please please please tell us more about phantom knight au im so intrigued
I dont have much, but i do Have a little section of writing!!
It’s the most i can offer right now, but you guys are completely free to take ispiration from my idea!! more knight sonic is always going to be a treat!!
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(Just know, this is only a draft and is mostly notes and little sections of writing)
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Standing at the front of the ruins is a mobian no taller than himself. A knight's helmet rests on his face, obscuring his features. Peach paws rest on the hilt of a shining sword that's been stabbed partway into the ground. Chaos energy rises and flickers like the flame of a candle. Dark blue fades into a glowing teal that lights up the nearby water as it falls. The figure's posture is fixed and sturdy despite being pelted by frigid raindrops.
The mobian resembles a hedgehog in silhouette. A hooded cloak trails behind them, pooling at the knight's heels. Scarlet fabric lined with black beautifully displays flickering colors of the Phantom's glowing, smoke-like quills.
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Shadow approaches the ruins as quietly as he can. The knight's ears stiffen and swivel towards him near instantly. Shadow is more accustomed to sneaking up to humans, meaning he's pretty heavy footed for a mobian. He has yet to properly sneak up on another mobian.
Flames flicker and shift, barely moving as Phantom acknowledges the hybrid's presence with a slight turn of his head. The chains around his ankles shift noisily, clinking loudly against old stone and heavy armour. Rain sprinkles against the ruins like a cool mist.
The emerald hiding amongst Shadow's quills hums with familiarity and warmth.
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Before grabbing it, he suddenly drops onto one knee and lowers his head. Gauntlets rattle as he grips the hefty sword with a notable tremble. Fog rolls off the mobian like smoke from an extinguished flame, going from a deep ocean blue to a bright teal-yellow.
“I already said there's no need for that,” Shadow nearly hisses, “You are not lower than I, do not treat yourself as such.”
There's no verbal response. The edges of Phantom's smoke stutters and flickers from yellow to pink as Shadow delicately grabs the being's hand and pulls him into a standing position.
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“I told you not to call me that, Phantom,” Shadow says with the exasperation of someone who has been ignored many times.
As expected, Phantom doesn't acknowledge the words with much more than an amused flicker of smoke. The trails of smoke glow that familiar fiery pink.
The darkened halls of the ruins are painted an ombre of blues and pinks as they walk through a darkened corridor. It's nearly pitch black, save for the light of Phantom's softly glowing form.
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Soft light melts away the darkness like fresh snow. Shy little rays of light illuminate the room, peeking through the stormy clouds and gently brightening the center of a decaying study. Massive stone walls overgrown with vines and flowers take up much of Shadow's calculating gaze. Bookshelves barely creak or whisper under the strain of discarded books, eaten away by time and any multitude of small critters. Stone floors click under metal soles with a soft ‘click click click’ that just barely resembles the ticking of a clock. Every surface in the study holds leftover notes and blueprints, save for the very center of the room.
At the very center of the study is a small patch of moss that receives the colored light that the stained-glass skylight filters. Despite the lack of mirrors or candles, the room is more than bright enough to navigate.
Silently resting atop the soft plants is a young mobian with dandelion colored fur and fox brown markings. Around his neck is a red amulet that strongly resembles the gem the figure in the stained glass has on her chest.
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The boy is illuminated by light that's been filtered by stained glass depicting some sort of being with blossoms and leaves for hair and a red gem held to her chest; the edges of the image have dark vines curling away from the being's light.
Armour clinks as the knight lays his sword to the side. Silently, he takes one of the boy's paws and holds it to his armoured chest, the light his quills emit dims and flickers into a deep purple. The knight's form sputters like a dying flame.
Phantom's hands move slowly. Each sign trembles with emotion the knight can't seem to properly express.
“Family, Fix, Healer, Last hope.”
Shadow kneels at the young mobian's other side. Each breath is slow and shallow enough to leave the vines and red flowers embracing his limbs completely unbothered. The kit wears no gloves or shoes, but does wear a pair of high waisted, black shorts and a white shirt with puffy half sleeves.
He appears as if he's sleeping..
“I'll do my best,” Shadow says.
The knight visibly brightens, the edges of his flame losing a bit of that sorrowful, deep purple and gaining just a hint of light blue.
Shadow ignores the stutter in his chest and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. His hands hover over the kit's chest. Chaos energy has been wrapped around the boy like a cocoon, sealing him in his slumber.
