Afternoon! I finally got around finishing something I was working on for way longer than I liked LMAOOO-
I'm getting back onto stuff for my lil species I do for fun~ Well, at least trying to. This is Ballista! She's the guildmaster of a pretty important and well established organization called the Venturing Guild. They sanction expeditions and are generally the ones folks can ask when they need help. They have a larger headquarters back in her hometown, but she moved out to help folks at the capital and to have a more peaceful life with her spouse.
I'll spout some more about stuff below, y'know how it goes. ^///^
Ballista is actually smaller than the average comfy. She isn't short for a person, she's all around smaller. A fairy amongst fairies, perhaps. She is however, incredibly strong, and while she mostly thinks of herself as a retired adventurer of sorts she's never been caught rusty.
She's actually missing both an arm and a leg (her left one, it's why it's extra tied), the prosthetic's just usually covered. (She's got a zipper on the back of her boot) They were lost as a result of having her son, which for their species requires you to basically split off a lil part of your soul, which is what manifests your physical form. Having offspring of any kind isn't actually an inherent part of their kind, and she and her spouse are actually pretty lucky, because having only two people involved in this process takes a much heavier toll when not split amongst more people.
Her spouse is named Bastille, a big hulking gentle giant who can no longer speak as a result of losing their lower jaw to the aforementioned process, but is nonetheless very sweet. Their son likes to go by "Trey", which is short for Trebuchet. (I think I'm hilarious) Their son is usually out travelling or working elsewhere, so he doesn't swing by till later, but I enjoy their relationship. ^///^ Ballista loves making the "You cost me an arm and a leg" joke at her son, she sees the opportunity and she's god damn taking it. She's tough on the guy but it's clear she loves him very much.
There's still stuff to build on but for now I'm just trying to get more refs done for the sake of having em, and cause I have a lot of general stuff to be doing as a whole if I wanna start back up again. I'm pretty excited tho~
[This is really a part 2 but I havent done Part 1 Yet so youll just get a text explanation]
Kelek uses his magic to turn objects into plush/blankets by utilizing magic stored in his tail and magic stored in his hand-pads [which function as storage sacks as well]. After wrapping the magic from his tail around the object he kneads it in while mixing it with his hand-beans magic.
He can 'enhance' the plush by pumping more magic into it [either by excess wrapping and/or excess kneading] and make the plush bigger or smaller [he excels at bigger]. He can only do this during the initial creation, he can't enhance a finished plush.
Enhancing saps the magic from his paw pads [he can use his tail magic (wrapping) but using up all of his magic is dangerous, whereas using up the magic stored in his paws is fine.] He gets super tired if he uses more than half.
Kelek comfortably maxes out around bed-pillow size with bean-bag size being a bit more effort. Something large enough to lay on will knock him out. [Which isn't an unusual way to find his species.]
@comfys asked : i see you as a wave, as a bird, as a wolf. i try not to think of you the same way twice. KAEYA 4 jean I CANT REMEMBER IF I SENT U ONE
❝ that’s a great many things. ❞ and so it feels a great many things, a compliment and neutral assessment both. all she hopes is for it to not fall to something unkind, something calculating a strategy on her end ( 𝙼𝚈 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚂𝙾 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁 / A WOLF I AM NOT. A WOLF I AM NOT. ) though sometimes a wolf she worries she ought to be, for the sake of a liontooth lineage. but dandelion she’ll remain. she likes it that way. her heart is tender in that way, in that exact way. ❝ i could say the same for you. ❞ she lends him a glance, so sparing a thing she gives in this exact light : something cautious and keen, something that gives weight to suspicion. but that she couldn’t be, to doubt her companions. those she considers so closely her friends, and her counsel. but there are moments ––– only in the atmosphere akin to this one now, where the lights are dim and the knights still within the headquarters either sleep soundly or take a lazy-eyed watch through the night, coffee in hand. a late night, after a long day, does often give way to unrestricted considerations.
1. alrighty aphrodite. / ❝ Take a seat back in your clam shell. If the oceans not enough, nor am I. Rollin' in, I feel a dark swell. Crawling up the skin of my spine. ❞
2. poznań. / ❝ And if we ever break these walls down. It’s easier said than done. Would I be crazy enough to follow? Or let the regret eat me up. ❞
3. utage. / ❝ Tomorrow let’s meet at teatime. I’ll garnish it with the choicest sweetness. Let’s dance the Carmen at the banquet. Please accept my burning rage. ❞
4. too much. / ❝ Did you scream? Did you suffer? Does it help you do more? Does it pay up when you wake up and the last word is yours? ❞
“You play as beautifully as I remember,” He offers his praise, voice containing a strange gentleness as he gazes fondly across the horizon; to be free of one’s burdens was strange indeed, it left a morose yearning in the pit of his stomach that he could scarce satiate — the briefest requested tune seems to have placated it somewhat, though, and at last he turns his gaze toward Venti. “Thank you for indulging my nostalgia — it feels like far too long has passed since we have convened like this.”
