Posts by Frightfur Seraphim M. !

*:･ﾟ✦  ”Haha—can’t do that to the likes of you? I just did!” the feminine boy called annoyingly as he was joined by the presence of his friend.

Ignoring Yuri’s anger came with expert experience. He had been married to the guy, and before that he’d been the exact kind of target for all of Yuri’s anger any day of the week. He was that expert. Still, ignoring it didn’t save you from suffering damage at the fuchsia-eyed man’s rage but it often didn’t amplify it. So Fright did just that. He was swiped in the side of the face—a blow that made him swivel in his clicking step—but he kept walking, humming with dull displeasure. The last thing he needed was to challenge Yuri to a full-on battle (not like he’d believed he’d be the loser).

”So, like, how long do ya think this forest stretches on, huh?” he raised the question. What he didn’t say was that he was sure he’d caught a scent he didn’t recognize—but he said nothing for now.

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It was at least an hour before the two traveling felines burst from the forest undergrowth to find themselves in a clearing…a clearing that would soon be the central of operations for a new society.

//hope this works for you

*:･ﾟ✦  Look around? Was that a suggestion or an order? The place looked and smelled abandon. It was overgrown and parts of the structures were crumbling. Still, it was a fantastic ruin. Fright had never seen anything quite like it.

Frightfur didn’t need to investigate. He could tell by his enhanced sense of smell that it was an untouched refuge. He followed Yuri down to the riverside and watched his friend take a look at himself and swallow up some of the water. The pale serval leaned down to lap at the slow-moving stream, too, and huffed into the water, creating a flurry of bubbles at the surface. Yuri’s voice…it sounded better. More like his old self. This could be a new beginning after all.

”Yea, let’s stay here for now. It’ll do. You get cleaned up, I’m going out. I wanna see what’s immediately around these parts, ya get me?” he announced, ”And don’t worry! I’ll be back before nightfall…”

/ and that's a wrap c;

*:･ﾟ✦ Yellow blooms and walls of greens greet Frightfur Seraphim in the evening. He’d been wandering since the blue light of dawn. He’d been searching for something, anything to keep him distracted and to keep him interested. Truth was, he was itching to explore. He’d lost what he’d loved. He wasn’t sure who or what to protect anymore. Still, he wasn’t dead, right? He still held selfishly to his never-ending life and he still had purpose. …and, heavens, there was so, so much to prepare for back at home.

Here he was, though, in foreign land as he shot the breeze for the immature, irresponsible hell of it.

The Seraphim boy was no idiot. He knew he was flirting with danger before it happened. The murky marsh that his gleaming, metallic paws cut through was not his land. He could confirm with his super sense of smell that it most certainly belonged to someone. Someone he had never met. And that was just it. He intended to do just that, he would meet these people who called the Silent Marsh their domain.

The girlish serval meant no true insults, but he had to look like trouble, like a real rough n’ tough devil-may-care kinda guy. No one would ever respect him for bending to the rules and waiting, maybe even for hours, by a border just to say ‘hi.’ Besides, testing the waters was always fun and he couldn’t dare resist. So, Fright took yet another step into the stagnant wetlands as he waited—a half-hearted smile and a small candy sucker crammed between his teeth—to be found.

ICILIA

*:･ﾟ✦ One, strong breath into the salty air and he knew he was not alone. He had thought no one had claimed the maritime forest and its little, perfectly hidden garden as theirs. It was his…and Yuri’s—The entity known as The Glitterati claimed this land. How could it be that someone could possibly be here now?

Suddenly, he was moving. He didn’t know why this curiosity grabbed at him so strongly, but he had to know. A glimpse at the border’s edge with his mental snapshot power and he was certain a girl was standing there, all fluffy and…lost? No. She had an expression that said she wanted to be there at the Glitterati border and was determined to do so. He wanted to know why.

”Howdy! Nice weather, huh?” okay, but cut to the chase,”I’m Frightfur Seraphim Muzikant. This place is called the Glitterati. So, what’s your name? You have something to say, don’t you?” A feminine, western drawl softly shouts and the pale and metal form of the candy-loving serval spirit emerged from the martitime undergrowth to stand before Tinylights. His nuclear green eyes were fierce and heavy, dark circles always ever-present, but the smile that sported a tiny lollipop stick at one side was anything but menacing.

*:･ﾟ✦ Fright politely ignored her comment on the weather. It occurred to him that he never actually cared. The salt spray was wilder today but…it had nothing to do with the conversation here, right now. He snickered at her foul-mouthed excitement and shrugged. ”You were looking for us? That’s…ah! Tinylights Xerses Muzikant Sixx, so you’re one of them, Fright muttered as his smiling lips faltered. Who was her mother? She carried names of many people he knew…the infamous Muzikants of the Painted Brigade when it was still named Colouredclan and related families as well as Xerses which had been owned by…Nighttales? She had to be someone, someone important’s kid anyway…

”Glad to meet’cha of course! Yer something special, I guess. Did it take long to find us? Nevermind, ya look tired..but you’re not hurt, hmm?” heavens, he tried not to sound too curious or impressed just in case he was too hopeful, but he was also afraid he could have possibly spied an injury on her body and that began to concern him more than her list of surnames,”Who might your mother be? I’m not anyone’s cousin, that’s for damn sure, so I don’t really get it.” Sure, he was a Muzikant by marriage but that didn’t solve this mystery. Was this something to do with Yuri? Maybe. He did seem to have a lot of family ties after all.

*:･ﾟ✦ The problem with Fright Seraphim was that he was trying to forget something that was engraved in his memories. It was finger-painted on the backs of his eyelids with wonder-stricken hands that had since become bloody and each morning that his eyes opened, they became harder and harder and harder.

He had hope that he would come back, just as he had, but this hope was in shreds, slowly disintegrating with each day and night that passed. They’d been apart plenty of times before. He never liked it. He can remember a time when being alone was comfortable, it was his status qou, an absolute he could rely on being a truth day after day, and it meant relying on nobody but himself, no one could hold him back, no one could hold him down. It had been the most liberating and loneliest time of his life but an angel with blue-gold eyes and broken wings had taken that from him. He never had someone who accepted him for being a bastard with broken promises and empty words…but it was more than that. He had met someone who not only accepted his imperfections, but found a likeness in them, searched deep into his blackened heart and found something good. It had been a gift…and it was something he didn’t believe he deserved.

The static telepathic words struck him like a whip. It was like the past was creeping up like a tide, determined to carry him out to sea. He didn’t remember walking—or rather running—to the Glitterati border. His eyes were blinded and he nearly took out Tinylights in the process of arriving. The boy’s breath came in delicate heaves and the perfectly pale skin beneath his paper-thin fur burned and felt cold simultaneously. He was on fire and frozen and dying and living in a single moment.

Frightfur was staring at his first friend. Lucien was before him and he didn’t even know how. He didn’t know who or what to thank, or maybe to curse. His friend didn’t look the same as his memory served. Things had changed. There was no cape, no silly ears…this new Lucien was bigger than he was. The snow leopard was also the same in some ways—he smelled the same and his eyes were as gorgeous as Fright had recalled many times, again and again, in his dreams. Long ago he had told himself that Lucien was his own knight in shining armor, a hero who’d saved him from the depths of desolation (and sometimes, he wondered if he hadn’t played a similar role for Lucien, too). But this knight carried no sword and his armor was cracked, falling away.

Personal space was broken for the two of them. Fright took each clicking step with a shiver and a smile that grew with every inch between them that was erased. A trembling, sensationless forepaw reached as if to touch Lucien’s face. ”Luci—I can’t believe it. Lucien, it’s you. You’re…here,” his drawl cracked and he told himself not to cry. He hadn’t cried while Lucien had been gone but the feeling now was overwhelming, much too strong.

A sparkling tear dripped from a fierce green eye. It would have been the first shower that brought on a storm, but something tore his focus out. Suddenly, the serval’s eyes widened even more, and he started in a shock that stopped his sobbing in its miserable tracks. On Lucien’s shoulder was a… ”Ack! Eww..a bird?” Fright muttered in confusion and distress. He leaned, fell back in uncertain fear to land on his ass at Lucien’s feet. He didn’t wipe at his soaked, blurry eyes. Did he ever get a chance to mention how much he hated, even feared, birds?

*:･ﾟ✦ He’d felt a little strange all day. Like he had a bug up his nose and it had made its way into his brain and was crawling around. Like there was an itch that he couldn’t scratch. He thought maybe he was developing an annoying summertime cold. All in all, he was aggravated by the perplexing onset.

As much as the little serval loved the Glitterati’s camp, it was more likely he’d be discovered somewhere off in the maritime forest or walking the driftwood beach on his own. It was only by chance and mere convenience he was near the home base when he heard Yuri’s attention-seeking call. Inwardly, he groaned. What had the other Superstar gone and done this time?

Upon setting foot in camp again, Frightfur looked in awe at the wisteria hanging on the ruins’ walls and stone bridges. It added a sha-zam to the old green moss and lit the place up like a discoball of flora. Honestly, he really liked it. But then he sneezed…again. For the fifteenth time that day and it hit him. He wasn’t catching a cold. This was all Yuri’s new, stupid flowers fault. "Yuriiii," he nearly bit his tongue as he sneezed once more in mid-speech,”Thanks a lot.”

*:･ﾟ✦ The last time he was really, truly certain he’d seen a catsune was Sugaredpoison or Sugaredsun or whatever the guy eventually decided to call himself throughout his short life. Of course, the spirit knew that had been long, long ago. He’d been trying to mug the Solar Commander at the time because he was rich and royal and he himself had been cruel and poor. Reflecting on that, Fright Seraphim felt that somehow, somewhere tides had changed miraculously in his favor. He wasn’t so bad off now and he didn’t need to beat up and steal from royals to get what he wanted.

This stranger was new. Young, or at the very least young-looking, like himself—and cute. He rolled a sour, green apple sucker around in his drooling mouth as he slipped from the maritime greenery to stand with the others by the Glitterati border. Then he threw a smart-mouthed comment at Yuri, ”Please, don’t ya patronize the visitors. If anyone comes out this far on the islands, they gotta know what they’re doing or, ya know, or else.”

Then the little feminine serval turned his fiercely child-like gaze to Ace. The sunlight glinted violently off a metal, bionic forepaw as the boy lifted it to offer it in a cool wave in an attempt to bring attention away from Yuri and onto himself, clearly a little jealous for the spotlight. ”Howdy, pardner! Greetings from the flashiest group in Agrelos, The Glitterati. I’m Superstar Frightfur Seraphim. I’m sure you’ve got somethin’ important to say to us but first...is that a little bunny ya got there? Does she, or he, have a name yet? And you too, what’s your name?” his high-pitched drawl was smooth and–near the end of his speech–almost too excited at the sight of the plushie that the bubblegum pink catsune currently nestled against their chest.

He loved plushies and had boasted quite a humongous collection of cuddly, childish companions until he’d lost them all before showing up on Agrelos. The perfectly pale servaline looked a little bit envious (while still remaining light-hearted), like he wanted the toy for himself and, with the way he was acting, it was as if he was overzealously asking about somebody else’s beloved pet.

/Hello!! and welcome <33

*:･ﾟ✦ Fright raised a blue brow to Ace’s clarification of ‘not being a girl.’ Good that, he wasn’t really a girl either, regardless of what his current bodily form said or otherwise. A smile crept up on his sugar-coated lips when he was given an answer to his questions. The bunny was a her and they called her Bebe. Beautiful. Charming, really. He wished naming was his thing. It was a miracle any of the children he’d birthed had been given names…since he’d once named his own plushies and toys in a most uncreative manner: simply calling it what it was. A dog plushie named ‘dog’, a rabbit plushie would be ‘bunny’, and so on…

”I think Bebe is a cute name, thank you, for telling me about her. I like ‘er, he commented as he straightened up and nodded. He needed not explain himself or the Glitterati’s code. Yuri was more than on top of that. Instead he feigned a bit of cool embarrassment,”A place where nobody gives a shit, huh? Oh, yeah. Totally. That’s us. Forgot to mention the drinking and partying though.”

However, he found his mysterious green eyes widening as the catsune produced a vial (of all things) straight outta Bebe’s back. T-that thing holds weapons? he realized with a little bit of glowing approval toward this newcomer. What a devilishly…useful way to utilize a toy. ”Ace of Spades…Arcanium, then. I knew Sugaredsun," he made sure to hide any feelings he may have had for the late, late Solaris Kingdom leader. Maybe they’d almost been friends. Maybe Fright held a grudge for what Sunclan at the time had done to one of his medics and best friends. Regardless, he strained to keep his judgments away from Ace.

”Black Rose sounds like a fascinating concoction. Tell me, what’s the side effects? Actually, never mind now. Meet me later. I want to see it for myself—and this Jimsonweed ya mention. Capture is nothing special, huh, but it shows strength and I like someone who takes risks.” he noted how Ace willingly revealed a secret—their toxic blood—and stored that in his memory. It was something most Arcaniums had once had, but he made certain to keep it in mind in case things ever came to blows between the two of them.

His eyes rolled to Yuri for a moment and he shrugged at the butterflywinged feline. He gave a short telepathic message only Yuri could hear, Don't chase away this one. I wanna know more. Let Ace stay. At least, that was his final judgement and Fright's opinions were often not to be messed with or stepped on.

✦ ✧ ✦ Okay, this is real out of the blue but I've been recently playing through my old, old Pokemon Emerald game for fun (and I want to clear all of the Frontier this time). imo, gen3 is one of my favorite and mudkip is the best starter fite me.

Anyway, I want to know what you'd choose to make your character's typing out of the long list of pokemon types that exist. You can add a theoretical moveset or anything go crazy tbh. I love useless character info/tidbits!

Okay, so for Frightfur...

probably [ GHOST / STEEL ]

bc he's a spirit and his metal forelegs yeah

moves would be something like:

- Bullet Punch

- Grudge

- Extrasensory

- Foul Play

*:･ﾟ✦ His jaw nearly dropped at Tiny’s words. Ephemeralaurora…aw man. She had been one of the first creatures he’d met in Painted Brigade…or Colouredclan as it had been called then. She was crazy and this was her daughter? Well, this was good and bad, wasn’t it. Maybe her mother had raised her right but then this was Eph he was thinking about. He wouldn’t be surprised if Tinylights had some strange outlooks or habits or whatnot—she already proved to have a mouth of a sailor anyhow.

Yuri had been the one related to Eph and he nearly sighed in relief when the Turkish angora showed up. He been there when Curtiancall had passed and he saw there was no hope to see her, let alone any child of hers again. Actually, he pushed the thought of Curt away for fear a familiar pain would rise in his heart and climb up his throat. And Ephemeralaurora had just…gone. He couldn’t find any trace of her and he was disheartened to hear that her daughter also knew nothing of her whereabouts anymore. A shame really. He had more to say, to thank, Eph for.

”Tinylights, yeah, stay with us. You should come back to home base. It’s a lot of fun and stuff,” the serval said finally, once the shock of her identity had left him. He wasn’t going to shoo away someone with ties to Ephermeralaurora. Besides, he wondered if she had anywhere else to go?

*:･ﾟ✦ The pale serval groaned and sat promptly on his ass as he heard Yuri’s laughter. He tilted his ears away and acted like he was going to ignore the other for some time. Allergic. Nah, he wasn’t allergic. He couldn’t be. That wasn’t fair. He lived here, too. Yuri couldn’t hang flowers that made his nose run wildly and caused him to be plagued by a consistent sneezing. ”Nope. I’m not going anywhere, butterflyboy. I’ll be sticking around until I get used to your ‘additions’ or else I’ll be sleeping in the woods, uh, indefinitely. And I don’t want that,” he called with a sniff and almost light-hearted tone. He could get used to these flowers, right? He suppressed another sneeze and instead coughed. Right?

*:･ﾟ✦  ”rrrgh, do we gotta?” Fright muttered in complaint as the frame of the chubby-bodied serval started toward the concrete bridge from across the clearing of the Glitterati home base. He looked sour, but the bad attitude wasn’t honest. He was curious and excited to find out who their friends were. He’d gathered tidbits of information about a selection of new groups, relished the older recognizable ones, but found that some groups were complete mysteries.

A candy sucker stick poked from the corner of the Seraphim boy’s sweet lips and he crunched down on the candy trapped within his jaws as he spoke again,”Okay, fine. I’m in. Best fits are anti-leaning factions, obviously, huh? So that’s the…Sanguine Ruins and, well, who knows. However, I don’t want to bar some potential relationships with neutrals and pro-leaning guys. They can be fun allies, too.”

He flicked his short tail at Yuri and hummed, somewhat eager to hear his fellow superstar’s opinion and the opinions of any of the other elitists/Glitterati members.

*:･ﾟ✦ The Seraphim offered a ghost of a smile at Ace’s approach, nodding to the plush bunny the catsune carried with them. The Exiles…bad news. He didn’t need to be reminded of their unclassy heinous acts on basically all of humanity. He was too familiar with the band of rouges and had spent part of his most memorable moments with them in raids, war, battle, and bloodshed. He didn’t want to be their friends—frankly he would always want to punch them with his heavy metal paws for everything they’d done.

However, he was happy to hear the Shadow Veil was still holding partially to their roots as an anti-group. ”Alrighty, Sanguine Ruins and Shadow Veil it is, pardners. And—got it, Yuri—ya know I can’t stand to be treated like a child. I will make sure the Glitterati is respected,” he spoke with a laidback, confident manner,”Oh, and I think I’ll pay a visit to the Sanctuary, too. I remember them fondly.”

Yuri expressed that he wanted everyone to be off and the little serval snorted at the tabby’s impatience. Ugh, always making things so heavy, that Muzikant was. He cast his green gaze to Ace and gave another, more fully-formed smile,”So….uh, Ace of Spades! I was thinkin', do ya want to come along to the Sanctuary and Shadow Veil? Don’t worry, it’ll be fun!” Unlike Yuri, Frightfur had been much more tolerant when dealing with politics and the like during his former leaderships and that hadn’t changed now in this current one. He was excited to meet the new leaders and faces of the places he once frequented.

//@/Luna: I can tag Ace in the ally threads if you’d like!

*:･ﾟ✦ The extensive pine forest was deflected nearly all light with its thick, shielding growths. Even though the serval spirit was only entering the edge of the wood, it was as if he’d walked from day to night in a matter of a few body lengths once he stepped beneath the trees of the Whispering Pines. It was a nice break from the heat and salty wind of the island environment and maritime forests he had taken to living among, especially when he was always a little worried he’d get his skin sunburnt due to his ever-so-paper-thin coat.

Fright Seraphim stopped next to the Shadow Veil border with his fellow elite and hummed. ”Howdy, Veilers? I’m Frightfur Seraphim, Superstar of the Glitterati and with me is Ace of Spades, also of the Glitterati. We’ve come to speak with the…Shadowkeepers, I believe. Buut, I wouldn’t mind it one bit to strike up a chat with any of y’all in the meantime.” What could he say? He was always too curious to see a new face or to gather information on the world. He was a wild free-spirit, explorer, at heart and maybe a little nosy, too. Still, this was official business.

// Angelbeats~

*:･ﾟ✦ Taking continents into account, The Sanctuary wasn’t the lengthiest trek to make from the Cuneus Islands. By the time the pale servaline came to the lush and beautiful meadow that marked the edge of the Sanctuary’s lands, he happily halted by the border and cast a glance at his fellow elitist, Ace of Spades. ”Guess this is it, can’t you hear the spirits whispering in the wind? I mean, besides from the one who’s talking to you right now. Ha, ya know, nevermind,” he tried to make light conversation with the Arcanium catsune but so far things had been hilariously awkward (only because he’d stopped to make at least two bathroom breaks but after giving birth he was convinced his self-control on long trips was no longer what it used to be).

Fright Seraphim faced the border as he slowly gathered a more militant posture, one that was albeit too laidback than most military men and the candy lollipop that stuck from his mouth did not give off the most dangerous of impressions (but then he didn’t wish to appear dangerous to any Sanctuarian). He absent-mindedly wondered if the Gaia still stood. Probably, he decided quickly, and he focused more on the task at hand. ”Howdy! Sanctuarians! I’m Frightfur Seraphim, leader of the Glitterati. I’m technically requesting yer leader, but I’d love to meet all of y’all,” the dark spirit called in both his drawling western voice and in part telepathic message to the surrounding area in hopes of being noticed.

// Angelbeats~