#kirrill darkroot

Saw this shirt somewhere and had to draw it on Kirrill. Uni is currently kicking my ass in regards to getting any arting or rping done in the star of wilds, but soon...soon.. x3 I also think I’m slowly improving? It’s nice to think so.

So I’m not sure how many people actually know, but the only reason Kirrill can still use his left arm + hand is from daily pain and muscle relaxant medication as well as arm stretches he does every few hours to keep it limber. 

This was actually...kinda fun, mapping out where all his scars are properly and figuring out the gradient of purple he has on his hands 8)

12. Tourist/travel wear

Sadly Kirrill is actually very practical when it comes to travelling. Sensible clothes with layering, so if it’s cold he’s good, and if it’s hot then there are a few pieces he can remove \o/

Kirrill Darkroot + art (c) Me~

The result of tonight's stream! -rolls around-

ps. He's so fluffeh.

pps. Space Frecklies.

In the quiet hush of his living room, Kirrill took the time to go over his recent research, tiger orange hues flicking over the various levels for each plant, fluffy ears twitching as he could hear the new system at work; delivering each package of water and nutrients needed to each piece of foliage. An ear would perk as he heard bare footsteps on the metal, head tilting to the side as he pondered if the metal itself was cold, given the central heating he'd installed. Probably not.

Tilting his head back he'd watch with a slightly narrowed gaze as the other approached and sat at the end of the couch, curling up at the end of it, not looking at him. Great. This again. "Hey," he'd mumble, not looking up from his work, a boot outstretched to nudge at the other's ankle, "Talk to me."

"Fuzzball doesn't want to bother Kirrill friend," the other mumbled, looking at him but pretending like he wasn't, a tactic he knew rather well. Sighing, the blue skinned male would take the initiative, sitting up and leaning forwards to grab the collar of the other's shirt, pulling him towards him as he laid back down, shoulders against the arm of the chair.

A quick flick of amber hues noted the smile on the other male's face, a light "hmmph," emitted, tensing as the other wrapped his arms around him and snuggled down. Eyes squinting, unsure as to what he should do he'd simply shrug and prop his datachron onto the other male's back, ignoring the contented noise and the rubbing of a cheek against his chest.

When had it come to this? When had he allowed him to get this close? Why was he letting him get this close. He'd stop what he was doing for a moment, flicking his gaze down and noting the contented aurin laying on top of him, the warmth something he was unaccustomed to, uneasiness settling in the pit of his stomach.

He supposed...that he was like him in away. Of what he could have become..could still become..if he'd given in. Fully dependent on someone else to make the rules, to order him about..he'd shake his head, swallowing the rising tide of emotions and push it down, down deep. No. No thinking about that. Hesitantly, right gloved hand would move from in front of the datachron to the other's hair, gently ruffling it.

The light cooing noise given in response was a noise he was slowly..slowly getting used to, a light huff from himself as he shifted his hand back to the screen, ignoring the other male oncemore.

He's very warm.

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This ship is so secretive (Or at least Kirrill thinks it is) that it's a submarine >3>

Fuzzball © They know who they are <3

Was -meant- to be a valentines day picture, as all my silly babs are single, so they get a giant cuddlepile. But due to a few things happening I never got the time to finish it. I WILL EVENTUALLY, this is just...a place holder >3>

For those that don't know the babs:

Blue grump = Kirrill

Green sprawler = Zandris

Red back brace = Zuberi

Yellow dreamer = Venyar

Purple NOT REALLY ASLEEP = Jakaran

The datachron has been set down on the bed, still slightly damp from its dip in the frigid waters of Whitevale's main lake. A small red light flashes, the camera recording the ceiling as a voice is heard, scratchy at first, as though from a distance, though it was getting closer. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," the camera's view changes, angular, furious features recorded as the blue aurin holds the datachron loosely in his grip.

"Fuck. I thought they'd all burnt. This is. Fuck. Just. FUCK!" suddenly the view is black as he plops it face down on the bed, the male's voice still being recorded, though alittle muffled, along with the wet slap of drenched clothes hitting the floor. "This is what I get for being complacent while working. Fucking her! Why her! Why not Braxon! Wait no. Forget I said that," the slight trickling of fear has threaded its way into his voice, boots swiftly kicked off.

Once again the view changes as the datachron is righted, showing Kirrill seated in the corner of his room, a pillow at his back as he sits atop the bed, seemingly wearing nothing but the blanket covering him. Ears are slicked back, eyes alittle too wide as he speaks "I can't go back. Fuck her work. There's no way in hell I'm letting her take me back," a heavily scarred hand comes into view to swipe away stray locks from his face, throat visibly working as he swallows.

"I'll have to stop fieldwork for awhile," he mumbles, bottom lip drawn into his mouth to bite down on, top teeth raking over the flesh as he stresses. "I'll be short on funds for awhile, but I should be able to float by, FUCK. I still need to get proper food for Lelly, uuugh!" the datachron gets a good view of his blanket covered, crossed legs before it's flung into the wall opposite, tumbling to land on the pillows left on the floor.