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Arkos Week 2018 - Day 2: Aura

“For it is in passing that we achieve immortality...”

Screencap redraw for @arkos-week Day 2- Aura!

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@arkos-week Arkos Week Day 2: Aura

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List of people you can thank for this photo:

1. @toritomydorito for their wonderful figure skating arkos picture for day 5 which inspired me to draw this 

2. Scott Moir and Tessa Virtue for having more passion in their skating than I can ever hope to experience in my life and thus giving me this wonderful pose to work with

you know it, you know it still rise just fight it, just fight it don’t be surprised, i will still rise

arkos week, day one: pyrrha lives.

drabble under the cut!

He’d run back to Beacon as fast as he could. She’d gone on a suicide mission, but… She couldn’t leave him just yet, could he?

He finally made it back to the school courtyard. He finally came to a halt, doubled-over and panting. He forced himself to stand back up and, looking pass his teammates, pass Blake and Yang…

He wasn’t sure if what he was seeing was real. Was she really there? Was she still really alive? He took several steps towards the red-head.

“… Pyrrha?” he whispered, almost afraid to reach out to her. What if it wasn’t her? What if she really wasn’t there and this was all just some sort of sick illusion? He took several more strides towards her, his eyes wide in disbelief.

“Jaune…!” Her response was only a loud whisper, but it was still her. “Jaune, I…” Her voice was slightly louder, only barely above a whisper, but he could hear the nervousness in it. He was already holding tightly onto her before she could speak again.

“You’re alive…” he whispered, as if in awe. He felt Pyrrha wrap her arms around his neck and he pulled the young huntress-to-be closer, feeling tears forming in his eyes. “You’re alive.”

“Jaune, I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I thought I could take her, if Ruby hadn’t come in time and been able to help then I-“

“You’re alive, and that’s all that matters,” he responded. He could feel her crying, but it didn’t matter. The two held each other as close as they could, relishing in the moment.

Arkos Week: Day 4 - Scars.

“My dad said I was just never good enough.”

“I’m so sorry, Jaune...”

Vampire hunters, especially ones that were fresh to the job, were usually a cautious folk.  It came with the territory of course, as anyone could be a vampire’s thrall or even a full blooded vampire out to get you, and anything that seemed odd or out of place could be a trap or an ambush.  So when Jaune was approached by a vampire for protection of all things, he was wary, to say the least.  However, she offered to pay him a lot of money, and he was flat broke, so what could he say?

She was wandering about his house, wearing a blood red dress that matched her hair, seemingly curious about the items he had, from the old Arc family books and weapons to an action figure he had gotten when he was young.  She had told him her name when he begrudgingly accepted to take her in, Pyrrha Nikos, and that had made him more uncertain about all this.  The Nikos family was among the oldest and most infamous of the vampire bloodline, having survived throughout the centuries despite countless hunters going after them in an attempt to put an end to their reign; so why one would come to him was utterly beyond him.

He was about to turn on the TV, remote clasped in his hand, but Jaune couldn’t take his eyes off her.  Part of it was out of worry and caution, but he would be lying if it was also in part of how she looked.  He knew a lot of vampires used their physical charm to lure in a potential dinner, or fool a novice hunter, so he tried his best not to get drawn in.  Although, something seemed… innocent about Pyrrha.  Something was off, and he couldn’t tell what it was.

Jaune shook his head, not sure what exactly he was thinking, before turning on the TV to hopefully just get as much of this off of his mind as he could.  It was working… up until Pyrrha came up in front of him, drawn to the TV like a moth to a flame.

“Tell me, Mr. Arc, what is this… device of yours.”  She didn’t look at him as she asked, seeming to be too distracted by the images that were playing before her.

“It’s… a TV, a television?  You’ve… seen those before, haven’t you?”  He raised a brow, things getting increasingly odd, even for him.

“I… have not, Mr. Arc.  I haven’t had the chance to see the world in a long while…”  The vampire turned to him, frowning a little.  “Truth be told, that is part of why I hired you.  I have not been allowed to set foot out of my casket for who knows how long… everything is so different than it was last time I was free.”

“I… see…”  Jaune grimaced, not sure what he should be feeling right now.  “May I ask whhhhyyyy you weren’t let out?”

“My parents… my family…”  She frowned, clutching her chest as she started to recall.  “They put me away, saying that I was important for some prophecy, I don’t know what.  The only time they ever let me out was to occasionally feed.”

Jaune paused, mulling this newfound information over.  Part of him felt sorry for her, but there was this lingering doubt that this was just a sob story.  “...If that’s the case, then how did you escape?”

“I… I don’t know.  I was being pulled out to feed, but… then no one was there.  My home… no, my family’s home was abandoned.  I’m… not sure what happened, honestly, but maybe I just ceased to be useful?”  At this point, Pyrrha looked absolutely solemn, making Jaune feel more than a little guilty, even if he had a right to be suspicious of her previously.

“That… I… I’m sorry you had to go through all that.  No one, human or vampire, should ever go through something like that.”  With that, the hunter sighed, not sure what he was thinking as he went on.  “...Tell you what.  If we can figure out a way to have you feed without killing anybody, then… you can stay here as long as you want.”  Almost immediately, a good part of him felt absolutely stupid for making this offer, letting a vampire stay at his house, where he was most vulnerable.  By the look on Pyrrha’s face, none of this escaped her, as her eyes were wide in surprise.  They soon narrowed, and a small, innocent smile pulled at her lips.

“Thank you, Mr. Arc.  I appreciate your generosity.”  With that, she took a seat beside him, seemingly to join him in watching a show.  However, just as Jaune let out a breath of relief, that innocent smile turned into a sultry one.  “And I’ll only bite if you want me to~”