How about Azel? You can change the species but keep the four arms
Name: Azel Lywelle
Origin: unnamed village
Role: Yihier
Script: Azel is an unfortunate Lucario that fell into the Yihir curse. She is the sole survivor as her entire village was massacred by the Yihiers who were under Luca's command. Nowhere to go, Azel gave herself to the curse which bestowed her with two extra arms. Despite being under the violent curse, Azel is able to control her own conscience and now has anomaly abilities.
Azel chooses to be quiet about herself and plays the role as that's what fate is decided. Being able to control herself, she would show mercy to her victims, but might resort to eating if necessary. It's clearly hinted that she regrets with every choices she decides.
As being one of the cursed, she is deemed an enemy and targeted by the Council of Gods, where she would encounter Aries herself. Instead of killing her, Aries would spare her and force her to decide on which sides she would choose. He tells Azel that being a fully conscious Yihier is already a blessing, meaning that “God” gave her a second chance in life. Azel decides to go against Luca and tries to fight evil with her “gifted” powers.
The Autumn Leafeon held a satchel in his mouth with a few books in it, he had seen Canela drop her books and pick them up, he decided to walk over and chat.
Xeni: "Hello there, nice to meet you, I'm Xeni, I saw you had dropped your books a moment ago and wanted to give this to you."
He placed down his satchel and pulled a similar one from his bandana scarf. It was a little old and smelled like books. He offered it to Canela.
Xeni: "I just got a new one, and they're a big help when you have too many books to carry in your arms."
"But I won't say no to a free bag! I've been wanting a new one for work deliveries, but I'm trying to save my money and hold off on any extra purchases."
Canela puts her books down and tries to put the bag over her head. As the strap goes over her ears, it gets stuck on her hair.
"Oh uh...heehee oops."
She tugs at the strap to try and get it past her hair but stops, as she worries that she may accidentally rip the old bag. She looks at the Leafeon and smiles sheepishly.
"Uhm, I think I'll just fix it when I get back home. I think my Mom would be able to extend the length so I can use it properly!"
Canela starts folding up the bag as quick as she can, her face not changing much as she does so. Almost as if this is all muscle memory.
After patting her paws on her legs she gets up. "Uhm, thanks again! Maybe you should visit me at my family's bakery when it's open. I'd like to pay you back for this with a free treat."
Anonymous asked:
What's with the aggro, dude!?
Who the hell are you even talking to???
[ in reference to this ]
[ ID: A sequence of four grayscale drawings. The first two show Lief on his fours, looking very upset before calming down. The third shows Vahni on the floor, blood pooled underneath her ear. She's awake, but injured. The fourth shows Lief again with a shocked expression, realizing what happened. End ID ]
Lief: “Oh, no no no no…!”
At the sight of what he’d done, he rushed to Vahni’s side immediately.
Just a moment ago, he was ready to fight for his life. Just a moment ago, he became convinced that this burrow was no longer safe.
And just a moment ago, he screwed up and harmed an innocent Pokemon. Not emotionally, not verbally, but physically.
[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief shown from the chest up, looking down with concern at Vahni in a frontal view. End ID ]
The Ekans had vanished. It really was as if it were never here. Now it was just Vahni, lying in the dirt.
[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Vahni, shown from Lief's POV. There's some blood smeared on his paw. End ID ]
He felt sick once he saw the blood.
Lief: “Oh gods.”
He rushed off, delving into his stash to look for medicine. The burrow would be filled with the sounds of his panic.
[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Vahni similar to the previous image, but her eyes are open again, watching Lief. End ID ]
Lief: “H-hang in there. Please. I swear, I didn’t mean to– W-what was I thinking…?”
[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief, shown from the chest up in a side view. He's grasping a potion in his left paw, looking at it with relief. End ID ]
He’d only relax once he finally grasped the potion. Previously on the brink of hyperventilating, he paused and took a couple of deep breaths.
His fur once more laying flat, he returned to Vahni to begin tending to her wounds, spraying a tiny bit of the liquid on a cloth before wiping at her bleeding ear.
[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief shown from the chest up, looking down and speaking with Vahni in a side view opposite of the previous image. He looks somewhat calm. End ID ]
Lief: “You’re gonna be ok. Alright? Once the medicine kicks in, you’ll be all healed up.”
[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief similar to the previous image, but with a different expression. He looks much more remorseful and nervous. End ID ]
Lief: “I don’t know what got into me. I should have known better, I...”
His voice sounded very quiet as he uttered his apology.
Lief: “I’m sorry.”
[ featuring Vahni from @ask-the-lywelles ; thanks to @book-of-legends for the guest art! ]
(Maybe-Mienshao) Koi@Azel: The mienshao happened by the pokemon as he was handing out scarves to other pokemon. Koi's whiskers twitched with interest as she approached. "Well hello hello! My aren't you a kind one!" She gestures towards the various scarves. "You certainly came prepared! Seems as though most here have a scarf.. Tell me, are you some sort of seamster? Or do you just happen to have a bunch of scarves as a collection of some sort?"
Azel, noticing Koi, gave her a smile.
Azel: "You're not too far off, I have made a few scarves in my above average lifespan, but these were more custom ordered, got about 2,000 scarves, each one with a unique pattern, of course I'm not giving away the one I have on, no. This one is precious to me."
He gave a solemn smile and grasped the scarf around his neck
Azel: "Anyways, I do believe one of my siblings has given you one already?"
His face that had changed from deep-seated anger to hurt and grief, even eyeing the scarf like he longed for its touch, said more than enough.
But then, he began to sense something else. He had a vague feeling there was someone else in the burrow with them.
This feeling quickly grew, and his antennae wriggled anxiously.
He smelled it.
Heard it.
iamyourdoubt asked:
Safety... Such a precious thing, Lief. I don't blame you for seeking it, trying to grasp it. Who wants to go out of their way for the ungrateful, anyway? Heroes don't get paid for the risks they submit themselves to. I wouldn't worry about her. She's no longer your problem now. She's her own problem. You've had enough problems in your past, why should you involve yourself now? Why risk that safety that you craved so much?
I mean, as far as I can tell, you've speak not of family and your old home for safety, done what was necessary. What's one more? You speak not of who you got that scarf from, for your safety. It's why you keep so many things close to your heart, for safety. Don't risk that, keep what you have. Safety is comforting, quiet, still. It stays here, in this home, and stays out of the way of the world outside as it crashes against itself, Lief.
[ @iamyourdoubt ]
Saw it.
[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Vahni, an Umbreon, and Doubt, a shadowy Ekans. Vahni is oblivious that Doubt is behind her, staring head on with surprise, and Doubt is smiling knowingly. End ID ]
The ethereal whisper that tickled his ears and filled his mind with dread, and doubt.
The illusory Ekans that appeared as if it was about to evaporate into shadowy aura, its smoky body permeating the air in the burrow and distorting it, as if it didn’t belong here.
Yet it was here, leering at him with that haunting grin, watching and waiting for his response.
It knew his name.
It likely knew everything more.
Was it one of those creatures from that day? Was even this place compromised?
He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t breathe. His fur bristled.
Lief: “I-it speaks… Those things can speak. Is this some kind of sick joke?”
And when he could speak, it was as if he were out of breath.
Lief: “Have you been following me around? Came back to finish the job?”
He appeared high-strung as he stared behind Vahni at it, his movements careful and slow as if looking for the opportunity for strike. Now on his fours upon the bed, his tail began rising somewhat.
Lief: “H-how dare you. Coming into my home, talking about safety, right before you kill me like you did her. Well, I’m not about to let you.”
He wasn’t thinking.
A pinkish aura faintly surrounded him, outlining his body in the dark of the burrow.
When he next opened his mouth, his voice came out amplified by the aura, loud and unpleasant. The aura itself let loose shockwaves, and with those waves came a painful, shrill cry.
[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief, a hybrid of Sylveon and Ribombee, standing on all fours with his back arched and fur standing on end. He's shouting with his eyes closed, as Vahni in the foreground covers her ears and recoils in pain from the shockwaves. End ID ]
Vahni laid there, on the floor of Liefs burrow, twitching painfully, the move Lief had just use clearly having done much damage to an unintended target. A trickle of blood ran from one of her ears, pooling around. She was in bad shape, and Lief could clearly see that he had caused this.
Vahni: "Well it would just so happen thst I do enjoy learning about history, compared to my family of course."
She sat down, still gazing into his soul, awaiting for his response.
[ @ask-the-lywelles ]
Lief: “Well, alright… but you’re gonna learn quick why I hate talking about it.”
He sat up a little more while examining Vahni’s expression, bracing himself for what he was about to say.
It would be several moments before he began speaking.
Lief: “Imagine it like this. Alright?”
[ ID: A sequence of two grayscale drawings. The first is a gradient fading to white from black towards the bottom. The second depicts Lief as his pre-evolution, observing a leaf fall. End ID ]
Lief: “Imagine being young, and impressionable… and naive. Your life is quite a bit different from other Pokemon. Maybe the worst you ever hear is that it’s strange to still live in the woods.”
[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief chasing this leaf, now zoomed out to show his mother following him from behind. She is a hybrid of Flareon and Vespiquen, having six limbs and small insect wings. End ID ]
Lief: “But it’s your life, right? You’re happy and well-fed, as well-fed as a feral can get, and you have your family. You have mama.”
He paused. His wistful tone upon describing the above quickly changed.
Lief: “Now imagine that you need help with something. Very badly. Very… very badly.”
[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief and his mother similar to the previous image, but his mother is standing in front with a protective stance. Lief is somewhat cowering behind her; and in front of them both is a crudely drawn blob with many eyes. End ID ]
Lief: “You’re told to go get help.”
[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief alone, running away towards the right. End ID ]
Lief: “So you go to the townies. The townies, with all of their wealth and resources.”
[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief that has him facing the viewer, bawling and kneeling. Faded text in the background repeats, "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE". End ID ]
Lief: “You go up to them. You beg at their feet. And what do they do?”
[ ID: Some text on a black background that says, "*SMACK*". End ID ]
Lief: “They ignore you.”
Another, shorter pause.
His voice was considerably lower now. Shaky with anger.
Lief: “It ends the same way. Every single one of them. To them, you were just some annoying runt that showed up once in a while and kept their kids busy. To them, you were in no need of their help.”
[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief, zoomed out and showing him lying on his side, still crying. His wings are somewhat bent, and he appears to be bruised. The background fades to black towards the bottom. End ID ]
Lief: “They don’t believe you. Refuse to. You’re expected to help yourself.”
[ ID: A series of text on a black background, in which there's more faded text. It reads as follows:
‘what are you talking about?’
‘no, I don’t want to play right now.’
‘where’s your mom?’
‘ferals these days. can’t keep one of their own in line.’
‘go away. I’m too busy for your practical jokes.’
‘where’s your mom?’
‘get off me! stinking brat!’
‘that’s nice, but I have work to do…’
‘are you here by yourself?’
‘your mom is strong. she can handle it.’
‘it’s late. you should get home, to your mother.’
‘where’s your mom?’
‘look, I have nothing to give…’
‘for the last time, I want no part of your gods damn games!’
‘this is why I hate feral children.’
End ID ]
Lief: “But how could you, when it’s their fault it came to this?”
He was looking right at Vahni still. His glaring eyes met with her’s. His entire body was tense, rigid.
Lief: “What you call ‘treasure hunting’ is them paying thieves to take what little we have. What little we need to survive out here. Then when they’re done having their little fun with those precious piles of rubble? They build on top of it. Force out whoever doesn’t conform to their way of living.”
[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief, a hybrid of Sylveon and Ribombee, with a mono-color background. He is shown from the neck up, with his face slightly angled away from the viewer towards the left. He appears annoyed. Both eyes are narrowed. His mouth is open, as if in the midst of a tangent. End ID ]
Lief: “After all. We ferals are just in the way of what they actually want.”
Vahni: "Your soul.. h-has become a mix of black and red. Anger, h-hatred. Sorrow, and re-regret. You miss those days when things we-were easier, simpler. Though I see a gli-glimpse of green, you met someone later on, didn't you? Som-someone who helped you?"
Heyo, Jazzy making their event ask send out post reminded me to make ours :3 -Azel
Everyone is giving out scarves so any sent asks from a character we haven't interacted with yet will receive a scarf!
Azel is very friendly and glad to talk to everyone.
Vahni is shy, and will most likely be accompanied by another of the Lywelles.
Xeni is the most excited and likes to make trades for the scarves.
Meia is gonna be hanging out around the crafts area.
Scovi is also very friendly and may just appear behind you!
Just reply, reblog, etc if you want an ask from one of them, if you don't specify who you want sent, you'll just get one of them at random, same with who to send it to!
The absol remains hiding behind Clematis as he observes the fabric closely, appreciating the pattern.
Wisteria: N-no... I'm... not made of... m-moss...
The absol nervously shuffles her feet, Clematis notices this and playfully plops the wisteria scarf on her forehead.
Clematis: You might as well be made of moss or algae.. considering how much time you spend in that pond back home... and how much stuff gets stuck in that hair.
Wisteria lets out a frustrated whining noise
The mienshao looks back over at the umbreon with a thankful smile
Clematis: Thank you for the scarves.. you certainly came prepared for this event it looks like. Sorry we don't have anything to give you in return... not yet anyways.
Clematis: My name's Clematis and this is Wisteria. She's a bit shy.
Wisteria gently dips her head, almost trying to hide her face in her hair
Wisteria: T... t-thank you for the scarves.. they are... r-really nice...
Clematis: Maybe Wisteria can make you a flower crown in return, if you like. She's really good at it, me not so much. Or maybe get you a snack or somethin' from a booth? Feels bad gettin nice gifts and having nothing to give back in return.
-- -- -- --
[ Clematis and Wisteria have Obtained: Scarves ]
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[ @ask-the-lywelles ]
Azel would drop in from the sky and look around, he was in his anthro form, he looked up and saw the portal forming above him, and out from it came the rest, Vahni, Xeni, Meia, and Scovi dropped down, Azel catching them in each of his four arms, Azel wore a flower patterned scarf, Vahni had a flower in her fur next to her left ear, Xeni was just his usual self, Meia had a flower pattern painted on her sides, and Scovi had a flower dress.
(Ignore the fact that the images don't match the description I forgot to draw the refs for the event)
[The white espeon ponders] So all of you have special powers, huh? Your hammerspace is very similar to a certain blue espeon back home.
She has an ability called "psychic pocket", a pocket dimention in her mind where objects are stored while time freezes for any objects stored inside of it.
Does your hammerspace also stops the flow of time for objects inside it?
Azel: "Yes, and no. Time moreso just flows differently in there, though nothing can rot while it's in there and any energy cannot be release such as heat or light, considering my tail is always pretty cold and, yknow white. But if someone were to enter my tail, time inside of my tail flows about half as fast as outside of it. But yeah, if I were to put a hot pie in my tail, I could leave it in there forever and it'll still be hot when I take it out."
Ty for the ask! I love being able to explain stuff about all of us :3
She sees one she's going to pick them up against their will and coddle them with love and adoration. I am sooo sorry ;; She's like thousands of years old and the only mortal she regularly interacts with is Sirius.
She has a really bad habit of trying to mother everyone against their will, and my god she adores mortals so it's 10 times worse for them.
Lmao, I love it, but Scovi wouldn't really mind too much, she herself is around 800, and she always welcomes a mother figure, as her and the Lywelles never had one, so Scovi took that role and made it so only she never had a mother figure :3
Azel: "It basically means the different worlds in which all the different stories are in. It's very similar to multiverse theory, but with my own spin on it."
He winked, or, maybe he blinked, with his right eye covered by his hair, it was hard to tell.
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