Here’s some quick drawings of Sky before their death. In their universe, scars and such are rare because many creatures simply use magic to restore themselves. Sky isn’t a fan, they consider the damage part of their “rugged good looks”. I think a lot of the creatures in their world agree ;).
No one asked, but here it is. Check under the cut:
Name: Sky Sweet(Viva Pinata Universe)
1. What does their bedroom look like?
>Plain. They have a king sized bed. The room was painted in a forest-y scene. They have a bathroom thats clean and a closet of clothes(they prefer their heart shirt and jeans).
2. Do they have any daily rituals?
>They wake up, go downstairs and have coffee or tea(or nothing. depends). Care for any pinatas or animals or people needing care at the time in their house before showering, brushing their teeth, and getting ready for their day.
3.Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?
>Never, unless to keep up appearances. Their inhuman strength is just a natural extension of their less-than-human-ness
4.What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?
>Sky’s kitchen is never busy, and they don’t need to eat. But if for some reason they needed to cook for someone and the kitchen is busy, they’ll force themselves in there
5.Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)
>Extreme hypocritical cleanliness. Bathes at least twice daily, makes sure there’s nothing dirty in their house. But habitually leaves dirty clothes in their laundry room to forget about. Don’t talk about the dishes. If they’re out working they don’t care as much.
6.Eating habits and sample daily menu
>They don’t eat if they don’t have to or want to. They don’t mind drinking stuff, but food? Eh. They eat if it suits them or if they need to seem More Human
7.Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time?
>Wastes time exploring and studying the land. They have numerous unreadable journals going on about life and plants and everything on Pinata Island. As well they may waste time in the…. Company of others or starting fights if they’re in a sour mood. Maybe drown sorrows at a bar or in the middle of the forest. They don’t mind themselves or others wasting time.
8. Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging?
>Ahem. Again, the company of others. They find it enjoyable and encourage others to enjoy their life how they see fit.
9. Makeup?
>Doesn’t know how to use it in human form. Used to be your basic emo in feline form.
10. Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?
>Some residual depression and PSTD. Not as bad as it once was, but sometimes it flares up.
11. Intellectual pursuits?
>As much as possible. Eternity is boring and long, why not learn stuff while you’re waiting for the end of existence?
12. Favorite book genre?
>None. Reads whatever
13. Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?
>Pansexual! Just fine with anyone being anything.
14. Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)
>Able to shapeshift, obviously. If they chose to they have ‘vitiligo scars’ and they have sharp teeth in their human form. As well as a tail. Their hair ‘naturally’ grows in blue, but they may claim that they dye it to avoid scrutiny. Their eyes are cat like, and in times of high emotion or weakness they may lose control of their shapeshifting and gain feline/demonic traits.
15. Biggest and smallest short term goal?
>Biggest: Hatch the Dragonache eggs they have. Leo needs siblings! Smallest: fix that fucking fence those pinatas keep breaking
16. Biggest and smallest long term goal?
>Biggest: continue exploring and gaining information on the island as well as maintain their garden. Smallest: Maybe find a relationship? Who knows. They’re fine with their current situation,
17. Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress
>Simple, but they don’t mind dressing up. As gender neutral as possible, usually ends up masculine leaning. They like their paw boots, their gloves, mask, jeans, and heart shirt. They’ll wear a lot of things though.
18. Favorite beverage?
> Coffee, Tea, or Alcohol. All of which are residual habits.
19. What do they think about before falling asleep at night?
>If they can fall asleep, they’re probably thinking about their original universe, past ‘lives’, what to do tomorrow.
20. Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?
>Was never a child in the VP universe.
21. Turn-ons? Turn-offs?
>Sky prefers to share those with partners.
22. Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?
>Sky might jot down things in one of their original languages, sketch things they remember, or just ask for something to do.
23. How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?
>As organized as possible! They carry around the same things, obsessively straighten things or move things to the right spot, and might spend time fixing something they already fixed in order to feel some control.
24. Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?
>Not particularly. At least not human subjects. Magic is a great skill of theirs, but they limit it to their “calming” magic so it specifically works on pinatas and animals.
25. How do they see themselves 5 years from today?
>back home maybe, or still on Pinata Island living a life and studying.
26. Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don't workout?
>Not particularly. Eternity is a long time.
27. What is their biggest regret?
>Oof. On pinata island? Probably getting into a fight with someone and permanently hurting them. Or hurting them beyond their sort of idea of how it’s okay to hurt them. Original world? Dying.
28. Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?
>On the island, they get along well with Petula and Leafos and their family. Costalot and Sky would brawl if they ever crossed paths probably.
29. Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)
>Unless it results in the hurt or death of say a person/animal or the permanent death of a pinata, they don’t mind. Things can be replaced! People, animals, and pinata? Not so much.
30. Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)
>Sky’s for sure gonna blame themself if at all applicable. They’ll grieve and move on eventually though. They always do.
31. Most prized possession?
>None, materials don’t matter. But they would like to keep these interesting packets of seemingly infinite grass, sand, and snow. They’re neat!
32. Thoughts on material possessions in general?
>Mortals seem to care about them, so they try to remember how to care about it for them. Really doesn’t matter to them though.
33. Concept of home and family?
>Searching desperately for a permanent one, but they know that’s impossible. They’ve got Sherbet in their universe though, thats all that matters.
34. Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to 'TMI?)
>Doesn’t care about privacy much at all. They’ll tell people who ask that they’re supernatural and a shapeshifter and immortal and whatever, but they likely won’t admit to being a demon. If someone smart might put 2 and 2 together they’ll avoid telling about anything unnatural about themselves at all.
35. What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?
>None, they don’t find wasting time an issue.
36. What makes them feel guilty?
>Unnecessary cruelty or being unable to help or save someone. Fighting does not count as an unnecessary cruelty though. Bloody noses and broken bones can be fun and consensual sometimes.
37. Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?
>Both. If it’s something very important, they’ll think it over. Most of the time they’re emotional, preferring the spur of the moment decisions to help or maybe beat the crap out of someone.
38. Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?
>Type B? I dunno :/
39. What recharges them when they're feeling drained?
>Sleep, going out, exploring. Who knows
40. Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?
>Superiority complex. Vainest mfer. Really trying to stop being so high and mighty but… not always successful.
41. How misanthropic are they?
>Eh. They find seculusion the easiest but sometimes you must go out on the town to just fuck around with people. It’s fun!
42. Hobbies?
>Studying stuff!
43. How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?
>A highschool equivalent in their original world, none on the island.
44. Religion?
>Yes. All of them. In their world, there was no real wrong answer! These uncertain universes scare them some though, they really rely on hope?!
45. Superstitions or views on the occult?
>Yes! All of it also. Listen…. Their original world is Wild. Also magic does exist on the island.
46. Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?
>Both, but prefers action
47. If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?
>Anyone. As long as they’re willing to put up with Sky. But they have a tendency to fall for those who are scary looking and could probably beat them up because who doesn’t like a little danger?
48. How do they express love?
>All sorts of ways! Keen on physical affection and gifts. Good luck getting those three words out of them though
49. If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?
>Professional, but extremely unethically brutal. Sure it’s above the belt, but They Did Just Purposefully Break Your Nose. And kick you really hard in the side.
50. Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?
>Done it a lot. Already technically dead. Bring it on baby!
‘It fine! Not bothered! Be careful dangerous stuff at Nils’ His wings fluttered begins him as he started scribbling again before he glanced up again. His smile somehow becomes wider showing off fangs as he begins to wave excitedly to something behind Sky.
If they were to turn around they’d see Nil leaning on the wall at the far end of the hallway with an ‘eyebrow’ raised. There was no sound of their approach almost like they simply appeared there. Looks like Sky’s adventure is cut short.
Sky turned slowly, and upon seeing Nil their ears flattened to their mask, "Ah, uh, hey. I was just. Looking for the bathroom. And found your.... Friend."
Sky looked a little disappointed that they got caught so quickly. They didn't know anymore about Nil! Except that Nil could teleport. Or walk very quietly. Or something.
Lionesse made her way through the woods, heading towards the mountain she had deemed a good place to explore. Despite trying to be more civil and interact with people, they were exhausting and she found Pinata more willing to interact with her. And she figured the mountains would be a place to find some interesting ones. Her pride of Roario had already chosen a place to stay, so she was free to explore and join her pride again.
Now at the base of the mountain, she head a noise and turned around to find it.
“Hello?”
@ask-themallowerewolves
“It’s ok it’s ok, I want to help you,” Liz speaks softly to her as her eyes return to their normal brown. She had her ears pinned back in worry over the frightened and hurt child. She gives a gentle smile when Lionesse takes her hand, wincing a little at the blood.
Sighing she tried to tug the kid out of the thistles as gently as she could, “I’m sorry but I can’t really argue with that kiddo, it’d be stupid for anyone to go against her let alone a tiny thing like you. But you need medical help, can you walk?”
“I’ve done worse.” Lionesse admitted, “I can walk.”
She looked sheepish, pulling the hood of her cape over her head. She wiped away her tears, and seemed to berate herself over the incident. After a moment she seemed to regain her composure, despite the wounds she had endured.
“I’m fine. Really.” Lionesse lied, pretending as if her bloodied shoulder was no big deal.
Liz simply raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “I doubt your fine, I got just bit like ten times by the same person I know the damage she can do,” she says as she gestures to the passed out sour were. Her arms may have already nearly healed but that didn’t mean she didn’t know what it felt like and they just a kid!
“Come on if you don’t want to see a doctor at least let me help clean you up back at my place. It’s just down the ways and you really don’t want to deal with an infection.” She pointed over her shoulder with a thumb and a gentle smile. “I could try and fix up your suit too if you want? I patch my own clothes all the time” Her smile turned into a geimace as she looked down at her shredded sleeves, “er guess I’ll be patching mine up as well anyways.”
“I don’t have any money. I can’t pay you.” Lionesse said. She had learned that saying that quite a few people would stray away from helping her. She didn’t protest as Liz led her out of the bramble of weeds, holding her shoulder and looking at the missing claw on her paws.
“Pay me?!” She seemed taken aback by the mere thought, “you’re hurt, and a kid! I don’t need you to pay me back for anything.” Liz wasn’t about to leave some kid to bleed out in some weeds, and she knew from experience that Hemlock could do some damage.
Shaking her head she led Lionesse out of the weed patch before stopping her, “hold on a quick sec.” she stuck two fingers in her mouth and gave a sharp whistle. Howls followed after it. “Alright let’s get going, her pack’ll be picking her up. I’ll call a weedling while we walk, don’t want an infestation to start here.” She begins to walk towards her garden.
They soon make it to Liz’s garden, her house on the other side of it. She’d been keeping an eye on the child as they walked to make sure she didn’t collapse on the way. As they enter the garden a few of her mallowolves come to investigate the stranger and whines at the scent of blood. “Back off everyone no crowding.” She kept them from surrounding Lionesse in their curiosity as they made their way to the building.
Lionesse flinched as the mallowolves crowded her. It seemed more often than not canines and felines never mixed, mallowolves and Roarios being one of them.
“They’re not gonna hurt me, right?” Lionesse asked, keeping close to Liz, “I don’t like dogs.”
“Sorry, sorry. No they won’t hurt you I have them all well trained,” she gave a sharp whistle, “Bed time everyone. Go on shoo.” The hounds slowly left to go into their den for the day, glancing back occasionally.
“Sorry again they get real curious about visitors and they haven’t seen many roarios so your coat and scent might have confused them a bit,” she led her to the house on the edge of the garden’s chalk line. Liz unlocks the door and sits Lionesse on a chair in a small kitchen. “Alright I gotta go get the stuff to clean up your wounds, will you be fine waiting here for a moment.”
In Sky’s bare the the power felt stronger, it would’ve burned a normal person. Light reflected in millions of ways in the stone giving it a glittery appearance and almost like little bolts of electricity wer stuck inside of the small stone. The rock of course gave no answer.
Sky was quite interested in the stone, but they knew if such a thing went missing Nil would probably summon Sky again..or question them.. and that was not something Sky wanted, so they replaced the stone on the shelf, and headed back down the hall. This time, they spotted the covered mirror.
Sky attempted to remember any sorts of superstitions surrounding covered mirrors. Mourning? Ghosts? Either way, Sky decided to lift up the covering slightly to look at the mirror.
Peeking at a corner of the mirror Sky would see what looked like the inside of a house but not the one they were currently in. Was it even a mirror if it didn’t show a reflection? Either way it was shaped like a mirror but showed the wrong image.
Sky tried to put their paw through the mirror, a portal of some sort? Sky had seen this sort of magic before, but it was in their original universe. If the mirror allowed entry, Sky walked through it. If not, Sky made another frustrated noise and went to find more places to snoop around.
It was not a portal and Sky’s hand rested on it normally. However a moment after they turned around to plan their next move a faint tapping could be heard from the mirror.
It was a person but not Nil. He was small with a bright purple and pink jacket and top hat. Large butterfly like wings came out his back and waved gently back and forth. He gives sky a large fanged smile and waves excitedly through the mirror. They begin to sign quickly, ‘Hi! I’ve never seen you before! Who are you?’
Sky watched their hand movements curiously, they had a form of sign language in their world but it was nothing like this. They understood “hi” and that was about it.
Sky waved, tilting their head. Strange little person.
He nods excitedly before firing more rapids signs at them not realizing they couldn’t understand him. He seemed quite happy to be talking with someone new despite it being the dead of night and was bouncing slightly on his feet.
He deflated a second before peeking up again and nodding rapidly. He rushes somewhere the mirror doesn’t show and there’s a faint sound of things being shuffled.
The hallway was still clear and sounds of work occasionally drifted down to Sky.
The colorful boy returns to the mirror with a smile and holds up a notepad with the word ‘smiledip’ written in a messy scrawl. He turns it around after a moment and begins writing. He flips it again to show that underneath he wrote, ‘who r u?’
“Smiledip? Hm. I’m Sky. Are you trapped in the mirror? Or is this like one of those alternate dimension things.” Sky asked quietly, looking over the frame of the mirror. And interesting magic item, either way.
"I'm a guest of Nil's. Sort of just looking around. Sorry if I bothered you." Sky took interest in the runes, but unable to read them, instead looked over Smiledip again. Strange creature, Sky considered, but at least they weren't trying to get Sky in trouble. Probably.
Lionesse made her way through the woods, heading towards the mountain she had deemed a good place to explore. Despite trying to be more civil and interact with people, they were exhausting and she found Pinata more willing to interact with her. And she figured the mountains would be a place to find some interesting ones. Her pride of Roario had already chosen a place to stay, so she was free to explore and join her pride again.
Now at the base of the mountain, she head a noise and turned around to find it.
“Hello?”
@ask-themallowerewolves
“It’s ok it’s ok, I want to help you,” Liz speaks softly to her as her eyes return to their normal brown. She had her ears pinned back in worry over the frightened and hurt child. She gives a gentle smile when Lionesse takes her hand, wincing a little at the blood.
Sighing she tried to tug the kid out of the thistles as gently as she could, “I’m sorry but I can’t really argue with that kiddo, it’d be stupid for anyone to go against her let alone a tiny thing like you. But you need medical help, can you walk?”
“I’ve done worse.” Lionesse admitted, “I can walk.”
She looked sheepish, pulling the hood of her cape over her head. She wiped away her tears, and seemed to berate herself over the incident. After a moment she seemed to regain her composure, despite the wounds she had endured.
“I’m fine. Really.” Lionesse lied, pretending as if her bloodied shoulder was no big deal.
Liz simply raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “I doubt your fine, I got just bit like ten times by the same person I know the damage she can do,” she says as she gestures to the passed out sour were. Her arms may have already nearly healed but that didn’t mean she didn’t know what it felt like and they just a kid!
“Come on if you don’t want to see a doctor at least let me help clean you up back at my place. It’s just down the ways and you really don’t want to deal with an infection.” She pointed over her shoulder with a thumb and a gentle smile. “I could try and fix up your suit too if you want? I patch my own clothes all the time” Her smile turned into a geimace as she looked down at her shredded sleeves, “er guess I’ll be patching mine up as well anyways.”
“I don’t have any money. I can’t pay you.” Lionesse said. She had learned that saying that quite a few people would stray away from helping her. She didn’t protest as Liz led her out of the bramble of weeds, holding her shoulder and looking at the missing claw on her paws.
“Pay me?!” She seemed taken aback by the mere thought, “you’re hurt, and a kid! I don’t need you to pay me back for anything.” Liz wasn’t about to leave some kid to bleed out in some weeds, and she knew from experience that Hemlock could do some damage.
Shaking her head she led Lionesse out of the weed patch before stopping her, “hold on a quick sec.” she stuck two fingers in her mouth and gave a sharp whistle. Howls followed after it. “Alright let’s get going, her pack’ll be picking her up. I’ll call a weedling while we walk, don’t want an infestation to start here.” She begins to walk towards her garden.
They soon make it to Liz’s garden, her house on the other side of it. She’d been keeping an eye on the child as they walked to make sure she didn’t collapse on the way. As they enter the garden a few of her mallowolves come to investigate the stranger and whines at the scent of blood. “Back off everyone no crowding.” She kept them from surrounding Lionesse in their curiosity as they made their way to the building.
Lionesse flinched as the mallowolves crowded her. It seemed more often than not canines and felines never mixed, mallowolves and Roarios being one of them.
"They're not gonna hurt me, right?" Lionesse asked, keeping close to Liz, "I don't like dogs."
Sky noticed that Hal’s clothes were… Also quite a mess. And Sky was nearly a foot shorter and about 100lbs less muscle. Sky probably had some clothes somewhere…. Maybe.
“Actually, wait here.” Sky said, getting off the floor to go search for clothes, taking Hal’s pile of dirty clothes with them. Seriously? How could somebody live like that? Sky felt slightly bad for the man, living in the woods with dirty clothes and never taking a good bath? Sounded like torture.
After some searching Sky found some old clothes Leafos had gave them, likely to be used as Piñata bedding. Some holes in the shirt and pants but they looked roughly Hal’s size. Where did he find people with clothes the right size? Sky tossed the dirty ones into a pile Sky had accumulated of mostly their own PJs. Laundry day tomorrow it seemed.
“Alright, clean clothes. I just hope they fit.” Sky said, walking back into the bathroom.
He watched him leave, fighting back the urge to grumble about being left alone. He wasn’t exactly needy and was perfectly fine being a lone wolf, but this was a new environment and Sky’s kindess drew him to them. Hal turned his attention to the products that were displayed all neatly on a nearby shelf.
The man growled something in animalistic speak to himself as he picked up a bar of pale soap and looked it over. Warily he sniffed it. Sky said moozipan soap, didn’t they? Well, it smelled like milk. He dabbed his tongue at it to taste– Mistake! Mistake!
With a hiss he dropped it like a hot coal and it disappeared under the bubbles of the bath. Never again. Note to self: Don’t eat soap even if it smells good.
Sky put the clothes on the sink and kneeled beside the tub. They had scented soap, but Hal had said he didn’t like it, and all they had was bar soap… Where was it?
“Hey did you like, drop the bar of soap here?” Sky pointed out where it had been, “I sort of need it to clean you up.”
Hal glanced up as Sky reentered with a curious tilt of his head. Oh! Right. He dug around in the water before pulling out the bar with a flourish, splashing water messily. His nails were dug into it so that he wouldn’t drop it– which worked a bit too well as he now couldn’t drop it into Sky’s open palm.
He shook his hand a few times until the now semi-squashed bar flopped sadly into their palm. Oops. “Uh… Thank Sky?”
Sky rolled up their sleeves and took the bar of soap. At this point, Sky was sure even Sherbet would have lost their mind. Patience and charity and all that.
“Alright. Let’s get the stuff out of your hair first. I could probably make a tree out of all the leaf pieces.” Sky said, carefully pouring water over Hal’s head and starting to wash it, avoid the cut.
The feral man grumbled but allowed it, shutting his eyes tightly to avoid getting anything in them. He entertained himself by looking over the bottles that lined the shelf. He recognized some of those words at least. He used to read a lot as a youngling…
Hal glanced down as leaves, sticks, and god knows what forest litter fell into the already dirtying water. Oh hey! There’s that bug he lost! Hal held up the shiny, non-pinata, beetle to Sky. “Gift?”
“You,” he insisted, shoving it at Sky as if to put it in their hair too. Realizing most of their hair was hidden by their mask however, he settled with putting it on top of their mask. It clung there, wriggling it’s antenne. It was still alive in there…?
Hal yelped as the hairbrush tugged at the deep tangles. His dull brown hair reached his lower back at this length and was a real mess. At least it was naturally on the thinner, easier to brush side. The feral man’s patience was starting to run out in typical, childish fashion. Growling inhumanly to himself, he started to take bottles off the shelves and look over them to keep himself from attacking Sky with the damned brush.
Sky patiently accepted the fact that now they had a beetle in their hair. Sky could likely take about any sort of non-harmful harassment like a saint, a beetle was nothing. The only sign Sky was frustrated was the twitching of their tail. Hal’s hair was awful, and Sky cringed internally. How could someone let it get this bad?!
“Sorry, I know this sucks. But you’ve got half the forest in your hair.” Sky said, “When I’m done you can get rinsed off and get clean clothes on. When was the last time you had clean clothes?”
Hal let out a whine, cringing as his hair was tugged on more. “Uh…. Many moons,” he replied. To his credit he blushed and sunk more into the water. “Wash clothes whenever take bath.” Which was whenever it rained and he felt like standing out in it.
“There. That’s probably as clean as I’m gonna get you.” Sky said, putting the brush into the sink and standing, “I’ve gotta rinse you off and you’ll be good to go.”
Sky grabbed the shower head and turned it on, the water was cold as Sky tried to adjust it.
Hal felt… a little itchy. Naked almost. Well besides being mostly naked, he felt like a geckie that’d just shed it’s skin. Very smooth. Very weird. He scratched lightly at the scars that crisscrossed his chest. “Weird…”
He glanced up at the sound of the tap squeaking, onto to shut his eyes tightly as cold water suddenly cascaded over him. “AUGH!” he roared as if he were struck, twisting away from the spray. He attempted to stand up, only to slip in the water and go faceplanting into the side of the tub.
With a defeated whine he sat there, still faceplanted into the porcelion, and just let the coldness wash over him. Today was certainly not his day.
“I’m sorry!” Sky helped Hal to his feet, “I’m sorry, are you alright?”
The water warmed up slightly, though not as warm as the bath was. Sky tried to quickly rinse Hal off, Sky now also wet from the slight splash and helping Hal up. Sky said some sort of curse, not unlike “Jesus Christ” as they turned off the shower and grabbed Hal’s towel.
“I didn’t expect it to be that cold, here, dry off, looks like I have to go dry off too.” Sky said, wringing out the water from their shirt.
Hal just nodded and stood up sheepishly. He took the towel and quickly dried off as the cold got to him quickly now that he was missing quite a few layers. Man, it’d take years for him to rebuild his “protective coat” as one might call it (though most would call it disgusting).
He did have enough consiteration for Sky to start drying them off too with the dry parts of the towel. The beastman gave a short cough and rubbed his throat. Ugh…. so much talking was a pain.
Hal nodded, giving a tired grin. He managed to wrestle his way into the clothes. Sniffing at the faint scent of Sky, the man made his way back to the loungeroom to give Sky some privacy. He didn’t get why human-creatures preferred to be alone when getting clean, but whatever.
What to do while Sky was busy? He paused as he passed by a room, peering in curiously. Smelled like Sky… Bedroom? Glancing back to see if the demon was watching, he slowly crept in to poke around.
Downstairs was a the bathroom, a closet(mostly empty), a kitchen, the living room, and a small laundry room. The laundry room was... Much less clean then one would expect. Dirty clothes are piled by the washing machine, on the other side clean clothes are piled in baskets by the dryer.
The kitchen was plain and almost as spotless as the bathroom. The fridge was nearly empty, did Sky even eat? They still had plates, bowls, cups, as well as animal bowls.
Some thoughts on Sky while I'm thinking about them:
Sky's name is Sky Sweet. Sweet is a family name, and they don't have a middle name yet I don't think..I'll figure it out probably
In their original world, it's v peaceful and everything is pretty nice. A common form of entertainment is Bloodsport. Sort of like WWE but if it was animals just beating the heck out of each other. Sky was an extremely famous Catfighter thanks to their bloodline.
Sky is grandchild to Midnight, The Cat's Devil. The devils in their world are switched out every couple hundred years. Midnight reigns for over 1000 and corrupts Heaven. Sky eventually kills Midnight and takes over until another devil is found.
On that note, being the child of the devil means nothing. Creatures are related to all sorts of things. You could say "I'm the son of Anubis" and someone would b like "Yeah my mom's an angel what about it??"
Afterlife in their world is a guarantee, whatever you believe in you will end up there. I'm not an expert on such things so I leave most of it up for interpretation besides my versions of Heaven/Hell/Purgatory.
Sky often mentions "Max's Light", "Azuhal" and "Mari". Max is the current Cat's God, Azuhal is the first cat angel sent to earth, and Mari was the first demon sent to earth.
As a demon, Sky's sin was Wrath. Given they were immortal(class 6), Midnight's grandchild, and quite strong and famous, they were gifted demonhood instead of damnation. Their job was to hunt down demons gone rogue and return them to be re-controlled. Basically a demon afterlife assassin because they did jobs for other deities.
Angels can fall but demons can't rise. Sherbet is technically a fallen angel but is still an angel because in order to become a demon you must have your soul taken and put back into the world as a demon. That just can't happen with Infinite Immortals.
Speaking of Immortals. There's 10 classes and Infinates. Classes 1-4 are pretty common, roughly 1/200. Classes 5-9 are much less common at 1/5000. There's only ever enough class 10s to fill each spot for each deity. If a deity is going to be replaced, they give up their class 10 to be given to a new soul. The new class 10 will then live their life and it will decide their new position. A sort of predestination, if you will.
Infinate Immortals are completely accidental and are caused by an extremely specific set of circumstances. 1) The creature must be in an "open" afterlife. Ex: purgatory. 2) Your soul must be intangible at the time(so no demon forms or angel forms) 3) you must then be taken from your afterlife and out into a form that is simply a soul-altering infection(Ex: Darkness) 4) You must find your original body or part of it in this form. Your soul will reattach itself BUT with the physical soul disease your soul is now tied to your body. Basically now you a) can't die and b) your soul can't be wiped clean and sent to another body at some point. You're just stuck now man sorry. Shapeshifting and universe traveling and such comes after your first death in this form. Now you'll likely be sent to an afterlife to become whatever it is you'll become and you'll be "erased" from the universe bc You're Suppose To Be Dead But You're Not, so it just sort of ignores you. God-mode activated but like... You can basically only shapeshift and travel between universes.
Sky noticed that Hal’s clothes were… Also quite a mess. And Sky was nearly a foot shorter and about 100lbs less muscle. Sky probably had some clothes somewhere…. Maybe.
“Actually, wait here.” Sky said, getting off the floor to go search for clothes, taking Hal’s pile of dirty clothes with them. Seriously? How could somebody live like that? Sky felt slightly bad for the man, living in the woods with dirty clothes and never taking a good bath? Sounded like torture.
After some searching Sky found some old clothes Leafos had gave them, likely to be used as Piñata bedding. Some holes in the shirt and pants but they looked roughly Hal’s size. Where did he find people with clothes the right size? Sky tossed the dirty ones into a pile Sky had accumulated of mostly their own PJs. Laundry day tomorrow it seemed.
“Alright, clean clothes. I just hope they fit.” Sky said, walking back into the bathroom.
He watched him leave, fighting back the urge to grumble about being left alone. He wasn’t exactly needy and was perfectly fine being a lone wolf, but this was a new environment and Sky’s kindess drew him to them. Hal turned his attention to the products that were displayed all neatly on a nearby shelf.
The man growled something in animalistic speak to himself as he picked up a bar of pale soap and looked it over. Warily he sniffed it. Sky said moozipan soap, didn’t they? Well, it smelled like milk. He dabbed his tongue at it to taste– Mistake! Mistake!
With a hiss he dropped it like a hot coal and it disappeared under the bubbles of the bath. Never again. Note to self: Don’t eat soap even if it smells good.
Sky put the clothes on the sink and kneeled beside the tub. They had scented soap, but Hal had said he didn’t like it, and all they had was bar soap… Where was it?
“Hey did you like, drop the bar of soap here?” Sky pointed out where it had been, “I sort of need it to clean you up.”
Hal glanced up as Sky reentered with a curious tilt of his head. Oh! Right. He dug around in the water before pulling out the bar with a flourish, splashing water messily. His nails were dug into it so that he wouldn’t drop it– which worked a bit too well as he now couldn’t drop it into Sky’s open palm.
He shook his hand a few times until the now semi-squashed bar flopped sadly into their palm. Oops. “Uh… Thank Sky?”
Sky rolled up their sleeves and took the bar of soap. At this point, Sky was sure even Sherbet would have lost their mind. Patience and charity and all that.
“Alright. Let’s get the stuff out of your hair first. I could probably make a tree out of all the leaf pieces.” Sky said, carefully pouring water over Hal’s head and starting to wash it, avoid the cut.
The feral man grumbled but allowed it, shutting his eyes tightly to avoid getting anything in them. He entertained himself by looking over the bottles that lined the shelf. He recognized some of those words at least. He used to read a lot as a youngling…
Hal glanced down as leaves, sticks, and god knows what forest litter fell into the already dirtying water. Oh hey! There’s that bug he lost! Hal held up the shiny, non-pinata, beetle to Sky. “Gift?”
“You,” he insisted, shoving it at Sky as if to put it in their hair too. Realizing most of their hair was hidden by their mask however, he settled with putting it on top of their mask. It clung there, wriggling it’s antenne. It was still alive in there…?
Hal yelped as the hairbrush tugged at the deep tangles. His dull brown hair reached his lower back at this length and was a real mess. At least it was naturally on the thinner, easier to brush side. The feral man’s patience was starting to run out in typical, childish fashion. Growling inhumanly to himself, he started to take bottles off the shelves and look over them to keep himself from attacking Sky with the damned brush.
Sky patiently accepted the fact that now they had a beetle in their hair. Sky could likely take about any sort of non-harmful harassment like a saint, a beetle was nothing. The only sign Sky was frustrated was the twitching of their tail. Hal’s hair was awful, and Sky cringed internally. How could someone let it get this bad?!
“Sorry, I know this sucks. But you’ve got half the forest in your hair.” Sky said, “When I’m done you can get rinsed off and get clean clothes on. When was the last time you had clean clothes?”
Hal let out a whine, cringing as his hair was tugged on more. “Uh…. Many moons,” he replied. To his credit he blushed and sunk more into the water. “Wash clothes whenever take bath.” Which was whenever it rained and he felt like standing out in it.
“There. That’s probably as clean as I’m gonna get you.” Sky said, putting the brush into the sink and standing, “I’ve gotta rinse you off and you’ll be good to go.”
Sky grabbed the shower head and turned it on, the water was cold as Sky tried to adjust it.
Hal felt… a little itchy. Naked almost. Well besides being mostly naked, he felt like a geckie that’d just shed it’s skin. Very smooth. Very weird. He scratched lightly at the scars that crisscrossed his chest. “Weird…”
He glanced up at the sound of the tap squeaking, onto to shut his eyes tightly as cold water suddenly cascaded over him. “AUGH!” he roared as if he were struck, twisting away from the spray. He attempted to stand up, only to slip in the water and go faceplanting into the side of the tub.
With a defeated whine he sat there, still faceplanted into the porcelion, and just let the coldness wash over him. Today was certainly not his day.
“I’m sorry!” Sky helped Hal to his feet, “I’m sorry, are you alright?”
The water warmed up slightly, though not as warm as the bath was. Sky tried to quickly rinse Hal off, Sky now also wet from the slight splash and helping Hal up. Sky said some sort of curse, not unlike “Jesus Christ” as they turned off the shower and grabbed Hal’s towel.
“I didn’t expect it to be that cold, here, dry off, looks like I have to go dry off too.” Sky said, wringing out the water from their shirt.
Hal just nodded and stood up sheepishly. He took the towel and quickly dried off as the cold got to him quickly now that he was missing quite a few layers. Man, it’d take years for him to rebuild his “protective coat” as one might call it (though most would call it disgusting).
He did have enough consiteration for Sky to start drying them off too with the dry parts of the towel. The beastman gave a short cough and rubbed his throat. Ugh…. so much talking was a pain.
Sky noticed that Hal’s clothes were… Also quite a mess. And Sky was nearly a foot shorter and about 100lbs less muscle. Sky probably had some clothes somewhere…. Maybe.
“Actually, wait here.” Sky said, getting off the floor to go search for clothes, taking Hal’s pile of dirty clothes with them. Seriously? How could somebody live like that? Sky felt slightly bad for the man, living in the woods with dirty clothes and never taking a good bath? Sounded like torture.
After some searching Sky found some old clothes Leafos had gave them, likely to be used as Piñata bedding. Some holes in the shirt and pants but they looked roughly Hal’s size. Where did he find people with clothes the right size? Sky tossed the dirty ones into a pile Sky had accumulated of mostly their own PJs. Laundry day tomorrow it seemed.
“Alright, clean clothes. I just hope they fit.” Sky said, walking back into the bathroom.
He watched him leave, fighting back the urge to grumble about being left alone. He wasn’t exactly needy and was perfectly fine being a lone wolf, but this was a new environment and Sky’s kindess drew him to them. Hal turned his attention to the products that were displayed all neatly on a nearby shelf.
The man growled something in animalistic speak to himself as he picked up a bar of pale soap and looked it over. Warily he sniffed it. Sky said moozipan soap, didn’t they? Well, it smelled like milk. He dabbed his tongue at it to taste– Mistake! Mistake!
With a hiss he dropped it like a hot coal and it disappeared under the bubbles of the bath. Never again. Note to self: Don’t eat soap even if it smells good.
Sky put the clothes on the sink and kneeled beside the tub. They had scented soap, but Hal had said he didn’t like it, and all they had was bar soap… Where was it?
“Hey did you like, drop the bar of soap here?” Sky pointed out where it had been, “I sort of need it to clean you up.”
Hal glanced up as Sky reentered with a curious tilt of his head. Oh! Right. He dug around in the water before pulling out the bar with a flourish, splashing water messily. His nails were dug into it so that he wouldn’t drop it– which worked a bit too well as he now couldn’t drop it into Sky’s open palm.
He shook his hand a few times until the now semi-squashed bar flopped sadly into their palm. Oops. “Uh… Thank Sky?”
Sky rolled up their sleeves and took the bar of soap. At this point, Sky was sure even Sherbet would have lost their mind. Patience and charity and all that.
“Alright. Let’s get the stuff out of your hair first. I could probably make a tree out of all the leaf pieces.” Sky said, carefully pouring water over Hal’s head and starting to wash it, avoid the cut.
The feral man grumbled but allowed it, shutting his eyes tightly to avoid getting anything in them. He entertained himself by looking over the bottles that lined the shelf. He recognized some of those words at least. He used to read a lot as a youngling…
Hal glanced down as leaves, sticks, and god knows what forest litter fell into the already dirtying water. Oh hey! There’s that bug he lost! Hal held up the shiny, non-pinata, beetle to Sky. “Gift?”
“You,” he insisted, shoving it at Sky as if to put it in their hair too. Realizing most of their hair was hidden by their mask however, he settled with putting it on top of their mask. It clung there, wriggling it’s antenne. It was still alive in there…?
Hal yelped as the hairbrush tugged at the deep tangles. His dull brown hair reached his lower back at this length and was a real mess. At least it was naturally on the thinner, easier to brush side. The feral man’s patience was starting to run out in typical, childish fashion. Growling inhumanly to himself, he started to take bottles off the shelves and look over them to keep himself from attacking Sky with the damned brush.
Sky patiently accepted the fact that now they had a beetle in their hair. Sky could likely take about any sort of non-harmful harassment like a saint, a beetle was nothing. The only sign Sky was frustrated was the twitching of their tail. Hal’s hair was awful, and Sky cringed internally. How could someone let it get this bad?!
“Sorry, I know this sucks. But you’ve got half the forest in your hair.” Sky said, “When I’m done you can get rinsed off and get clean clothes on. When was the last time you had clean clothes?”
Hal let out a whine, cringing as his hair was tugged on more. “Uh…. Many moons,” he replied. To his credit he blushed and sunk more into the water. “Wash clothes whenever take bath.” Which was whenever it rained and he felt like standing out in it.
“There. That’s probably as clean as I’m gonna get you.” Sky said, putting the brush into the sink and standing, “I’ve gotta rinse you off and you’ll be good to go.”
Sky grabbed the shower head and turned it on, the water was cold as Sky tried to adjust it.
Hal felt… a little itchy. Naked almost. Well besides being mostly naked, he felt like a geckie that’d just shed it’s skin. Very smooth. Very weird. He scratched lightly at the scars that crisscrossed his chest. “Weird…”
He glanced up at the sound of the tap squeaking, onto to shut his eyes tightly as cold water suddenly cascaded over him. “AUGH!” he roared as if he were struck, twisting away from the spray. He attempted to stand up, only to slip in the water and go faceplanting into the side of the tub.
With a defeated whine he sat there, still faceplanted into the porcelion, and just let the coldness wash over him. Today was certainly not his day.
"I'm sorry!" Sky helped Hal to his feet, "I'm sorry, are you alright?"
The water warmed up slightly, though not as warm as the bath was. Sky tried to quickly rinse Hal off, Sky now also wet from the slight splash and helping Hal up. Sky said some sort of curse, not unlike "Jesus Christ" as they turned off the shower and grabbed Hal's towel.
"I didn't expect it to be that cold, here, dry off, looks like I have to go dry off too." Sky said, wringing out the water from their shirt.
Sky noticed that Hal’s clothes were… Also quite a mess. And Sky was nearly a foot shorter and about 100lbs less muscle. Sky probably had some clothes somewhere…. Maybe.
“Actually, wait here.” Sky said, getting off the floor to go search for clothes, taking Hal’s pile of dirty clothes with them. Seriously? How could somebody live like that? Sky felt slightly bad for the man, living in the woods with dirty clothes and never taking a good bath? Sounded like torture.
After some searching Sky found some old clothes Leafos had gave them, likely to be used as Piñata bedding. Some holes in the shirt and pants but they looked roughly Hal’s size. Where did he find people with clothes the right size? Sky tossed the dirty ones into a pile Sky had accumulated of mostly their own PJs. Laundry day tomorrow it seemed.
“Alright, clean clothes. I just hope they fit.” Sky said, walking back into the bathroom.
He watched him leave, fighting back the urge to grumble about being left alone. He wasn’t exactly needy and was perfectly fine being a lone wolf, but this was a new environment and Sky’s kindess drew him to them. Hal turned his attention to the products that were displayed all neatly on a nearby shelf.
The man growled something in animalistic speak to himself as he picked up a bar of pale soap and looked it over. Warily he sniffed it. Sky said moozipan soap, didn’t they? Well, it smelled like milk. He dabbed his tongue at it to taste– Mistake! Mistake!
With a hiss he dropped it like a hot coal and it disappeared under the bubbles of the bath. Never again. Note to self: Don’t eat soap even if it smells good.
Sky put the clothes on the sink and kneeled beside the tub. They had scented soap, but Hal had said he didn’t like it, and all they had was bar soap… Where was it?
“Hey did you like, drop the bar of soap here?” Sky pointed out where it had been, “I sort of need it to clean you up.”
Hal glanced up as Sky reentered with a curious tilt of his head. Oh! Right. He dug around in the water before pulling out the bar with a flourish, splashing water messily. His nails were dug into it so that he wouldn’t drop it– which worked a bit too well as he now couldn’t drop it into Sky’s open palm.
He shook his hand a few times until the now semi-squashed bar flopped sadly into their palm. Oops. “Uh… Thank Sky?”
Sky rolled up their sleeves and took the bar of soap. At this point, Sky was sure even Sherbet would have lost their mind. Patience and charity and all that.
“Alright. Let’s get the stuff out of your hair first. I could probably make a tree out of all the leaf pieces.” Sky said, carefully pouring water over Hal’s head and starting to wash it, avoid the cut.
The feral man grumbled but allowed it, shutting his eyes tightly to avoid getting anything in them. He entertained himself by looking over the bottles that lined the shelf. He recognized some of those words at least. He used to read a lot as a youngling…
Hal glanced down as leaves, sticks, and god knows what forest litter fell into the already dirtying water. Oh hey! There’s that bug he lost! Hal held up the shiny, non-pinata, beetle to Sky. “Gift?”
“You,” he insisted, shoving it at Sky as if to put it in their hair too. Realizing most of their hair was hidden by their mask however, he settled with putting it on top of their mask. It clung there, wriggling it’s antenne. It was still alive in there…?
Hal yelped as the hairbrush tugged at the deep tangles. His dull brown hair reached his lower back at this length and was a real mess. At least it was naturally on the thinner, easier to brush side. The feral man’s patience was starting to run out in typical, childish fashion. Growling inhumanly to himself, he started to take bottles off the shelves and look over them to keep himself from attacking Sky with the damned brush.
Sky patiently accepted the fact that now they had a beetle in their hair. Sky could likely take about any sort of non-harmful harassment like a saint, a beetle was nothing. The only sign Sky was frustrated was the twitching of their tail. Hal’s hair was awful, and Sky cringed internally. How could someone let it get this bad?!
“Sorry, I know this sucks. But you’ve got half the forest in your hair.” Sky said, “When I’m done you can get rinsed off and get clean clothes on. When was the last time you had clean clothes?”
Hal let out a whine, cringing as his hair was tugged on more. “Uh…. Many moons,” he replied. To his credit he blushed and sunk more into the water. “Wash clothes whenever take bath.” Which was whenever it rained and he felt like standing out in it.
"There. That's probably as clean as I'm gonna get you." Sky said, putting the brush into the sink and standing, "I've gotta rinse you off and you'll be good to go."
Sky grabbed the shower head and turned it on, the water was cold as Sky tried to adjust it.
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