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@awakenedsavior
This guy loves this job!
This dude needs an Oscar lol like holy shit when he eats that chicks head!! That just sold it for me I laughed way too much lolol
THIS WAS SO CUTE. I WAS SMILING LIKE AN IDIOT. I NEED TO FIND HIM.
@vikingofficial Look at this talented dog
Saver? No! Savior shook his head, looking more embarrassed as he eyed Nero. Nero - he knew that name but from where?
“Say… Sayer.” another shake of his head, “Say…ver…”
“Savior?” he tried, perhaps a nickname? “Say-ve-your- Save-your” he smiled softly.
Flustered, the child fidgeted, voice lowering to a mumble, "Say...ve...your... Save...your. Savior." that was right, finally -- he raised his voice a bit, offering Skittles from his open pack, "Savior!."
Looking distressed as he was steadied, Savior locked his eyes on his open bag of Skittles, worried he’d spilled some. Peeking at the ground, the red-eyed youth confirmed that he had not spilled any so looked up instead at the other.
He definitely knew him from somewhere… But where?
“Sa…vor.” the little devil flushed in embarrassment - he was still having trouble speaking properly… But he was trying.
“Saver?” Sweet name. “Nero’s mine.” he shifted to a more comfortable crouch.
Saver? No! Savior shook his head, looking more embarrassed as he eyed Nero. Nero - he knew that name but from where?
"Say... Sayer." another shake of his head, "Say...ver..."
Shirt wrap stuffed with bags of Skittles, a young, red-eyed child let his feet carry him towards a familiar presence. Not that he knew who it was - or rather, remembered. Quietly, the little albino devil brought his open bag of Skittles to his mouth, pushing some in and chewing them.
Savior perked up when he saw another person with a mess of silver hair, feeling he definitely knew this person… From where, he didn’t know. But maybe if he shared his Skittles, he would have time to figure it out.
Running after the silverette, the child managed to trip at the last minute and accidentally bowl into the taller’s legs and rear with a startled yelp.
“!!!” Nero jumped and reached behind him to stabilize the tiny bowling ball behind him. He peered behind him and crouched to greet the tiny boy. It definitely wasn’t tiny-him. He seemed too different of eyes and bone structure. He tilted his head softly and smiled. “What’s your name..?”
Looking distressed as he was steadied, Savior locked his eyes on his open bag of Skittles, worried he'd spilled some. Peeking at the ground, the red-eyed youth confirmed that he had not spilled any so looked up instead at the other.
He definitely knew him from somewhere... But where?
"Sa...vor." the little devil flushed in embarrassment - he was still having trouble speaking properly... But he was trying.
Shirt wrap stuffed with bags of Skittles, a young, red-eyed child let his feet carry him towards a familiar presence. Not that he knew who it was - or rather, remembered. Quietly, the little albino devil brought his open bag of Skittles to his mouth, pushing some in and chewing them. Savior perked up when he saw another person with a mess of silver hair, feeling he definitely knew this person... From where, he didn't know. But maybe if he shared his Skittles, he would have time to figure it out. Running after the silverette, the child managed to trip at the last minute and accidentally bowl into the taller's legs and rear with a startled yelp.
Baul felt the answer was enough, this child could not speak if he could not answer something so simple. Crouching to the child’s height Baul attempted to be less intimidating, although with such a large form that was a challenge. He did not care in the slightest if he was still intimidating to this child… Baul did but denied that feeling of caring for something other than Modeus and Sparda.
“Your clothing is sad at best, you will come with me and I shall find you something suitable.” Baul let go of the child’s arm and left his hand open for him to take; Baul did not wish to use force…
The little albino tilted his chin up a bit when the taller male crouched; less intimated – even if he hadn’t really been intimidated to begin with, but startled… which had passed quickly once he’d seen who it was, and the aforementioned did not seem aggressive.
At the statement of his clothing, Savior pouted - he’d done the best he could to keep warm, and sure, it was just a rug, but he had tried… however, this man was offering him clothing… and he wasn’t mean per say, so really, there was no reason to not go with him.
Savior nodded as if in agreement, then offered a handful of the berries he’d been munching on. Would that be enough to show his gratitude? It was all he had, really…
Baul sneered at the fruit, surely this child was not serious? Berries were hardly enough to feed any creature that possessed demonic blood; he pushed the hand away gently, commenting that he was simply not hungry. Offering his hand again he waited, he would not take the child with him unless it placed a hand in his.
“Do you not wish for better dress? Place you hand in mine or I shall not bother with you anymore.”
Oh -- it seemed the nice demon didn’t want his food... Savior looked down at the berries in his hand that had been guided away, contemplative. If the nice devil wasn’t hungry, then that was okay, he supposed, though he still preferred to share what he had, mostly because he liked this nice devil.
When Baul spoke, Savior looked up again, wishing to listen carefully -- hoping to learn how to form the words himself if he listened well enough...
No bother with him anymore? Savior shook his head frantically, “Nnnnnhh--!” it was such a simple word he wanted to say, too. This was embarrassing... but he did not want the nice devil to go away! No way! Almost in a frightened manner, he took the white devil’s hand - the best he could at least, as he was pretty small, so settling for grabbing onto fingers was really his best for now. Savior looked at Baul, brow furrowed, red eyes trying to convey how much he absolutely did not want Baul to go away!
There was a presence, a powerful, lonely entity… Baul approached it, seeking it out. A small devil that seemed all the more drawn to him as their eyes met. This boy was a construct but a complete one. Gently Baul reached out past the berried in the boy’s hand and pulled him closer, inspecting him.
“Be calm child. Do you speak?”
Letting out a tiny, startled noise as he was pulled closer, only two quickly be overcome with awe as he looked up at the really tall, really powerful source, listening to him speak. He had a nice voice, the younger decided, much smoother and much more calm compared to the other demons that lingered in the halls of the castle.
Still holding the berries in his hands, the albino hesitated before shaking his head, “Ahhh…” he’d tried, honestly, but when there were little to no people speaking around him, it made it difficult to figure out how to form the sounds to speak himself.
Baul felt the answer was enough, this child could not speak if he could not answer something so simple. Couching to the child’s height Baul attempted to be less intimidating, although with such a large form that was a challenge. He did not care in the slightest if he was still intimidating to this child… Baul did but denied that feeling of caring for something other than Modeus and Sparda.
“Your clothing is sad at best, you will come with me and I shall find you something suitable.” Baul let go of the child’s arm and left his hand open for him to take; Baul did not wish to use force…
The little albino tilted his chin up a bit when the taller male crouched; less intimated -- even if he hadn’t really been intimidated to begin with, but startled... which had passed quickly once he’d seen who it was, and the aforementioned did not seem aggressive.
At the statement of his clothing, Savior pouted - he’d done the best he could to keep warm, and sure, it was just a rug, but he had tried... however, this man was offering him clothing... and he wasn’t mean per say, so really, there was no reason to not go with him.
Savior nodded as if in agreement, then offered a handful of the berries he’d been munching on. Would that be enough to show his gratitude? It was all he had, really...
Concept Art for Devil May Cry 4
Some DMC4 fanart because i’m hyped for the special edition :D
I recorded this whole process so i’ll hopefully get the video up on Gumroad and a preview on Youtube~
Loyalty born of admiration is stronger than that of authority.
Modeus, to Mundus (roundabout way of saying “I still prefer Sparda over you”)
Quick Devil May Cry 4 sketch because i’m excited for the re-release! :D
Recorded the whole process so far and plan to record the rest. Might be a super long video!
The familiar energy was near again. He didn’t know who it belonged to, but he knew it was familiar. He wasn’t sure why it was familiar… he had a sense in his instinct that he should be afraid, but he wasn’t sure why that was either. Padding along the street barefoot, the rug-clad child peered around, trying to locate the source of the energy.
Even so, with the instinct to fear, the energy also made him feel… welcome. Why was that?
Oh! Was that man the source? Maybe if he offered him something, he could see what kind of person he was? Padding up to the devil from the side, he reached into the rug that was wrapped around him like a ceremonial robe, pulling out a handful of berries he’d found in the forest that he’d been snacking on, and held them up, gaze questioning, “Ah!”
Dilly dallying through the day had been his plan. It was why he could be found moseying on the streets to his one goal of the day. Ice cream sundae. Strawberry ice cream sundae. After all, he deserved it! Between ‘work’ and ‘reading’.. and sleep. His days were filled! To the brim! He deserved a treat. So, when a scruffy urchin appeared near him, he knew he had to choose between two options. Option one. His boots were made for walking. Option two. His sympathies would ground his shoes. Of course, he ended up stopped before the youth. An eyebrow rose as he looked over the boy.
"No thanks, I think you need that more than I do,”
Dante told the fashion challenged youth. Although, it did bring about casual conversation. Well… The question if the youth could say more than ‘ah’.
"What’s up? Why’d ya come to me of all people?”
He never thought he looked like someone that people readily approached. For good reason. Most people could fuck off for all he cared.
As the berries were denied, the kid looked offended and held them up more insistently, pouting at the older devil, “Ahhh...” he peered up at the cambion with curious, red eyes, trying to get him to accept the berries because sharing was a good thing, like the animals in the forest showed him.
Besides, he wanted to climb him.
Curious, the little rug clad albino shuffled towards the interesting energy source. The owner of the energy didn’t seem… violent like the other demons had, but actually… calm. He liked that. Inching over closer, the child withdrew a handful of berries from inside the rug wrapped around him like some sort of ceremonial dress, and held them up, “Ahhh..!”
Baul did not have any intention of travelling but found himself thinking of the events told to him by that strange child. The boy with the demon arm… The city that worshiped Sparda as a god but knew next to nothing of him. Surely… There had to be more information than the little bits that they clung too and suckled on like a infant to its mother.
The trip to this island of Fortuna was not a long one, nothing compared to his travels in search of Sparda’s son. Much to his displeasure the city still bustled with people but only in the immediate coastal region, barely out of the city none went. All the better, his path was silent all the way to the large temple that rested ominously in the distance. A grand building, a temple not unlike the one Mundus once had.
Baul paused a moment, finding himself filled with a need to honor his Masters in this place. The humans… had done a honorable job.
There was a presence, a powerful, lonely entity… Baul approached it, seeking it out. A small devil that seemed all the more drawn to him as their eyes met. This boy was a construct but a complete one. Gently Baul reached out past the berried in the boy’s hand and pulled him closer, inspecting him.
“Be calm child. Do you speak?”
Letting out a tiny, startled noise as he was pulled closer, only two quickly be overcome with awe as he looked up at the really tall, really powerful source, listening to him speak. He had a nice voice, the younger decided, much smoother and much more calm compared to the other demons that lingered in the halls of the castle.
Still holding the berries in his hands, the albino hesitated before shaking his head, “Ahhh...” he’d tried, honestly, but when there were little to no people speaking around him, it made it difficult to figure out how to form the sounds to speak himself.
AU Savior
He’s wearing a carpet from the Fortuna Castle. Or drapes. Either one.
To be perfectly honestly, he had no idea where he’d wandered this time. He’d felt a particularly special energy, a close energy, as if he belonged to it (which was strange, he wanted to be himself, not someone else), and followed it, blindly. He’d managed to not eat all the berries he had stashed in the rug wrapped around him, but any longer and he would eat all of them.
Another turned and bare feet padded a little faster along the ground, head tilted almost back as silver hair swooshed when the youngling looked around, not paying attention to where he was going -- until he nearly knocked himself over by walking straight into the energy source, “Ah -- !”
What’s this? Another energy like that one that keeps popping up, except this one did not make his instincts cant towards any sort of fear. How strange... where was it coming from? All these walls in the house were in the way, but the albino wasn’t one for destruction of property or any sort of destruction of nature. That would just be rude and everything had a right to grow.
Maybe this hole in the wall held the person -- oh it did! Slinking into the room nearly silently, the youngling reached to retrieved berries out of the top of the rug wrapped around him, meaning to offer them to this person with interesting energy, even as he nearly bumped into him from not paying attention.
The familiar energy was near again. He didn’t know who it belonged to, but he knew it was familiar. He wasn’t sure why it was familiar... he had a sense in his instinct that he should be afraid, but he wasn’t sure why that was either. Padding along the street barefoot, the rug-clad child peered around, trying to locate the source of the energy.
Even so, with the instinct to fear, the energy also made him feel... welcome. Why was that?
Oh! Was that man the source? Maybe if he offered him something, he could see what kind of person he was? Padding up to the devil from the side, he reached into the rug that was wrapped around him like a ceremonial robe, pulling out a handful of berries he’d found in the forest that he’d been snacking on, and held them up, gaze questioning, “Ah!”
