Guardian of Life Kreilanna

"It's not my fault you're too small, Kali! Sister is tending to the forest today! I told you we couldn't miss it this time!" "Well you wanted to wait until Mother was asleep to go! I told you it was a bad idea, Janus!" The two kits barreled through brush and twigs, unable to keep the tiny grins off their faces even through their bickering. Normally they would have been asleep at this time of night, but their Mother had enforced the rule less and less. As long as they did not leave the forest, she did not mind them roaming. They were safe here.

So they made liberal use of this new freedom. They skidded to a halt, their eyes wide as they stared at the back of their sister-figure. The off-color Gardevoir who seemed to be doing nothing for a time. They were too young to feel the heartbeat of the forest as Kreilanna did. Attuned to differing forces as they were. Eventually, Kreilanna moved, the forest seeming to echo with a faint glow of her power. Plant life thrived, beat with an echo that only the Guardian of Life could feel. Winter was approaching soon, and she needed to safeguard it against the coming frosts. Ensure the forest would re-awaken after the snow had melted into Spring.

She had noticed them, but she didn't speak yet. Not until her aura faded and her hair settled down from the ethereal wind that had picked at it strand by strand. The Gardevoir turned to both kits, who were wide eyed and had fur sticking out at all ends from their awe. A smile tugged as her lips, and she sighed softly. "...I shouldn't be surprised you two chose to stay awake. Good evening. Janus, Kali."

"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."

Micah

Keeper of Death Fallen Weight of Balance

Male Yveltal

Dark Aura

Moves ???

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."

“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?”