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Caerulea Woden
Psychotropic Nymphaea.

As cold as your heart.

She was incredibly light - at least, in Narcissus’ trained arms she was.

The Greninja sighed softly, gazing up ahead where he could easily make out the forms of Jezebel and Kalaghata, walking side by side. The Lopunny was grasping the Ralts’ hand tightly, and from the way Kal’s fingers curled around the Lopunny’s it was clear he was grasping her hand just as tightly.

’It’s what he needs,’ Narcissus thought, looking down at the sleeping Kirlia in his arms, ’I may not be Psychic but I spent enough time around a temperamental Ralts to know how badly emotions can wear them out.’

Briefly the black Greninja’s thoughts drifted to Samehk; a childhood friend. As a Ralts the now scarred Kirlia had often visited Iapon with his parents - or at least, the ‘mons that everyone deduced as Samehk’s parents. Eventually it was revealed that Samehk’s father was not who he thought he was, and after that Samehk didn’t return to Iapon for a while.

Narcissus sighed, ’and then he suddenly showed up one day and he was never the same. The only thing he kept from his days as a Ralts was that volatile temper of his, and even if he doesn’t lose it very often it just makes it that much worse when he does. That, and his glare has slowly gotten more vicious,’ a frown crossed his lips and he shifted Saroja slightly in his arms, his red gaze wavering off the path ahead, ’I’ll never forget seeing him with those scars the first time. When they still looked fresh, or when he bled from his eyes… troubling times.’

It had certainly been rough for Narcissus, especially at the time. He hadn’t known how to cope with this suddenly stoic, emotionless Kirlia that was far removed from the boy he once knew, but at least Samehk had one stable friend to keep him from constantly losing his temper.


’And Jezebel is to Kal what Padma was and is to Samehk,’ a smile pulled at his mouth, ’a mediator. A calmer. A steady flow of constant emotion that doesn’t ebb and flow on a roller coaster ride,’ another sigh, ’perhaps I could be that calmer to Samehk now that I wasn’t back then… but I do believe he doesn’t need me.’

“Does he, Begonia?” he whispered the thought under his breath and he heard the sound of a soft gasp. A smile pulled at his lips again and he turned his red eyes to the forest, not looking for anything in particular but to make it clear to the other Greninja that he knew she was there.

“You were the one with the natural talent, but don’t go letting yourself believe that I didn’t change.”

His words chased the female away, and he could tell he’d flustered her based solely on the fact that he heard her jump away, back toward Andalusst. His mouth settled back into a thin straight line once again and he set his gaze on Saroja. His eyes flicked to her stomach, where he had placed the ring.

There was a gemstone in it - a diamond, of course - and Narcissus knew that it was an engagement ring. Though it had never crossed his mind until the Festival, he had come to the realization that despite Kalaghata’s height and his - in some cases - mature way of speaking, he was considerably younger than Saroja was. It particularly showed when the Ralts lost his temper. He threw temper tantrums that clearly showed his age in the end.

’Well I guess I can be to Saroja what Jezebel is to Kalaghata… someone that she can trust to at least spread the calm when possible,’ his attention turned back to the ring. He had to admit, at first he thought that perhaps Kalaghata and Saroja were together - it would have been entirely natural for their species, after all. However, the more he had observed, and after realizing how young Kal was and analyzing his reaction to seeing the ring, the Greninja knew now that it was not the case.

Kal’s dislike of his female companion was sometimes plainly obvious. Other times, it seemed like he truly cared. And other times still, his emotions were clearly conflicted. It was the boon of being a Psychic type, one could be so easily influenced by the emotions and thoughts of another, especially if they were the same species. Saroja must have had some understanding of this and used it to her advantage, ultimately making the Ralts become territorial of her.

’But even if she hadn’t extended her psyche to him, he would have become territorial anyway, with how much they’re together. Plus, I doubt she really does it on purpose. It’s clear to me she has some genuine feelings for him, and that she at least wants him to like her as a friend,’ a sigh escaped him once again, ’touching him physically must be the way she understands how to get closer to him, though given his obvious dislike of her… it’s been more difficult than it should be.’

His head tilted to the side as he stared at the two ahead. Finally the four were getting closer to the house, but Nar focused his gaze on Kalaghata’s back.

He couldn’t help but think that there was more behind why Kal didn’t like Saroja. Couldn’t help but believe that his dislike of Saroja was not because he disliked Saroja; rather, it was something about the way she behaved, or perhaps even her species.

Brows furrowing in confusion, Nar tilted his head to the other side, ’that would be odd… though I know for a fact that he hates being lied to. Speaking of which...’ he turned his gaze back to the ring once again, not missing the way Kal relaxed his shoulders once the Greninja stopped staring at him, ’I wonder if I could get Saroja to open up to me about it, at least. She seems to be worried about something.’

Once the four Pokemon finally made it into the house, Kalaghata wandered straight over to his bed and lay down, immediately falling asleep. Jezebel huffed softly then turned to face Narcissus.



“Put her with him.”

The Greninja was a bit startled by Jezebel’s statement.

“Jezebel, surely it would be--” he fell silent as she had started shaking her head vigorously the moment he started speaking.

“No. Put her with him! He needs her to be near him, flower.”

Her words were full of unusual confidence. Narcissus merely complied. He wordlessly set Saroja down next to Kalaghata, Jezebel at his elbow, and immediately the Ralts subconsciously moved in an attempt to curl around the Kirlia protectively. Just as instinctively Saroja curled in toward his chest.

The Greninja let out an impressed sigh. Despite the fact that she was timid and shy, Jezebel was surprisingly intuitive. Narcissus should have just listened to her from the start, and he eyed the rose-hued Lopunny as she skittered over to the stairs that led to the attic, ’after all, it takes a great amount of intuitive skill to read past my level of stoism.’

After setting two glasses of water on the counter divider next to Kalaghata’s bed, the Greninja retreated up into the attic as well. Jezebel was sitting by the lone window when he got up there and - given his height - the Greninja had to crouch a little to get over to her.

“What’s the matter, Jezebel?” he asked, brows drawn back in concern. He knew that look in her eye. She was thinking about her past again.

“... Narcissus.”

His eyes widened in surprise at her use of his name. Normally she would just call him ‘flower’, after all, and while he doubted it was because his name was a mouthful, this was the first time she had called him by name.

“Do you think the fog really has much to do with the fact that I’ve forgotten why I’m afraid of the sun, Narcissus?”

For a moment, the frog was unsure of what to say. He had never seen Jezebel look so… mature. Her expression was distant, and there was a certain longing that dwindled in her eyes.

“By nature, I know, my species is not nocturnal. But…” she looked down at the scars on her arms, then on her thighs and waist, then she moved her sun-colored gaze to look at him, “the sun. It scares me. Why? Did I spend too much time in the fog because it kept the sun’s rays at bay? Is that why I can’t remember? I don’t even know if I ran away to the fog in the first place.”

Narcissus was quiet. He looked up at the moon and she did too, and he knew she knew he was thinking about an answer. They didn’t have to speak to each other much at all really; words weren’t always needed.

“I can’t be sure, Jezebel,” he began, turning his head to look at her once again, “what I can say for certain is something must have happened to you during the day that left you so traumatized that you can’t even bear to be in the sun. That, and you mentioned before that it makes your scars hurt. Over-exposure to the sun seems to be… harmful to your scars.”

She nodded her head, acknowledging his words.

The rest of the time was spent in silence until the first rays of sun began to peek over the horizon. Jezebel stood and strode away from the window and Narcissus followed, lying down next to her. Much like how Saroja had curled into Kalaghata’s chest, Jezebel curled into Narcissus, and he wrapped an arm protectively around her.

He wavered between the realm of dreams and wakefulness for quite sometime, and it wasn’t until there was no more noise downstairs that Jezebel’s even breathing lulled him into a deeper sleep.
CW/PN - As cold as your heart epilogue.

FF epilogue for CW

Caerulea Woden
Written application.

Basically this is what happens after the FF for CW. I'll get to KV's epilogue eventually (hopefully before the dungeon happens) :'D.

Kalaghata, Saroja, Narcissus, Jezebel, Samehk, and Padma are mine, Airanke.
Pokemon belongs to NINTENDO/Game Freak.
BRR App - Melusine Hecate by Airanke
BRR App - Melusine Hecate

*SCREAMS INTO THE NETHER* okay let's see if I get in :V Ghosties be lurkin in Melusine's app hahaha omg.

Name: Melusine Hecate.
Age: 23.
Birthdate: February 29th (usually celebrates on the 28th) ;; Pisces.
Gender: female.
Hometown: Ecruteak City (Johto Region).
Occupation: Restaurant cook ;; shrine maiden (non-practising).
Type of Trainer: New.
Favorite Type: Poison.
Least Favorite Type: Water.
Shy || Anxious || Determined || Fearful || Soft-spoken
Melusine is quiet, soft-spoken and often stutters, especially when speaking with people. When she speaks to Pokemon, her stuttering is noticeably less prominent. She takes a long time to trust others, and is nervous about meeting new people. Most often apprehensive when people approach her, and sometimes she may even back away from them while staring past them, her brows furrowed. She has a habit of always placing her hand on a person's shoulder when she meets them, and keeping her hand there the entire time she speaks with them; Mel will continue to do this everytime she sees the person until she gets to know them better. Should someone slap her hand away she will withdraw and her stuttering will increase to the point that she cannot be understood. Once this happens, Melusine will become flustered and turn on her heel, running away as fast as she can.

Her history is not something she speaks loosely about. She grew up in Ecruteak with a family of four; herself, her brother, her mother and her father. For a while, Melusine proved to be a normal girl, doing well in school for the most part unless she had to give a presentation - her stuttering showed itself most prominently when this happened.

She spent a great deal of time under her mother who was, at the time, a Shrine Maiden, and Melusine learned how to be both an excellent housewife and how to be a Shrine Maiden from her mother. Though Mel initially wanted to work in a small diner in Ecruteak, her mother and father insisted on her going to maintain parts of the Burned Tower, where Shrine Maidens in training were taught their dances and prayers. Melusine reluctantly agreed, and her brother went on his own Pokemon Journey and left, going to New Bark Town in order to receive a Pokemon from the professor there.

It soon became apparent, however, that being in the Burned Tower caused Melusine no small amount of stress, and sometimes she would return home in a cold sweat, tears running down her face and stuttering incoherently, though her parents were able to understand her stuttering enough to realize that their daughter was seeing faces and people that weren’t really there. Despite her growing terror, the now eighteen year old Melusine persisted in learning her duties as a Shrine Maiden, as well as improving upon her cooking skills.

Though the ghostly entities that haunted Melusine were relentless in their torments, after her twentieth birthday Melusine was finally ready to complete her Shrine Maiden training. After being prayed for in the Burned Tower where the head maidens asked for blessings from Ho-oh. The group then set out to a nearby lake and, after getting into a small boat, Melusine was pushed out into the middle of the lake, alone. As she peered into the dark water, waiting for her trial to begin, a ghastly face grinned at her from the depths, where red lights seemed to shine and a hauntingly beautiful voice whispered “I have always hungered for your heart”. Terrified, Melusine hastily stepped away from the edge of the boat and toppled, her scream cut short as she hit the water.

Struggle as she might, the heavy kimono she wore prevented her from getting back to the surface of the water. She could see nothing but darkness and gleaming red eyes all around her. In her determination to live she managed to shed her kimono and desperately tried to swim to the surface when it parted suddenly and sharp talons wrapped around her outstretched wrist.

Melusine was dragged out of the dark water by a Crobat and subsequently taken into the woods by it. The large bat Pokemon was oddly furry and it curled itself around her once it had landed, keeping her shivering form warm. The Pokemon refused to leave her, hissing and growling at everyone who came near until the Shrine Maidens finally managed to chase it away with their Pokemon. Since that day, Melusine dreamed of one day raising a Zubat of her own and having in her possession a magnificent Crobat.

However she never got the chance. Though she had passed her trial and become a Shrine Maiden, her hauntings grew worse until one day, she awoke to find blood covering her bed and a grinning face painted on her window. Horrified by both the red on her bed and the bloody face on her window, Melusine packed several of her possessions into a small suitcase and fled Ecruteak. Whether or not the blood and face were real she will never know.

Her desperate escape from Ecruteak led her to the Borealis region, where she was finally able to settle down. She decided to head to Situla town in hopes to find someway to distract her thoughts. She will spend some time working in restaurants as a cook for a short time, then disappear without a word.

Inventory: simple suitcase, a small shoulderbag, a few changes of clothes, water, some food, Berries, a few Pokeballs, a journal, letters, some cash.

- her favorite color is yellow.
- she loves bat Pokemon, and subsequently this has led to the Poison type being her favorite.
- due to her trial, she is deathly afraid of water and water type Pokemon, particularly Tentacool and Tentacruel (the red eyes on their bodies cause her to freeze up).
- she is not fond of Ghost types.
- because she stutters, she refuses to stay in one place for too long.
- Mel is still haunted by ghostly visions on occasion.
- she has been able to exchange letters with her parents, who do, in fact, send her spending money.
- the name Melusine is derived from a legend about a fresh-water spirit that was believed to reside sacred springs and rivers. It means “wonder; sea-fog”
- the name Hecate is derived from the Greek mythological goddess of witchcraft, demons, graves and the underworld


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vulpixlovermale Featured By Owner Dec 9, 2014   Digital Artist
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MarieandKirby97 Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Btw, who's your fav PMDU World NPC?
I'm trying to see who's the favorite and I'll draw the one with the most votes...

...who's your fav? >…
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Can I have your permission to use Ignazio in my fan comic ?
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May I draw your Pokemon Oc Ignazio vs my pokemon Oc as a AT?
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Commission - Simone and Marzia by Airanke

Can I have permission to post this on my team tumblr?

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KANAR1ENV0GEL Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I just looked at your commission prices...

I'm getting paid soon, can I get a commish please? o.o
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My, you have a lot of teams...
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Thank you so much for the fav!
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How are you? I miss your Sengoku Basara vids. :( Will you be able to upload more? Or are you stopped?

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