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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 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.


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.

The dominant part of Nootau wished to come forth and show he would not back down easily. However, Nootau knew if he snarled now, he wouldn’t be able to help the Growlithe. But he continued to walk forth, till he was no more than a few feet from him. He gazed back, his eyes just as intense.

"You lie. And I cannot let myself leave you in this condition so naively. It goes against of how I was taught as a Shaman." He slowly moved around the Growlithe. "Aside from that, I wouldn’t leave either way. You’re hurt. Externally, you appear nothing more than a little tired and cranky had you fooled with that smile prior successfully. But internally, your soul concerns me. And although I cannot see your mind, I can guess, and I guess something dark is stabbing you with haunting things that make you even more paranoid. Is that true?" He said, narrowing his eyes.

Dante’s lips pulled back far enough to explicitly show gums. His teeth flashed and clicked at his barked and bit at the air.

Nootau was pressing the subject too harshly. He wasn’t going to stand for it.

His chassis bowed low to the ground as he began to circle the runt of an Absol. Ears laid flat as fur rose, his toes spread along the loam with each painstakingly slow step, his tail remained high.

Not another moment passed before he lunged, wide-eyed, aiming to sink his fangs right into Nootau’s scrawny little neck.

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.


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. Was it just him…or did he see something in Dante’s soul…was it the dark specks that were slowly growing over his soul? He couldn’t be that certain; not with Dante eyes looking at him like that.

The shiny’s own eyes visibly shifted colors, orange merging over the green till the green was the specks around his pupils.

"There’s something messing with you, Dante." he growled, his voice deeper. "And I don’t think it’s gonna stop until you’re drained. Or something similar to that." He said, walking slowly forward. "Let me help."

The Growlithe’s ears flicked to the sound of Nootau coming closer. His paw slipped from his eyes, fierce and intense as they fixated on the Absol.

His jaws opened wide, emitting a rather primeval bark. His hackles rose once more as he rose into a defensive poise. His tail flagged, an ancient signal amidst the canine kind that they would not let their dominance be contested.

"I’m fine!" Dante denied further as the back of his mind continued to replay those dark, terrible images.

His lips curled back, showing off the teeth that had met quite a few necks in his young life. Another feral bark came forward as he took a step closer to Nootau. He was starting to gauge just how Nootau was going to keep acting.

The dominant part of Nootau wished to come forth and show he would not back down easily. However, Nootau knew if he snarled now, he wouldn’t be able to help the Growlithe. But he continued to walk forth, till he was no more than a few feet from him. He gazed back, his eyes just as intense.

"You lie. And I cannot let myself leave you in this condition so naively. It goes against of how I was taught as a Shaman." He slowly moved around the Growlithe. "Aside from that, I wouldn’t leave either way. You’re hurt. Externally, you appear nothing more than a little tired and cranky had you fooled with that smile prior successfully. But internally, your soul concerns me. And although I cannot see your mind, I can guess, and I guess something dark is stabbing you with haunting things that make you even more paranoid. Is that true?" He said, narrowing his eyes.


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 stopped where he was. “Dante, you need to calm down. I’m not liking what I see in your soul. Let alone hear.” He said gravely. “You barely even register yourself.” He said, holding in a growl of worry. 

"What has befallen on you that makes you so ill, Dante?"

"I’m not sick," Dante denied, planting his ears against his skull. His brows knitted together as he squeezed his eyes shut. He tucked his chin against his chest fur.

Images were dancing through his head. They were graphic. Bloody. Gory.

Body parts were being flung to and fro. He could see himself dancing amongst them, caking his own fur in everyone else’s blood.

The paw that had been pressed to his chest found itself rubbing one of his temples. It felt like there was more pressure than what he was applying pounding on his head, like he was being hit with a sledgehammer over and over again.

A ghost of a smile sat on his features. “No, I’m not sick.”

Nootau’s eyes widened. Was it just him…or did he see something in Dante’s soul…was it the dark specks that were slowly growing over his soul? He couldn’t be that certain; not with Dante eyes looking at him like that.

The shiny’s own eyes visibly shifted colors, orange merging over the green till the green was the specks around his pupils.

"There’s something messing with you, Dante." he growled, his voice deeper. "And I don’t think it’s gonna stop until you’re drained. Or something similar to that." He said, walking slowly forward. "Let me help."


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:

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.

"You continue to lie."

It was no question; it was a statement.

Nootau knew far too well when a soul gave a very low, almost like a small quake, of a shudder, it was a lie that was trying to be bribing him. He sighed, his face briefly scrunching up in annoyance, but it quickly faded. 

"I presume the second strike of lying to me means that whatever bothers you must be far too great in a dark way for you to even remotely see to it that you confess the truth." Nootau stated aloud, reaching up and scratching his cheek with a claw. He closed his eyes. "Is that true, considering your soul also thrums with surprise at the realization of me hearing it? Let it be known that your soul, though it burns like the fire-type you are and as orange as your pelt, appears darkened like mold on damp wood. As if something haunts you. Or currently is still haunting you."

Perhaps he should’ve not been so blunt and—as Jade would’ve said—rude to this Growlithe, whom he has never even met. But Nootau was a shaman; from what he recalled, shamans of his tribe do not take lightly with words to a victim of dark times and sickness, whether it be physical, emotional, or mental. 

The Absol was a very straightforward customer, so very much to the point. And so very similar to another face he knew.

It wasn’t just in talent. It was in personality as well. Blunt and to the point, not one to beat around the bush or sugarcoat things.

Another twitch of the lower eye lid was given. Annoyance. Irritation. Those were a few words to describe what he was feeling.

Inside his chest, his heart was racing faster and faster, almost to the point where it felt like it would burst out of his chest in a gorey implosion. Something would inevitably crawl out of it, gangly and black — or was that just his soul flickering from a proper orange to something more sinister in shape and hue?

Dante’s pupils dilated as if suddenly treated to harsh light. Their rims grew rather wide.

"There’s nothing wrong," he repeated a second time, his tone rather shaky.

I’m fine. Of course I am, he reassured himself mentally.

Nootau’s narrowed slowly. “You are not well. What ill’s you so that it causes you to lie even to yourself of your health?” He muttered, standing up and taking a few steps forward. 

"What is your name, sir?" He asked.

"Dante…"

The word was spoken numbly, but quickly, so much so that he hardly registered that he had even uttered it. He blinked a few times, bringing him back to his own sense somewhat.

The Absol was coming closer.

Oh how he direly wished he had been in a better mood. He didn’t like being a Mr. Grouchypants.

Still, he flashed his yellowed teeth in a warning growl as he turned defensive again.

Nootau stopped where he was. “Dante, you need to calm down. I’m not liking what I see in your soul. Let alone hear.” He said gravely. “You barely even register yourself.” He said, holding in a growl of worry. 

"What has befallen on you that makes you so ill, Dante?"


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.

"You continue to lie."

It was no question; it was a statement.

Nootau knew far too well when a soul gave a very low, almost like a small quake, of a shudder, it was a lie that was trying to be bribing him. He sighed, his face briefly scrunching up in annoyance, but it quickly faded. 

"I presume the second strike of lying to me means that whatever bothers you must be far too great in a dark way for you to even remotely see to it that you confess the truth." Nootau stated aloud, reaching up and scratching his cheek with a claw. He closed his eyes. "Is that true, considering your soul also thrums with surprise at the realization of me hearing it? Let it be known that your soul, though it burns like the fire-type you are and as orange as your pelt, appears darkened like mold on damp wood. As if something haunts you. Or currently is still haunting you."

Perhaps he should’ve not been so blunt and—as Jade would’ve said—rude to this Growlithe, whom he has never even met. But Nootau was a shaman; from what he recalled, shamans of his tribe do not take lightly with words to a victim of dark times and sickness, whether it be physical, emotional, or mental. 

The Absol was a very straightforward customer, so very much to the point. And so very similar to another face he knew.

It wasn’t just in talent. It was in personality as well. Blunt and to the point, not one to beat around the bush or sugarcoat things.

Another twitch of the lower eye lid was given. Annoyance. Irritation. Those were a few words to describe what he was feeling.

Inside his chest, his heart was racing faster and faster, almost to the point where it felt like it would burst out of his chest in a gorey implosion. Something would inevitably crawl out of it, gangly and black — or was that just his soul flickering from a proper orange to something more sinister in shape and hue?

Dante’s pupils dilated as if suddenly treated to harsh light. Their rims grew rather wide.

"There’s nothing wrong," he repeated a second time, his tone rather shaky.

I’m fine. Of course I am, he reassured himself mentally.

Nootau’s narrowed slowly. “You are not well. What ill’s you so that it causes you to lie even to yourself of your health?” He muttered, standing up and taking a few steps forward. 

"What is your name, sir?" He asked.


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.

Watching the fire-canine’s actions carefully, Nootau calmly sat down, tilting his head to further observe the ‘mon. Average height, right build, unique features, though his personality that expressed out towards him currently was one of paranoid hesitation. But he knew it was the lack of sleep. He had been such way many a time before. The years of his curse left such a scar embedded inside of him that emerged during darker days. 

When that smile rose the dog’s lips, it irked him slightly. Now it was Nootau’s turn to frown deeply. “Sir, I do not believe lying will get you far when I read such words coming from that muzzle of yours.” He said, a little upset. He nodded, his gaze falling right to the center of the Growlithe’s chest.

"That, and I can hear your soul. Perhaps it is not for a deaf ‘mon like myself to be concern of, but I am wondering what has bother you so that you are fraught of sleep, sir." He said carefully, hoping not to scare off the ‘mon. 

Dante’s expression was strained upon hearing the second to last sentence that was spoken by his… company.

When the Absol’s eyes dropped down to his chest, his own did as well. He then pressed a paw against his chassis wherein his soul lay.

The Absol could hear his soul.

Could he see it as well?

His heart rate fluttered, quickening its pace. His soul was not something that should be seen, let alone heard.

He could feel his smile go jagged and a darkened lowered eye lid twitch. His demeanor turned fleeting as he turned, stepping away from the young Absol.

He was not afraid of the soul hearer, no. He could hold his own fairly well in a fight if the Absol threatened him. So far, nothing was very threatening, save for what would happen if he peeled back the flesh and bones to view the astral planes.

His digits grabbed a clump of his own chest fur and tightened. Had he any knuckles, they would have paled with how much energy was being used to grip his own fur.

"Nothing’s wrong, really. Just a case of…" he responded, his eyes darting to the ground as he tried to some up with a passable excuse, "… bedhair."

His faltering smile was quick to evolve into an enlargened, toothy grin as he pointed up at his tuft of fur. It wasn’t anymore messy and unkempt than it usually was.

"You continue to lie."

It was no question; it was a statement.

Nootau knew far too well when a soul gave a very low, almost like a small quake, of a shudder, it was a lie that was trying to be bribing him. He sighed, his face briefly scrunching up in annoyance, but it quickly faded. 

"I presume the second strike of lying to me means that whatever bothers you must be far too great in a dark way for you to even remotely see to it that you confess the truth." Nootau stated aloud, reaching up and scratching his cheek with a claw. He closed his eyes. "Is that true, considering your soul also thrums with surprise at the realization of me hearing it? Let it be known that your soul, though it burns like the fire-type you are and as orange as your pelt, appears darkened like mold on damp wood. As if something haunts you. Or currently is still haunting you."

Perhaps he should’ve not been so blunt and—as Jade would’ve said—rude to this Growlithe, whom he has never even met. But Nootau was a shaman; from what he recalled, shamans of his tribe do not take lightly with words to a victim of dark times and sickness, whether it be physical, emotional, or mental. 


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.

The shiny runt skidded to a halt when he saw a canine ‘mon ahead of him. Had he not seen him, surely he would’ve barged in front and caused unintentional damage. His green-orange eyes widened slightly in surprise at the greeting he was receiving. If he had ears like this ‘mon, they would’ve been erect and forward to signal further his curiosity. 

When he sense the same soul he had been seeking before burn with caution, he stood his ground, no more the shaky and nervous pup he had been in the months prior. Though at the same time, his deformed tail eased down more, almost touching the ground.

"Morning to you, sir." Nootau finally spoke, nodding politely. "I would ask how you have been biding thus far, sir, but it appears you have yet to obtain a meaningful amount of rest." he said bluntly, though to his own ears, it was a mildly dead thrum due to his deafness. 

He was realizing his own hostility. It wasn’t being reflected in the sphinx-like Pokémon that came to an abrupt halt in front of him. Rather, it was cautionary intrigue that kept the Absol from fleeing the moment he saw the threatening fixture of the young pup.

Dante’s eyes narrowed some. The action wasn’t a warning preceding a threat. In fact, no words were given at all as he gave the Absol’s shiny a coat a good once-over.

Something at the back of his mind tugged at his memory core, something was ringing a bell about the creature before him.

He knew for a fact he didn’t know this Absol. He had a fantastic memory when it came to names and faces, but still. There was something… reminiscent about the species itself, as well as the odd colouration,

While he was getting caught up in swarming thoughts, his aggression subsided on its own and his stance eased into something much looser. After a few moments of being dazed, he shook his head back into reality and rubbed one of his eyes with the back of his paw.

So. It was obvious he hadn’t been sleeping well. Having no mirror to view his own reflection, he wouldn’t have known what his outer appearance looked like at the time.

He frowned rather deeply, troubled by the notion that he wasn’t all chipper and carefree as he liked to be seen.

He was supposed to be the friendly neighbourhood best pal to everyone. At least, he was in a self-proclaimed aspect.

Looking back to the Absol, he forced a bright smile, albeit half-heartedly. “Oh, I’m quite alright,” he chimed as jubilantly as he could, though his tone fell flat of its usual whimsicality.

Watching the fire-canine’s actions carefully, Nootau calmly sat down, tilting his head to further observe the ‘mon. Average height, right build, unique features, though his personality that expressed out towards him currently was one of paranoid hesitation. But he knew it was the lack of sleep. He had been such way many a time before. The years of his curse left such a scar embedded inside of him that emerged during darker days. 

When that smile rose the dog’s lips, it irked him slightly. Now it was Nootau’s turn to frown deeply. “Sir, I do not believe lying will get you far when I read such words coming from that muzzle of yours.” He said, a little upset. He nodded, his gaze falling right to the center of the Growlithe’s chest.

"That, and I can hear your soul. Perhaps it is not for a deaf ‘mon like myself to be concern of, but I am wondering what has bother you so that you are fraught of sleep, sir." He said carefully, hoping not to scare off the ‘mon. 


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:

(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.

The shiny runt skidded to a halt when he saw a canine ‘mon ahead of him. Had he not seen him, surely he would’ve barged in front and caused unintentional damage. His green-orange eyes widened slightly in surprise at the greeting he was receiving. If he had ears like this ‘mon, they would’ve been erect and forward to signal further his curiosity. 

When he sense the same soul he had been seeking before burn with caution, he stood his ground, no more the shaky and nervous pup he had been in the months prior. Though at the same time, his deformed tail eased down more, almost touching the ground.

"Morning to you, sir." Nootau finally spoke, nodding politely. "I would ask how you have been biding thus far, sir, but it appears you have yet to obtain a meaningful amount of rest." he said bluntly, though to his own ears, it was a mildly dead thrum due to his deafness. 


tutyyr:

moonlight-cascades:

My teasing is evil. My jokes are sarcastic and blunt. Yet somehow I have friends that can bear those.

Something’s wrong with this picture.

Science has proven that people that can be sarcastic and snarky with each other without getting offended is one of the best types…

The times I absently am just sarcastic for no reason, people find it funny. When i ask what’s so funny, they just say “You. That’s what!” Without giving a further explanation. Drives me nuts. =_=


My teasing is evil. My jokes are sarcastic and blunt. Yet somehow I have friends that can bear those.

Something’s wrong with this picture.


lunarstarmoonlight:

My new background~ *w*

For those who follow me here and don’t know, my official art blog is here! Just finished up in changing some things around on it :3 

lunarstarmoonlight:

My new background~ *w*

For those who follow me here and don’t know, my official art blog is here! Just finished up in changing some things around on it :3 


"I may be dead and nothing to most, but I damn well try to be a something, and that takes a lot for a fighter who believes they are nothing."
— Quote by Me (Moonlight-Cascades)

moonlight-cascades asked: "I see. This is all very helpful. However, it's kinda (in my opinion, please don't be hurt) ironic, with the LanoraeGEAR!Arthur, where his bio and his 'mon's bios are very detailed. Are those kinds like an exception for you, Gun?"

tutyyr:

When I refer to references, I mean the drawn part. The written part, down in the artist’s description, is where I’m going to put all the details, so you can expect Artie’s ref to cover many details on his personality and the like in the written portion.

Furthermore, the drawn portion of Arthur’s LanoraeGEAR I consider more of an application for entry, not an actual reference. LanoraeGEAR!Arthur will probably never get a proper reference, but Corona, Osiris and Centauri might get basic ones.

By the way, I attended your stream — oh so sneakily — and managed to see ya draw Corona. x) Loved her expression, and she’d definitely act the way you portrayed her around Levi.


moonlight-cascades asked: "Do you like doing refs like that? Or is it a bit bothersome? I've wanted to try doing some...but never really knew how to have them laid out so organized (and i'm picky on the neatness XDD; )"

tutyyr:

I like doing references. I consider it part of character building. However, because I’m short on time, I can’t do them as often as I want to.

I tried doing them last year in… March? for Reaper Corp. characters, but I only managed to finish two, and now they’re outdated and need to be overhauled again.

Right now, I only have Arthur’s (the one I’m currently working on) to fuss over since he’s the only character I’m bringing into Terreanus for the moment, but you can expect more to come over time.

I suggest looking at how people set up their references. I’ve seen some very detailed refs that, while nice, probably don’t need to be so choc-ful of nitty-gritty detail unless absolutely necessary.

Personally, I try to use the reference as a basic guide to a character’s appearance. I’ll add in notes of certain characteristics and the like, but it’s usually brief and to the point, if not a little humourous.

I also tend to include a height chart if the character has more than one form (which Arthur has, so he’ll have a height chart) to show the difference in height.

I also tend to include a close-up of certain features like the eyes and mouth if necessary. Since Arthur’s eyes are relatively featureless in his beast form, I won’t include it there, but his beast form’s mouth will have a close up. If a character has an important item on hand, I’ll do close ups of those as well.

Lastly, I like to include what I call “vitals”, such as the character’s name, nationality, D.O.B., age, gender, etc. Sometimes I’ll add a paragraph or two on the character’s personality, but I tend to reserve stuff like that for the artist’s description.

I don’t like references that include so many paragraphs; it makes it look rather crowded and messy.

All in all, references should be a simple guide for a character, not something packed with as much detail as you can put on it. Keep it simple. Less is more, but be sure to include key points.