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[ask-lady-yveltal]

Classify my character depending on what you have read about them so far, and why:

Good:

Chaotic Good

Neutral Good

Lawful Good

Neutral:

Chaotic Neutral

True Neutral

Lawful Neutral

Evil:

Chaotic Evil

Neutral Evil

Lawful Evil

#((couldn't resist)) #ooc #memery

[ask-lady-yveltal]

"Darkangel"

I'd only come here seeking peace I'd only come here seeking me It seems I came to leave In your dream you see me clear I have no restraint, no fear Powerless I watched from faces I'd assumed My purpose set, my will defined Caress the air, embrace the skies Escape the sorrow and restraint of mortal cities Give me time I will be clear, given time you'll understand What possesses me to right what you have suffered I'm in this mood because of scorn, I'm in a mood for total war To the darkened skies once more and ever onward So many years I stood among The thoughts and tears of those I served Among my own I was alone through my own doing All the years I walked unknown

Behind the faces I assumed Powerless to clear your minds of what you'd suffered They fall again They fall again Give me time I will be clear, given time you'll understand What posseses me to right what you have suffered I'm in this mood because of scorn, I'm in a mood for total war To the darkened skies once more and ever onward There is no faith in which to hide, even truth is filled with lies Doubting angels fall to walk among the living I'm in this mood because of scorn, I'm in a mood for total war To the darkened skies once more and ever onward I'd only come here seeking peace I'd only come here seeking me It seems I came to leave

#ooc #character songs: antares

[ask-lady-yveltal]

Miss Yveltal, why are you so dark? I just wanted to be your friend......

Why am I so dark? I assume you mean no word-play upon my typing. Yet still, that must be said as part of it. I am a darkness, surely as stormclouds on the horizon or plumes of smoke above a forest. I am the ever-present potential for all things to fall to ruin. If you were the personification of forces that judge and destroy, you too would feel that darkness around you as a mantle.

Yet your desire to befriend the destroyer intrigues me.

#antares #a-latias-named-era

[ask-lady-yveltal]

So did/do you ever have any friends besides Wadsworth?

You assume that Wadsworth is a friend, rather than an assistant paid for his services.

But, to the point. At one time even I was young and naive. I believed that I could be accepted for who I am, separate from what role I fulfill, without judgment made upon my character. Time taught me the error of that misconception.

There was one I did truly call “friend.” Long ago, before the march of time and the sting of pain taught me better. He is still out there, I am certain. But it has been a long time. I am not who he remembers, and certainly he is no longer the same soul either.

But he was welcomed, and I was shunned.

I hope this answer suffices.

#antares #yveltal #reference to plot

[ask-lady-yveltal]

Come ask my character really hard questions about themselves, their past, or their relationships.

#ooc #delete later #((go for it))

[ask-lady-yveltal]

((A quick scribble of Wadsworth, the Lady's Malamar assistant.))

#wadsworth #malamar

[ask-lady-yveltal]

A dark shape detaches from the shadows and moves forward with the click of talons upon stone. "Friends..." she murmurs, as if tasting an unfamiliar flavor. "Friends."

She folds her wings and looks over the Latias. "Can the tree befriend the landslide? The riverbed befriend the floodwaters? Can the kindling be the friend of the fire?"

The Lady shakes her head slowly, her mane ruffling with her motion. "No. You do not understand what you ask. Or you think yourself curiously immune. No, I am a force of destruction. When I arrive, all that I see may soon meet ruin. What I know of friendship is that it is built upon a bond of trust. Or so they say. Can you speak truthfully that you can trust the blade hanging over your head? The boulder resting precariously above you? Would you remain, knowing at any moment your end will fall?"

She looks away. "Most have found it prudent to put distance between themselves and their destruction. As if this would delay the inevitable." Her face almost seems to hold a smile devoid of mirth at that. She turns to study the Latias once more. "Some, though...some court it. Some seem to thrive on the danger, of coming to the cliff and leaning over the abyss. Are you one of those, that think in proximity there may be some margin of safety? Or do you simply disregard that there could be any danger?"

She shakes her head again. "No. No matter your reason, for this alone your request will fail, and that is because friendship is a mutual bond. And there is nothing within me to give."

She turns abruptly, striding back into the darkness. "Once, there was. Never again. Pain is the greatest teacher, and I have learned much at her knee."

As the Lady disappears, another shape moves from the darkness, this one flickering curiously with lights along its body and bearing a swaying mass of tentacles above his beaked face. "The Lady has withdrawn," the Malamar says with a stiff bow. "This is your dismissal, and best to heed it." The odd pattern of his pulsing lights has a strangely hypnotic quality, as if urging compliance with his words.

#antares #wadsworth #a-latias-named-era #((wow Antares be more of an antisocial monster will you?? yeesh)) #((Wadsworth is pretty good at 'suggesting' that visitors leave Antares alone what with Malamar hypnosis)) #((also is that a hint of backstory)) #((ALSO ALSO not totally happy with my model for Antares)) #((mane is too scraggily on this one)) #((but I'm sure I'll get better as I draw her more))

[ask-lady-yveltal]

They will never understand.

They cherish beginnings, and they fear endings, as would any heart that knows not if it will remain beyond the end. They pretend to comprehend that it isn't an end, but the prelude to a new beginning. They say of the hardships, the setbacks, that they understand them to be part of the process, and by going through them all is made stronger. They claim to know that the fire burns away the chaff, that to purify the metal one must melt off the slag. They pay these concepts lip service, nod their heads in understanding, speak that they know of the necessity of the cycle.

Why, then, do they hate the wildfire? The choking undergrowth is burned away, old dead trees are reduced to ash, those unable to escape become fuel of the fire. And this nourishes the soil, this opens the seeds that need great heat to take hold, this makes the forest grow back with greater strength than it had before. But they hate it. And they fear it. And they would do all they could to stop it. To disrupt the cycle.

They do not fear and hate the beginnings, the new sprouting plants, the young just learning to stand, the dawn of a new day. They welcome them. And yet they resist the harvest, fight the march of age, rage against the fall of twilight.

Celebrate the beginnings, and yet prevent the next in their fear of the endings. 

They would stop the sun if they could. They would halt the advance of time. Their fear of ruin would itself ruin all they hold dear.

If they would only accept that what I do is just as great, just as noble, just as necessary as the new beginnings...

But no. They never will. They will look upon me with mistrust, expect that I shall rend them to ribbons and tear down all their works, and that I would do it with malicious joy. That I would enjoy their destruction and that my enjoyment would be worse than the joy of flight, the excitement of calling water, the rush of summoning the lightning. That for me to take pride and contentment in what is my role is for me to be depraved.

No. They will never understand.

#antares

[ask-lady-yveltal]

You've come to speak with me? I see. Make your intentions known. I shall humor them if the situation permits.

#ask blog #yveltal #antares

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