So, I’ve hinted at what ‘Pruning the Rose’ meant in a few images leading up to the plot. With this recent bit, it should be pretty easy to put together the pieces now.
Here are the drawings in question. They both have something common and I’ll do a little doodle for the first person to guess what happened to Rose in the new plot piece. (( Theta, you don’t count, you butt. ))
Young and Beautiful: http://tolucian.tumblr.com/post/91898084868/
It was also played on with every bit of writing I did for Rose in the future, specifically the Soulmate miniRp, but that was a much more subtle hint.
EDIT: You have to be specific if you want a doodle. ;P
Everything was so… dark. Rose knew she had fallen asleep in her own bed, but now, far longer than she felt she would normally rest, her eyes fought to open against some force holding them closed. Maybe she was just more tired than usual, but that didn’t seem right. Making an attempt to sit up, her eyes were suddenly forced open by the searing pain traveling across every nerve in her body.
A sharp cry tried to escape her maw, only to be halted by a stinging restraint tied around her muzzle. Her mind told her the bonds were obviously made of fire or some sort of acid to inflict such a hellish burn, but she knew better. This was something she had felt before, though not so harsh, and that was what made her frame start to shake.
This was the work of a powerful Psychic. Someone with Miracle Eye. If she was being held captive, that could only mean one of two things. She shifted slightly, hissing at the realization that a thick braid of the energy constricted around the entirety of her right arm, rendering it immobile unless she wanted to sear the Psychic into it even more.
Either Han’s mother had found her, which seemed unlikely given the type of bindings, or…
"Ah, you’re awake." Turning to face the voice, she was met with an unfamiliar silhouette. The species she recognized after a moment’s thought, having met a Gothitelle once while living with Zamos’s tribe, but that still didn’t tell her who this stranger was or what he wanted with her. "Simple answers for both, creature." His voice rang out to both her ears and her thoughts, causing a dull ringing between them.
"I am the leader of an organization of Psychics dedicated to eradicating the Dark type menace." Rose’s ears fell, her fear proven true. Naomi had told stories and warnings about the Night Eyes, but the Zoroark had no reason to believe they’d ever target her. What had she done to them, to anyone? "One question at a time," he reprimanded, moving an arm surrounded by the stinging energy to wrap more of the tendrils around her neck, squeezing and burning the flesh which still had not fully healed from her encounter with the Sceptile.
"As for what you have done, isn’t that obvious?" Another wave of the glowing arm and a circle of light lit up across the strange, empty room from her. The sight it revealed drew an immediate whimper of fear from the restrained mother. Wrapped up in the same bonds as her, shaking and whining pitifully, was Cardinal. The pup’s eyes darted to the smiling Gothitelle, quite obviously frightened by the situation and the Psychic he decided was the cause of it.
Then, his gaze fell to Rose and the small whines became a series of sharp, happy barks. The Zoroark’s heart sank in her chest at the sound. He had no idea of the danger they were both in, but even if he did, he wouldn’t fear anything as long as she was there. Surprisingly, the binds holding her mouth shut lifted, freeing her to speak if she so wished.
"Go ahead. Tell your little abomination that everything is going to be alright." She was confused for a moment, before everything finally clicked together. The Night Eyes hated the mingling of Dark and Psychic blood. Cardinal’s father was. . and she… oh. Oh no. As the reasoning ran through her thoughts, the Gothitelle’s chuckling dragged her back to the trouble at hand. "Well?" Rose snarled at his word, only to feel the binds around her neck cut deeper into her skin.
"I see you’ll need a little… persuasion. I can do that." Rose’s ears perked as the glow around Cardinal suddenly started to brighten. His barking cut short in favor of the frightened whimpers once again, wide eyes falling on his mother and looking for comfort. Comfort she couldn’t give him. The source of the energy raised, pointing at the Zorua to get his attention, then balling tightly, but slowly into a fist.
The reaction was immediate. With the constricting ties closing in on him, Cardinal burst out into high pitched howls of agony, his struggles to get free only making the pain worse. Rose lunged against her own restraints, trying desperately to reach him, but the hold on her arm refused to loosen. Pain threatened to envelop her consciousness as she strained, energy slicing through her fur easily and leaving marks that would take months to heal, if at all.
"Stop it! He’s just a boy." Rose pleaded, digging her free claws into the ground for some sort of leverage. The glowing around Cardinal faded, leaving the pup a crying, whimpering mess on the floor. She couldn’t see any blood, which was good, but she let lose another snarl as the Night Eye leader reached down and picked him up by the scruff of his neck.
"Just a boy now, but he will grow and he will no doubt take after the disgusting species of whose form he has taken." He released his hold, smiling to himself as the injured pup hit the ground with a pitiful yip. "So, go on. Tell him that momma will protect him." The Zorua’s howls started up again as the Gothitelle’s energy arm tightened and flexed the stinging bonds. "It will make this all the more satisfying."
Rose wanted to scream, wanted to comfort her son, wanted to do absolutely anything, but her voice refused to work. Tears ran freely down her face, staining with the flecks of blood her tight muzzle restraint had brought to the surface as Cardinal’s howls got louder and more frantic. He was in pain, serious, excruciating pain and she couldn’t reach him.
Her claws dug into the ground, pulling herself forward bit by bit, biting down on her tongue at the agony in her captured arm, but refusing to stop. If she could just get closer, she could help him. She could stop the pain. She could protect her son. He was so close, her claws could almost reach him, but her limbs would stretch no further. He was right there. His eyes were on her and he was crying out, begging for her help, but she couldn’t get to him, not with her damn arm wrapped up.
A small cut. It was nothing more, but the binds had finally pushed in far enough to slice open the side of Cardinal’s muzzle, spreading a line of blood on the ground. That was all she could stand. Her legs sought purchase behind her and, once they found it, she grit her teeth and lunged forward.
She didn’t matter anymore. She had to get her body around him, even if the Gothitelle intended to kill her, she could protect her son. He was her everything. Nothing else mattered.
There was a moment of nerve shattering pain the likes of which she’d never felt and then… nothing. Her body was… numb. With her remaining strength, she sent a Dark Pulse through the binds holding Cardinal in place. To her surprise, they faltered and disappeared, though her own stayed intact.
She didn’t dwell on it. She had him now. He was safe. Her vision began to swim, the numbness giving way to a creeping ache, but it was not enough to keep her conscious. Wrapping her arm tightly around the love of her life, she allowed herself to smile.
Everything was going to be okay.
Patches and Grannie
NPCs that will appear in Team Theta’s plot, hopefully soon. Grannie is the grandmother of Garret the Baraixen owned by tolucian.
More on these two when they appear in story.
Yesssss. I love them <3
"Come down here! Your bow’s all crooked."
Meaux and askteamtheta's Sydney being too adorable to handle.
valkyryn! Jojo needs little wings!
just hangin’ out with my
crested geckoBABY DRAGON
Finished Duckling Gryphon design!
I got an overwhelming response for the Cyclopian Kitten, so I decided that I’m going to do him as a premade partial suit and make the Duckling Gryphon for myself as digitigrade practice.
This fella is going to have hand escapes in the wings so I can actually, you know, use my hands. Otherwise I’d be forced to have a handler and I’m usually stuck suiting alone.
people need to understand that some people just don’t like talking it has nothing to do with u so don’t take it personally like some people just aren’t talkers and they’ll probably never text u first or initiate a conversation and it’s not because they don’t like u it’s just that they don’t think to say anything bc they’re comfortable with not saying anything
I can’t decide which one of these two suit ideas I like better, so I’d love to get your opinion!
1. Duckling Gryphon - Stubby winglets, big digitigrade paws, quacking
2. Cyclopia Cat - Big paws, possible digitigrade but probably semi-stompy plantigrade, potential for KILLER vision
Keep in mind: Neither of these have color palettes figured out yet, so don’t vote based on that, please.
Which would you rather see as a suit first and why?
6 days ago
they're all better than you get used to your soul draining job you'll never move you can't help you're just going to let everyone down you're too slow you never reply to anything you forget everything you're just a watered down version of better peopl