Viva Piñata!

Here’s some quick drawings of Sky before their death. In their universe, scars and such are rare because many creatures simply use magic to restore themselves. Sky isn’t a fan, they consider the damage part of their “rugged good looks”. I think a lot of the creatures in their world agree ;).

If they were to turn around they’d see Nil leaning on the wall at the far end of the hallway with an ‘eyebrow’ raised. There was no sound of their approach almost like they simply appeared there. Looks like Sky’s adventure is cut short.

Sky looked a little disappointed that they got caught so quickly. They didn't know anymore about Nil! Except that Nil could teleport. Or walk very quietly. Or something.

Lionesse made her way through the woods, heading towards the mountain she had deemed a good place to explore. Despite trying to be more civil and interact with people, they were exhausting and she found Pinata more willing to interact with her. And she figured the mountains would be a place to find some interesting ones. Her pride of Roario had already chosen a place to stay, so she was free to explore and join her pride again.  Now at the base of the mountain, she head a noise and turned around to find it. “Hello?” @ask-themallowerewolves

Sighing she tried to tug the kid out of the thistles as gently as she could, “I’m sorry but I can’t really argue with that kiddo, it’d be stupid for anyone to go against her let alone a tiny thing like you. But you need medical help, can you walk?”

“I’m fine. Really.” Lionesse lied, pretending as if her bloodied shoulder was no big deal.

“Come on if you don’t want to see a doctor at least let me help clean you up back at my place. It’s just down the ways and you really don’t want to deal with an infection.” She pointed over her shoulder with a thumb and a gentle smile. “I could try and fix up your suit too if you want? I patch my own clothes all the time” Her smile turned into a geimace as she looked down at her shredded sleeves, “er guess I’ll be patching mine up as well anyways.”

Shaking her head she led Lionesse out of the weed patch before stopping her, “hold on a quick sec.” she stuck two fingers in her mouth and gave a sharp whistle. Howls followed after it. “Alright let’s get going, her pack’ll be picking her up. I’ll call a weedling while we walk, don’t want an infestation to start here.” She begins to walk towards her garden.

“They’re not gonna hurt me, right?” Lionesse asked, keeping close to Liz, “I don’t like dogs.”

“Sorry again they get real curious about visitors and they haven’t seen many roarios so your coat and scent might have confused them a bit,” she led her to the house on the edge of the garden’s chalk line. Liz unlocks the door and sits Lionesse on a chair in a small kitchen. “Alright I gotta go get the stuff to clean up your wounds, will you be fine waiting here for a moment.”

As Liz went off to get her stuff, Lionesse looked around the room.

In Sky’s bare the the power felt stronger, it would’ve burned a normal person. Light reflected in millions of ways in the stone giving it a glittery appearance and almost like little bolts of electricity wer stuck inside of the small stone. The rock of course gave no answer.

Sky attempted to remember any sorts of superstitions surrounding covered mirrors. Mourning? Ghosts? Either way, Sky decided to lift up the covering slightly to look at the mirror.

“Can you hear me?” They asked quietly.

“What’s your name?”

The colorful boy returns to the mirror with a smile and holds up a notepad with the word ‘smiledip’ written in a messy scrawl. He turns it around after a moment and begins writing. He flips it again to show that underneath he wrote, ‘who r u?’

Smiledip flips the paper again to show more writing, ‘y r u here?’ He’s quite curious about this new stranger.

Lionesse made her way through the woods, heading towards the mountain she had deemed a good place to explore. Despite trying to be more civil and interact with people, they were exhausting and she found Pinata more willing to interact with her. And she figured the mountains would be a place to find some interesting ones. Her pride of Roario had already chosen a place to stay, so she was free to explore and join her pride again.  Now at the base of the mountain, she head a noise and turned around to find it. “Hello?” @ask-themallowerewolves

Sighing she tried to tug the kid out of the thistles as gently as she could, “I’m sorry but I can’t really argue with that kiddo, it’d be stupid for anyone to go against her let alone a tiny thing like you. But you need medical help, can you walk?”

“I’m fine. Really.” Lionesse lied, pretending as if her bloodied shoulder was no big deal.

“Come on if you don’t want to see a doctor at least let me help clean you up back at my place. It’s just down the ways and you really don’t want to deal with an infection.” She pointed over her shoulder with a thumb and a gentle smile. “I could try and fix up your suit too if you want? I patch my own clothes all the time” Her smile turned into a geimace as she looked down at her shredded sleeves, “er guess I’ll be patching mine up as well anyways.”

Shaking her head she led Lionesse out of the weed patch before stopping her, “hold on a quick sec.” she stuck two fingers in her mouth and gave a sharp whistle. Howls followed after it. “Alright let’s get going, her pack’ll be picking her up. I’ll call a weedling while we walk, don’t want an infestation to start here.” She begins to walk towards her garden.

"They're not gonna hurt me, right?" Lionesse asked, keeping close to Liz, "I don't like dogs."

15. "All I wanted was you, goddammit!"

With a hiss he dropped it like a hot coal and it disappeared under the bubbles of the bath. Never again. Note to self: Don’t eat soap even if it smells good. 

“Hey did you like, drop the bar of soap here?” Sky pointed out where it had been, “I sort of need it to clean you up.”

He shook his hand a few times until the now semi-squashed bar flopped sadly into their palm. Oops. “Uh… Thank Sky?” 

“Alright. Let’s get the stuff out of your hair first. I could probably make a tree out of all the leaf pieces.” Sky said, carefully pouring water over Hal’s head and starting to wash it, avoid the cut.

Hal glanced down as leaves, sticks, and god knows what forest litter fell into the already dirtying water. Oh hey! There’s that bug he lost! Hal held up the shiny, non-pinata, beetle to Sky. “Gift?” 

“For me? Or a gift someone gave you?” Sky asked, grabbing a hairbrush to help clean Hal’s hair.

Hal yelped as the hairbrush tugged at the deep tangles. His dull brown hair reached his lower back at this length and was a real mess. At least it was naturally on the thinner, easier to brush side. The feral man’s patience was starting to run out in typical, childish fashion. Growling inhumanly to himself, he started to take bottles off the shelves and look over them to keep himself from attacking Sky with the damned brush. 

“Sorry, I know this sucks. But you’ve got half the forest in your hair.” Sky said, “When I’m done you can get rinsed off and get clean clothes on. When was the last time you had clean clothes?”

It was a wonder the feral man didn’t stink more. 

Sky grabbed the shower head and turned it on, the water was cold as Sky tried to adjust it.

With a defeated whine he sat there, still faceplanted into the porcelion, and just let the coldness wash over him. Today was certainly not his day. 

“I didn’t expect it to be that cold, here, dry off, looks like I have to go dry off too.” Sky said, wringing out the water from their shirt.

He did have enough consiteration for Sky to start drying them off too with the dry parts of the towel. The beastman gave a short cough and rubbed his throat. Ugh…. so much talking was a pain. 

“You get dressed, I’ll change. Would you like something to drink? Water?”

What to do while Sky was busy? He paused as he passed by a room, peering in curiously. Smelled like Sky… Bedroom? Glancing back to see if the demon was watching, he slowly crept in to poke around. 

The kitchen was plain and almost as spotless as the bathroom. The fridge was nearly empty, did Sky even eat? They still had plates, bowls, cups, as well as animal bowls.

>any that's the that on that

With a hiss he dropped it like a hot coal and it disappeared under the bubbles of the bath. Never again. Note to self: Don’t eat soap even if it smells good. 

“Hey did you like, drop the bar of soap here?” Sky pointed out where it had been, “I sort of need it to clean you up.”

He shook his hand a few times until the now semi-squashed bar flopped sadly into their palm. Oops. “Uh… Thank Sky?” 

“Alright. Let’s get the stuff out of your hair first. I could probably make a tree out of all the leaf pieces.” Sky said, carefully pouring water over Hal’s head and starting to wash it, avoid the cut.

Hal glanced down as leaves, sticks, and god knows what forest litter fell into the already dirtying water. Oh hey! There’s that bug he lost! Hal held up the shiny, non-pinata, beetle to Sky. “Gift?” 

“For me? Or a gift someone gave you?” Sky asked, grabbing a hairbrush to help clean Hal’s hair.

Hal yelped as the hairbrush tugged at the deep tangles. His dull brown hair reached his lower back at this length and was a real mess. At least it was naturally on the thinner, easier to brush side. The feral man’s patience was starting to run out in typical, childish fashion. Growling inhumanly to himself, he started to take bottles off the shelves and look over them to keep himself from attacking Sky with the damned brush. 

“Sorry, I know this sucks. But you’ve got half the forest in your hair.” Sky said, “When I’m done you can get rinsed off and get clean clothes on. When was the last time you had clean clothes?”

It was a wonder the feral man didn’t stink more. 

Sky grabbed the shower head and turned it on, the water was cold as Sky tried to adjust it.

With a defeated whine he sat there, still faceplanted into the porcelion, and just let the coldness wash over him. Today was certainly not his day. 

“I didn’t expect it to be that cold, here, dry off, looks like I have to go dry off too.” Sky said, wringing out the water from their shirt.

He did have enough consiteration for Sky to start drying them off too with the dry parts of the towel. The beastman gave a short cough and rubbed his throat. Ugh…. so much talking was a pain. 

"You get dressed, I'll change. Would you like something to drink? Water?"

With a hiss he dropped it like a hot coal and it disappeared under the bubbles of the bath. Never again. Note to self: Don’t eat soap even if it smells good. 

“Hey did you like, drop the bar of soap here?” Sky pointed out where it had been, “I sort of need it to clean you up.”

He shook his hand a few times until the now semi-squashed bar flopped sadly into their palm. Oops. “Uh… Thank Sky?” 

“Alright. Let’s get the stuff out of your hair first. I could probably make a tree out of all the leaf pieces.” Sky said, carefully pouring water over Hal’s head and starting to wash it, avoid the cut.

Hal glanced down as leaves, sticks, and god knows what forest litter fell into the already dirtying water. Oh hey! There’s that bug he lost! Hal held up the shiny, non-pinata, beetle to Sky. “Gift?” 

“For me? Or a gift someone gave you?” Sky asked, grabbing a hairbrush to help clean Hal’s hair.

Hal yelped as the hairbrush tugged at the deep tangles. His dull brown hair reached his lower back at this length and was a real mess. At least it was naturally on the thinner, easier to brush side. The feral man’s patience was starting to run out in typical, childish fashion. Growling inhumanly to himself, he started to take bottles off the shelves and look over them to keep himself from attacking Sky with the damned brush. 

“Sorry, I know this sucks. But you’ve got half the forest in your hair.” Sky said, “When I’m done you can get rinsed off and get clean clothes on. When was the last time you had clean clothes?”

It was a wonder the feral man didn’t stink more. 

Sky grabbed the shower head and turned it on, the water was cold as Sky tried to adjust it.

With a defeated whine he sat there, still faceplanted into the porcelion, and just let the coldness wash over him. Today was certainly not his day. 

"I didn't expect it to be that cold, here, dry off, looks like I have to go dry off too." Sky said, wringing out the water from their shirt.

With a hiss he dropped it like a hot coal and it disappeared under the bubbles of the bath. Never again. Note to self: Don’t eat soap even if it smells good. 

“Hey did you like, drop the bar of soap here?” Sky pointed out where it had been, “I sort of need it to clean you up.”

He shook his hand a few times until the now semi-squashed bar flopped sadly into their palm. Oops. “Uh… Thank Sky?” 

“Alright. Let’s get the stuff out of your hair first. I could probably make a tree out of all the leaf pieces.” Sky said, carefully pouring water over Hal’s head and starting to wash it, avoid the cut.

Hal glanced down as leaves, sticks, and god knows what forest litter fell into the already dirtying water. Oh hey! There’s that bug he lost! Hal held up the shiny, non-pinata, beetle to Sky. “Gift?” 

“For me? Or a gift someone gave you?” Sky asked, grabbing a hairbrush to help clean Hal’s hair.

Hal yelped as the hairbrush tugged at the deep tangles. His dull brown hair reached his lower back at this length and was a real mess. At least it was naturally on the thinner, easier to brush side. The feral man’s patience was starting to run out in typical, childish fashion. Growling inhumanly to himself, he started to take bottles off the shelves and look over them to keep himself from attacking Sky with the damned brush. 

“Sorry, I know this sucks. But you’ve got half the forest in your hair.” Sky said, “When I’m done you can get rinsed off and get clean clothes on. When was the last time you had clean clothes?”

It was a wonder the feral man didn’t stink more. 

Sky grabbed the shower head and turned it on, the water was cold as Sky tried to adjust it.