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[askfatesguardian]

(@the-lumiose-goodies) Joëlle (feel free to use her new look) approaches Micah. She makes a brave face, while actually being very nervous.

"B-bonjour!" she became quiet for a bit, but she continues to talk afterwards. "To be honest...I'm not a fan of dark red colors. They are...horrifying... But, I like the green highlight on your hair. Is there a story behind it? Or did you just dyed?" She asks the question while being not so confident in herself.

He picks at his two-toned hair, as if thinking about it for the first time. Pinched between two fingers, the strands slip through his grasp as he eventually lets them go with a pensive look upon his face. At first it seems like he isn't going to answer. But then...

"...I forgot there was any left," he admitted. "No. It is not dyed - Not that I even know what that is. The green was my original coloring. At least I think so. It's been so long since it changed... But long story short- My hair shifted when I finally accepted the blood of Yveltal. I'm like Sister in that aspect. When our blood awakened, our colors changed to reflect this. Maybe it has something to do with how sensitive Gardevoir are to change. Though I have no one to ask."

The one blue eye looks down to the Meowstic with an odd combination of a blank and sheepish expression as his arm dropped once more to his side. "...Forgive me for rambling on. It has been some time since I've spoken to anyone else."

[eternalnight-dreams]

"There will always be a need for Death. Without it, Balance cannot exist."

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A sneak peek at Micah's updated look! I didn't actually change him too terribly much from how he used to be, but my style has changed so much that he certainly doesn't look the same to me. I probably won't finish this until my child is unlocked on the askblog. But hey! I got into the mood for some Micah art and here ya go~

[chakkyeonie]

Salvation: Angels ain't just flesh and feather. They come in different palettes - sea foam, cherry bark, rose thorn. In the right neon light anything could be holy enough to save you.

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[noctispuffin]

So I’ve been wanting to draw a fey type dragon for a while now, Im looking at changing the scaling however... 

[askfatesguardian]

Micah

Keeper of Death Fallen Weight of Balance

Male Yveltal

Dark Aura

Moves ???

Known Knowledge Kreilanna's younger brother Ask Hints ???

[askfatesguardian]

@ask-the-lywelles Vahni@Rhea

The timid Umbreon would approach, mostly invisible, save for her hoodie, eyes, and rings, as well as a bit of dried blood around where one of her ears would be.

Vahni: "Your s-soul, it's a mix of pink a-and brown, filled w-ith love for some, but co-contempt and bitterness regarding others. It's a concerning si-sight."

"I was not allowed to love this world," The Ninetails mused mournfully. "It was decided I was unfit." "Would you grow bitter? When your sons decide to go to war just to dethrone you?" "Would you still carry your love? When you had to tear down that which you had created?" "Could you remain pure?"

[askfatesguardian]

(@ask-sarah-and-co) sparkle @ rhea

“Wooow, you’re a ninetales?!” She jumps up and down excitedly. “That’s super cool! Can you do the psychic-y magic stuff too? Or just fire type stuff?” She glances around, as if looking for someone. “That gardevoir’s probably good at magic! Is she your friend? Do you do magic stuff together?”

The tiny kit jumping at her surprised the deity at first, though Her expression quickly melted into amusement. Tails curled and swayed in a lazy rhythm as the deity contemplated what She wished to say. "Well... I am not limited to one type of magic, dear kit," She began. "Though that is simply a personal perk rather than a trait of other Ninetails." Seeing the kit now looking around for Her daughter, Rhea hummed and an ear flicked once towards the eastern wood. "She is an adopted daughter of mine. A rather stubborn one, but she cares for my woods well so I allow it. As for magic... she is clumsy at it. Manipulating the energy of Life is about all she can manage with no horn to stabilize her power. If she attempted magic as she is now, she could harm herself... or worse." Rhea shifted Her head to one side, feeling oddly calm despite how much the kit reminded Her of olden days. She crossed her forepaws before speaking once more. "I hope that answered your questions enough, little kit."

[askfatesguardian]

Somewhat curiously the Vibrava gazed up at the beautiful 'mon, tilting her head a bit before pointing up. " What happened to your horn? "

"Well... I don't really know," Kreilanna replied. her hand resting upon her hornless chest. "I have a scar there from an attack when I was a child, but I'd never had horns then either. So maybe I was never meant to have them. Or maybe some of the damage from that day remains."

"A pack of Houndoom hunted me as a Ralts. I would have died that day if not for my Surrogate Father, Xelthalon. He's the reason I awoke to the ancient blood my family carries so that I could take his place when he passed on."

The Gardevoir gives a faint smile to the Vibrava beside her, though there is a sadness hidden deep within her gaze. "I hope that answers your question well enough. Thank you for visiting me."