Nekomancer

Authored by Crescent

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Commissions for crescentwings and Bonjolasermaster 

[the-nekcmancer]

      Updated the icons for Azriel

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Noctus & Azriel aesthetic board.

[the-nekcmancer]

WHAT IS YOUR FINAL ACT AS A VILLAIN ?

you succeeded with your plan... right?

you stand atop the peak, and you look down at the wreckage. it was righteous wreckage, you think. it was necessary. now, you can begin to rebuild; a new world that will be better than the last. you don't care that your hero's body lays at your feet-- dead and useless. you don't care that they were technically doing the same thing as you: trying to make what they thought was a better world. it doesn't matter that, really, it was pure chance that it was you who came out on top. it doesn't matter. it doesn't.

Tagged by: @regnantlight​​ Tagging: @argentnaivety​ , @chaosworthy​ , @mobian-of-science​ , @fortruechaos​

[ephemeralsyzygy]

[rpxmusings]

        DEATH COMES FOR EVERYONE                                            ———   but who said that ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ can’t be 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 ?

[the-nekcmancer]

dullerhues​:

       Did she eat today? She had to think about it, which wasn’t very hopeful. A smile aimed upwards at Azriel with the slightest excitement. 

       “ Lunch with you? ” She repeated as if she wanted extra confirmation. “ That sounds wonderful. I ah– I don’t know this city enough to have a preference. Nor do I have a preference on food, really. Wh-whatever you pick I’m sure it’s better than roasted mushrooms and beet juice.”

          Now this wouldn’t be such an issue if she could figure out how to make that damned fish trap. It was a handcrafted tool of wood, stone, and enchanted twine. It was such a long time since her elders had taught her how to make it. There has to be a few steps she’s missing, but she’ll figure it out when she can devote the time to it. Some real food would be important to her these coming months. 

        “ Come to think of it, somewhere where I can get a really nice salad sounds great. I-I’ll trust your best judgement.”

【 ❖ 】The necromancer found his answer buried in the emptiness that had followed his initial question, having read Karda’s pause for exactly what it was; a no. She hadn’t. Azriel thought that’d be the case, hence his original offer to begin with, since he supposed there wasn’t much in the way of money coming in for Karda given her recent arrival in this world. ( Not that Azriel suspected mysticism work and fortune telling brought in much to begin with. )

  Perhaps he ought to start stopping by with groceries then. There wouldn’t be much Karda could do to protest it either, especially were he just to leave them on her caravan’s porch. Funds certainly weren’t an issue after Persephone’s life insurance money had come in.

  ❝ Lunch with me. ❞ The confirmation came in the form of a short nod as Azriel refrained from making a playful jest. Were it Silver, or perhaps anyone else, he’d have made a mock apology for disappointing them. It didn’t feel right to tease Karda. Yet. To do so now would honestly feel mean-spirited in the necromancer’s eyes. She was already grappling with acquainting herself not only with an entirely new world but also time period by extension. 

  As if sweeping up a choice word from the Stagwolf one of Azriel’s ears flicked, his head tilting slightly.  ❝ You’re a vegetarian? ❞ Sure, he knew that wasn’t what Karda had said exactly but it was what he’d taken away from the mention of salad, since that was what she’d wanted for her first proper meal of the day.  ❝ — in that case. ❞ Pulling his phone from his coat the light of its lock-screen had Azriel’s gaze stray distant, despondent, before he shakes it off and types away in a websearch. 

   ❝ There’s a trendy little vegetarian vegan restaurant not too far from my place. Never been, but I imagine their salad would be to die for. We’re gonna need to catch the train, but honestly, good time for you to learn since you’ll need to eventually if you’re going to live here, and you’ll be with me. ❞ 

[the-nekcmancer]

argentnaivety​:

        Though there was hesitation to go out on the typical rendezvous without Noctus, Silver insisted with himself that he couldn’t leave Persephone and Azriel hanging. The four of them had become quite the group when Silver got himself acquainted with the present timeline’s version of Spagonia. As if the version of the city 200 years from now wasn’t hard to navigate already. To make such good friends in the local timeline like this meant the world to the time traveler. He cherished them. 

         Soon in unspoken surprise, Silver jogged up to the feline with a friendly grin on his face. He had a small leather-bound notebook hugged against his shawl. Seems Azriel read the question in his expression before he asked it, leaving the hedgehog to laugh lightheartedly. 

       “ Yeah, Noctus has been studying pretty hard these past few days. He sent me a text encouraging me to come anyway and send his regards for missing out. ” He shook his head out of a sad disappointment that left as quickly as it came.

       “ Romantic, huh? As you wish; lady’s first. ” With his spare hand he opened the door and tilted himself forward in a bow, just to play along. Shame he couldn’t show Persephone his sketches of the constellations he saw last night with Noctus. But Maybe Azriel would like to see them?

【 ❖ 】An upturned smirk marked Azriel’s amusement. Its sound, nudging forward, in the ring of a chuckle at the hedgehog’s gesture. Such playful antics having already won Silver a soft-spot in Azriel’s day. The hedgehog had spirit. Spark. Something Azriel admired alongside, of course, just how unapologetic Silver seemed to be about it. Undeniably there was a light to the other and Azriel, like any classic feline, loved to soak up its warmth.

     ❝ What a gentleman. ❞ He remarked, rolling with the tease before stepping inside.

      A hand slipped from the confines of his coat pocket to catch the door, keeping it from clipping the back of Silver as he followed. ❝ What’s that you’ve got there? ❞ Azriel asked. He’d noticed the notebook, and his tail gave a tell-tale flick in curiosity. Wasn’t one of the alchemists, was it? Didn’t quite look the part. Noctus tended to use an old feather for a bookmark, as Azriel recalled.

       But before the hedgehog could answer his question Azriel politely rose a finger, bidding Silver to pause. ❝ — Actually. Hold that thought. ❞ It wasn’t that he’d wanted to cut Silver abrupt or not hear what the hedgehog had to say. But the opposite in fact. Since he didn’t want to be distracted from listening as his eyes glanced the busy food-spot, prowling for a place to sit.

       ❝ With it being just the two of us why don’t we sit at the bar-top for a change? ❞

       He’d started walking, swiftly slipping between the tables to snipe the two stools before another duo Azriel had caught watching them. They’d not stepped forward to claim ‘dibs,’ and only seemed to be considering the spot. Nonetheless, he flashed them an apologetic smile before waving Silver over.

        Normally, when it was the four of them, they’d always be confined to a booth. Which meant Azriel hadn’t yet gotten to sit at the counter like he’d always wanted. Since he was curious to read the old 1920′s newspaper articles that were displayed alongside the photos of Empire City decorating front service. It was a dated aesthetic, but one he’d unexpectedly found himself to enjoy as of late.  

        ❝ Sorry about that. Anyway, your book? ❞ He gestured to it with a paper-menu in hand as he picked it up.

[the-nekcmancer]

     This blog will be returning within a limited capacity 

I’d been toying with returning here since I’ve missed writing Azriel and I didn’t get to run this blog for long before it fell into disuse. Something which resulted from a number of factors, both personal and external. Hopefully though that’s passed and my recent experience with  multi-blogging over on @chaostested​ gives this blog a bit more staying power second time round. It being a sideblog certainly helps.

To help make things a bit easier for me to get back into the swing of things I’ve gone ahead and removed a good chunk of the old posts here. Not like there were many to begin with but it’s something to help... sweep the dust away, as I like to think of it.

Much like before this blog will only rp with mutuals from the @the-owlchemist​ as they share the same canon. Anything that’s happened to Noctus during this blog’s hiatus will also be canon over here. 

[jvstinderosa]

Sunset winds

[the-nekcmancer]

★ | Spagonia Headcanons Pt. 1 ( Sonic TH verse)

      Spagonia ( Supagonia ) is a large city renowned for it’s rich history and regarded as the art capitol of the world. It draws inspiration from multiple real world Western European countries with the most predominant being; Italy, France, England, and Spain. For the purposes of these headcanons I’ll be drawing more on the Italian side of Spagonia’s inspiration. 

       This is, in part, because I headcanon that Spagonia and Soleanna are part of the same land mass. The two nations serve as the Sonic TH equivalent of Florence and Venice respectively, with Spagonia sitting landlocked while Soleanna is on the coast. Unlike their real world counterparts, however, the two are separate nation states as there was no Mobian equivalent to the ‘Unification of Italy’ that resulted in them becoming a singular kingdom.

       Both share a rich history of conflict and rivalry, going back centuries, though have been at peace for recent history. Travel between either of their capitols is easily possible after the development of a high-speed regional bullet train that runs almost hourly. Because of such, there is a high number of people that work / study abroad in either city.  

      Spagonia university shares a ‘ sister school ‘ over in Soleanna, and erected a monument in consolidation. The sculpture itself sits outside the front of Spagonia university’s original entrance and is a homage to the symbol of Soleanna and its royal family, which, in itself is a reference to Solaris. As such the stature at the front of the campus depicts a sun with wings.

      Due to their similar origins both Spagonia and Soleanna share a mother tongue though the dialect between both differs quite significantly. Not just in terms of pronunciation but also in regards to general energy. Spagonian is considerably more casual than what is spoken by the locals in Soleanna. In a similar sentiment to northern / southern italians, both are historically known for friendly bickering that their dialect is the true dialect.

[the-nekcmancer]

Which tragic character from ancient Greek literature are you?

Antigone

You are antigone, from the theban plays by sophocles. you are bold, unwavering in your morals and your passion, an unstoppable force of nature. but when you go head-to-head with an immovable object, your ideals can lead you to self-destruction. you are stubbornly resilient and fearless to a fault, and aren't afraid to stand alone in the face of death. antigone, in your quest for justice, don't forget: you are allowed to step back, to love life a little, to be young once more before soldiering on to the very very end. be selfish in your fierceness, just once.

tagged by: @hyaciiintho tagging: @chaosworthy , @familylightfox , @omniversus , @tikalechidna @antakilla​ always feel too to steal it!~

[virtuallyinsane]

[rpxmusings]

                      your  𝓵𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻  haunts me like a   r i n g i n g   in my ear                              you left me long ago   YOU’RE STILL EVERYWHERE

[the-nekcmancer]

【 Hedgehog 】

your  eyes  catch  notice  of  the  stranger’s  courage   /   piqued  by  their  confidence  to  step  forward  towards  you.   it  makes  you  wonder  what’s  going  on  in  their  mind   /   if  only   ,   you  think  to  yourself   (   if  only  you  could  tune  out  all  the  noise   /   &   listen  to  the  thoughts  inside  their  mind   /   but   ,   even  you  were  not  capable  of  such  feats   ).  are  they  terrified   ?   /   do  they  have  regrets   ?   do  they  look  at  you   &   think   /   that  you  are  death  itself   (   &   you  muse  to  yourself   /   in  another  life   /   another  time   /   you  wear  the  mask  of  death  so  well   ).

for  all  that  death  is   /   the  corpses  will  be  dug  into  the  sands  of  time.

using  your  psychokinesis  you  float  into  the  air   /   &   lounge  about  as  if  you  were  sitting  in  a  chair.   taking  a  moment  to  hum   /   tapping  a  finger  against  your  cheek  in  thought   (   though   /   you’ve  already  made  up  your  mind   /   you  already  knew  what  you  wanted   ).   you  simply  play  along   /   to  the  script  etched  into  the  tape  of  your  bandages.

❝    knowledge   ?    ❞   you  say   /  in  a  way  to  break  the  silence   ,   but  the  empty  ambiance  drowns  you  out  once  more.   ❝    come  now   ,   i  know  that’s  not  the  whole  truth.   however   ,   i  am  curious.   for  the  knowledge  you  seek   ,   is  something  wicked   &   dastardly   ,   right   ?   something  that  defies  the  very  laws  of  life  itself.   i  can  see  it  in  your  eyes.   they  tell  such  a  fantasy   ,   that  i  find  myself  intrigued.    ❞   you  get  up  from  your  sitting  position   /   your  eyes  keep  focus  on  his.

❝    tell  me  about  that  which  you  seek.   i  would  love  to  be  able  to  help  in  some  way  that  i  can.    ❞

【 ❖ 】An eased gesture, so small, and effortlessly natural, sparks a memory in its defiance of gravity. One that struck familiar as purpled hues and pointed teeth gleam from within the shadows of Azriel’s mind. Where spilled ink dripped in their nonsensical and erratic lines, taking the form of a singular name. Maludoru. The very same moniker of the chaotic force that had shed both light on Azriel’s nature, and the shackles that bound him to a singular reality.

                It had been the nymph that had set Azriel on his current path, adrift, across the Eternities. Searching for answers that called back to the same echoing question. What face it wore might change, masked, and masqueraded, by alternate phrasings. But never its heart. Something which Azriel would by no means ever consider to be wicked or perverse. What was dastardly about wanting to breath life back into something robbed of it too soon? To return a mother to a son far too young to understand where she’d gone?

               Nothing. That’s what he’d decided.

               ❝ Only one of those is true. ❞ Azriel answered. His tail had flicked, cautious, almost as if sensing a trap. Since it certainly felt that way. A baiting lure to have him confess his intentions, his sins, for a clear conscious in smiting him. The golden glimmer of his gaze had his reservation reflect openly in his eyes. Yet... it wouldn’t be the first time that a being of power, and ancient purpose, had sided with his convictions sincerely. 

                ❝ What kind of story is it that you see in them? ❞ Momentarily deflecting their question with one of his own, he wanted to learn more of their supposed intrigue. This entity, as enigmatic as Maludoru, was still far too elusive for Azriel to lay his intentions out plainly yet.

[the-nekcmancer]

{ Sentence starters - still accepting } A letter from @dullerhues​ reads:         || Karda ||  “ your story mustn’t finish. ”

【 ❖ 】❝ —And why mustn’t it? ❞ Azriel asked, his words cutting curtly at the heels of her comment. Though it was not a question to which he’d await an answer. Let alone expect one. Karda didn’t know the story, didn’t know him, beyond what the Stagwolf thought she’d gleaned of him. With that... look of hers, which Azriel chose to play blind to. Just as he chose not to share the truth that would sever the strings of this strange friendship of theirs.

                 Karda’s words had sparked something. A feeling. One which fell between the realms of melancholy and frustration. It was the part of him that wanted to give this whole thing up and slip away. To find a little town somewhere, far from the cobblestones, and the crypts, of Spagonia. Where he could live in a small house beneath the shadow of a lush hill and be little more than a bad memory to all that had ever known him. 

                 But he couldn’t, and there was no going back now.                  He refused to. 

                 Even when it came at the cost of what was left of him. But then, Azriel already knew that the good man he’d once been was already long gone. The husband, the friend, they’d been buried alongside Persephone. Leaving only the necromancer behind in their wake within this shell of his. So Azriel couldn’t help but wonder...

                 Would it really be a loss if a man like him were to have their story finish early?                  When the last pages were always destined to be written in blood?                  All that remained to be seen was who’s it would be...

                 ❝ I... I’m sorry, Karda. Forget I said anything. That was rude of me. ❞

[the-owlchemist]

Azriel the ‘ Nekomancer ‘ by Elzdraw