#nyxdraws

"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."

"There will always be a need for Death. Without it, Balance cannot exist."

-x-

Salvation: Angels ain't just flesh and feather. They come in different palettes - sea foam, cherry bark, rose thorn. In the right neon light anything could be holy enough to save you.

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?”

"Well... I don't really know," Kreilanna replied. her hand resting upon her hornless chest. "I have a scar there from an attack when I was a child, but I'd never had horns then either. So maybe I was never meant to have them. Or maybe some of the damage from that day remains."