slammed Dante into a boulder with immense strength and adrenaline pulsing in his veins. (how are you liking this so far, Gun? Is it okay for your tastes?)

(I’m all for violence, so this works.)

They fell into a clash of claws and teeth, a true dog-on-dog fight. Blood was splattered against the ground as the two young males continued to viciously bite and claw.

Dante’s Close Combat met Nootau’s Counter blow for blow, taking the brunt of the assault without showing signs of slowing or stopping. If anything, he was just absorbing it as if it were all fun and second nature to be this volatile.

It fueled the furnace in his belly, prepping another Heat Wave when need be, but there was something else cooking up inside. His mind blurred into numbness while his muscles kept pushing his claws and teeth to rake against every viable inch of Nootau’s flesh.

He rolled in bit of nostalgia; this was taking him back to some darker days he had left behind and tucked away in hopes of forgetting.

He had nearly forgotten how good it felt to let loose, to let his self-restraint just… go.

He was getting drunk with the tangy smell of sweat and the coppery fragrance of blood. Whatever droplets he had of the latter in his mouth was swished around between gory bites, starting to create a voracious appetite.

The need to sate his hunger surged and coursed through his hot blood. A reaction occurred with electricity sparking along his bristled hide. He shot back in a single, fluid motion.

Powered by a Wild Charge, he proceeded to start zipping across their battlefield, making several attempts to pummel Nootau in blind spots and doing his best to evade any counterattacks that would come his way.

(Whew! Okay! XD for a second I was worried I was being too violent, cause I love doing these scenes)

Nootau felt like he was back on the battlefield. One time had it all been where he fought with such violence like this; tooth and claw. Blood coated the ground like large droplets of rain. His already red claws were colored further with the rich scent of blood, his shiny pelt dulled by sprinkles of the thick liquid that dripped from his wounds, small or big. He only shrugged them off to focus more at his opponent.

But now, he fought this stranger as if it was to the death. Whenever he tripped, Nootau would shed his blood. When Nootau tripped, Dante would do the same to him. Blow after blow, yet neither one seemed to be willing to give up.

Nootau’s eyes widened slightly when the air exploded with hot sparks of electricity, all dancing and causing his fur to raise up like needles. He countered with his Quick Attack, slashing and going for Dante’s legs, hoping to either break a paw or deal enough pain where he would gain the upper advantaged. At one point, Nootau bit down at the base of Dante’s tail while dodging his Wild Charge. 

This fight would not end so easily on either of their parts. That he knew. Thus, he became more fearless and less hesitant on hurting the pup. 


moonlight-cascades asked: "'Quite an intriguing area.' Nootau thought to himself as he came to a halt at a boulder's ledge. He sniffed the air while closing his eyes, sensing the souls that thrummed in his mind. But he managed to hear the throb of a larger, living creature. Canine. It sounded...distraught? At the distance he was at, he could hardly tell. A frown itched over his lips. 'Best check it out, perhaps.' He thought, jumping down the ledge and heading in the direction of the soulbeat."

pmducompassrose:

moonlight-cascades:

pmducompassrose:

(Ah, this should be interesting, haha. Dante’s soul is, erm, interesting.)

Dante was following his usual morning routine.

Somewhat.

He had risen later than usual, his circadian cycle was a wreck. It felt like he was jet-lagged and this was evident in his sluggish movements.

His head was held low and bags were present under his eyes. Sleeping soundly had been an issue for some time now, and try as he might, he could not shake off his soured demeanor.

Greeting the day with a smile would have been the first thing he did to start his routine, but he didn’t even have the energy for that.

He had already come some distance away from his home, having left Black Cat behind to guard the place. Though valuables weren’t many and not exactly of any high quality, thievery was something he wanted to avoid.

After a moment of having his mind drone about last night’s nightmare, the canine ground to a halt.

His ear flicked to the noisy movements of someone quickly trouncing their way through Andalusst’s foresty outskirts.

His snout wrinkled into a discontent scowl. Dealing with others right now wasn’t high on his list of priorities, given his current state of being, but they were still coming.

He stood firm, letting the fur of his hackles rise and a growl emanate from the back of his gullet. His head turned towards the oncoming piece of work that would either brighten up or completely ruin his day.

Nootau winced as hot flashes of pain raced over his head. He could feel some blood dripping onto his nose, making him wretch mentally. But his body was like a wall in this form, and wouldn’t fall easily. The Absol wouldn’t run away or be feared by another so simply.

Snarling, the flames in his mouth doused away in order for his fangs to puncture through fur and skin of Dante’s shoulder, lifting him up into the air. Nootau snarled when the blood coated over his tongue. He could practically taste Dante’s seemingly deranged soul through his blood. But tasting something that wasn’t to be prey, unlike a Ratatta, made his stomach curl in disgust nonetheless.


In the sea of his seething rage, Dante’s instincts could tell his opponent was no pushover — but certainly not much of a threat.

Nootau was certainly strong for a little runt, but most Absol were renowned for their offensive prowess.

If only the same could be said for their defenses.

Using the momentum against Nootau, Dante kicked off his hind legs before they could leave the ground to swing up and over the Absol’s head with the intent to off-set his balance.

His teeth sought that lopsided horn the runt possessed to anchor himself and tip the scale of leverage in his favour.

Once his back paws met with the ground, he kept the fray going by bending his back to send Nootau over his own head this time, and then followed up with the attempt to slam the Absol right into the earth.

The movements were all fueled by adrenaline and Close Combat pushing his muscles; the smell of perspiration was already lingering on the air and it made him heated and thirsty for more.

Nootau gritted his teeth at his horn being bitten, but what threw him off was the sheer strength in which was used to lift him up and around the Growlithe. Only did his instincts save him from taking serious damage by relaxing his muscles and taking the hit. When muscles relaxed, the shock absorbing is far greater from which they are taunt. But that didn’t stop a loud pained snarl from rising out of his lips.

For a moment he laid there, teetering against black dots that were behind his eyelids. But the rage he felt suddenly burst outwards. His pelt became shrouded with a red hue, his eyes snapping open. His claws shot out, the feel of skin meeting each tip as he tore at Dante’s chest. His Counter caused him to latch onto Dante’s muzzle, his teeth grinding through skin and hitting bone. He stared at Dante’s smoldering eyes not even a full second it seemed before the runt, using what his fangs lodged into as leverage, swung Dante off his paws. Using the momentum, Nootau moved in a circular movement, wincing as he slammed Dante into a boulder with immense strength and adrenaline pulsing in his veins. (how are you liking this so far, Gun? Is it okay for your tastes?)

moonlight-cascades asked: "'Quite an intriguing area.' Nootau thought to himself as he came to a halt at a boulder's ledge. He sniffed the air while closing his eyes, sensing the souls that thrummed in his mind. But he managed to hear the throb of a larger, living creature. Canine. It sounded...distraught? At the distance he was at, he could hardly tell. A frown itched over his lips. 'Best check it out, perhaps.' He thought, jumping down the ledge and heading in the direction of the soulbeat."

pmducompassrose:

moonlight-cascades:

pmducompassrose:

(Ah, this should be interesting, haha. Dante’s soul is, erm, interesting.)

Dante was following his usual morning routine.

Somewhat.

He had risen later than usual, his circadian cycle was a wreck. It felt like he was jet-lagged and this was evident in his sluggish movements.

His head was held low and bags were present under his eyes. Sleeping soundly had been an issue for some time now, and try as he might, he could not shake off his soured demeanor.

Greeting the day with a smile would have been the first thing he did to start his routine, but he didn’t even have the energy for that.

He had already come some distance away from his home, having left Black Cat behind to guard the place. Though valuables weren’t many and not exactly of any high quality, thievery was something he wanted to avoid.

After a moment of having his mind drone about last night’s nightmare, the canine ground to a halt.

His ear flicked to the noisy movements of someone quickly trouncing their way through Andalusst’s foresty outskirts.

His snout wrinkled into a discontent scowl. Dealing with others right now wasn’t high on his list of priorities, given his current state of being, but they were still coming.

He stood firm, letting the fur of his hackles rise and a growl emanate from the back of his gullet. His head turned towards the oncoming piece of work that would either brighten up or completely ruin his day.

Rather than trying to dodge the attack, Nootau curled a paw, his claws lengthening out more, and lashed out, hard and fast, hitting Dante dead center on his left cheek. Nootau almost wanted to roll his eyes. ‘He’s gone now unfortunately. He’s gonna hate me after this.’ He thought, stepping away. 

"Fine." He whispered.

Then he gave a loud, menacing snarl and rose his deformed tail up, high and fearless, his eyes brightened up with flickers of bright orange —almost white— flames that rose from his own fangs. The shiny lowered himself into a fighting stance, his muscles taunt and ready to spring if needed.

Dante’s head cranked to the side as he received a clawed smack to the cheek. Sadly, it would not be bringing him to his senses, but it did elicit a hiss. Steam seemed to pour from the vent that was his mouth as his cancelled Heat Wave swirled around the two combatants before fizzling out.

He simply straightened himself out as if wholly unfazed by the Absol’s meager attack. Even so, lines of fire made themselves known by dripping cold, fresh blood along his once fine hairs.

Neglecting the lacerations, Dante reared up on his hind legs as he lunged, aiming to strike Nootau squarely along the forehead. Should the initial strike fail, he had another blast of fire ready to back it up, the flames dancing visibly and thickly in his gaping jaw.

Nootau winced as hot flashes of pain raced over his head. He could feel some blood dripping onto his nose, making him wretch mentally. But his body was like a wall in this form, and wouldn’t fall easily. The Absol wouldn’t run away or be feared by another so simply.

Snarling, the flames in his mouth doused away in order for his fangs to puncture through fur and skin of Dante’s shoulder, lifting him up into the air. Nootau snarled when the blood coated over his tongue. He could practically taste Dante’s seemingly deranged soul through his blood. But tasting something that wasn’t to be prey, unlike a Ratatta, made his stomach curl in disgust nonetheless.


moonlight-cascades asked: "'Quite an intriguing area.' Nootau thought to himself as he came to a halt at a boulder's ledge. He sniffed the air while closing his eyes, sensing the souls that thrummed in his mind. But he managed to hear the throb of a larger, living creature. Canine. It sounded...distraught? At the distance he was at, he could hardly tell. A frown itched over his lips. 'Best check it out, perhaps.' He thought, jumping down the ledge and heading in the direction of the soulbeat."

pmducompassrose:

moonlight-cascades:

pmducompassrose:

(Ah, this should be interesting, haha. Dante’s soul is, erm, interesting.)

Dante was following his usual morning routine.

Somewhat.

He had risen later than usual, his circadian cycle was a wreck. It felt like he was jet-lagged and this was evident in his sluggish movements.

His head was held low and bags were present under his eyes. Sleeping soundly had been an issue for some time now, and try as he might, he could not shake off his soured demeanor.

Greeting the day with a smile would have been the first thing he did to start his routine, but he didn’t even have the energy for that.

He had already come some distance away from his home, having left Black Cat behind to guard the place. Though valuables weren’t many and not exactly of any high quality, thievery was something he wanted to avoid.

After a moment of having his mind drone about last night’s nightmare, the canine ground to a halt.

His ear flicked to the noisy movements of someone quickly trouncing their way through Andalusst’s foresty outskirts.

His snout wrinkled into a discontent scowl. Dealing with others right now wasn’t high on his list of priorities, given his current state of being, but they were still coming.

He stood firm, letting the fur of his hackles rise and a growl emanate from the back of his gullet. His head turned towards the oncoming piece of work that would either brighten up or completely ruin his day.

Nootau stiffened and jumped away, glad that only a few tuffs of his fluffy fur was pulled as he stepped away. “Stop! Have you lost your mind?” He exclaimed, refusing to step up into a fighting position.

'Will he charge again?' He thought, his lip curling slightly, though he kept his tail in its current position of being leveled. He would fight if he had no other choice, but he would not bow down in submission so easily.

Dante turned his head to the side to spit out the clumps of fur he had scored off of Nootau’s alabaster hide. His tongue lulled several times out of his mouth to get rid of the taste. He had never exactly enjoyed the flavor of fur, it wasn’t like the tantalizing taste of flesh and muscle and sinew.

Snapping his cranium back towards Nootau, his mouth contorted into another snarl. His tail lifted again, signaling that he wasn’t through with the Absol.

A savage sound was emitted from the back of his throat once more, this time accompanied by motes of fire that threatened to ignite into a flame. Once they fizzled out, he lunged once more, this time coating the air with a thick pillar of fire.

Rather than trying to dodge the attack, Nootau curled a paw, his claws lengthening out more, and lashed out, hard and fast, hitting Dante dead center on his left cheek. Nootau almost wanted to roll his eyes. ‘He’s gone now unfortunately. He’s gonna hate me after this.’ He thought, stepping away. 

"Fine." He whispered.

Then he gave a loud, menacing snarl and rose his deformed tail up, high and fearless, his eyes brightened up with flickers of bright orange —almost white— flames that rose from his own fangs. The shiny lowered himself into a fighting stance, his muscles taunt and ready to spring if needed.