#vourison

[distortionmewtwo]

(@ask-the-fogbound-serpent) Vourison tilted his head at Giratina in thought, listening to what the other legend had to say before nodding, "I suspected that to be the case." Vourison nodded, "With how Ultraviolet spoke about you, even before this reveal, it was clear to see you both cared for each other very much. You are not the first Giratina to change for the better over many, many years, and I am sure you will not be the last."

"As for this conflict with your siblings, it really is a damned if you, damned if you don't, huh? On one hand battling outright would cause untold destruction and mayhem, but on the other simply doing nothing would jeopardize you and your entire realm. While I don't approve of dragging others into this conflict, I do understand your reasons as to why. Luckily, these choices may even work in your favour in an, albeit, unintentional way."

"Just as you have formed a close bond with Ultraviolet, so too it is possible your siblings have formed similar ones with their champions. As legends I often see many grow grand and arrogant in their power and isolation, so by taking on the care of another you all may have unintentionally humbled yourselves in a way. Perhaps it is possible for this conflict to be avoided, or for another, non-lethal compromise to be made. If you so care for your son, and they also feel the same way about their own chosen ones, then there is hope."

The very world around them was beginning to shift as Ultraviolet's distress grew. The mewtwo was just as connected to the realm as Giratina was at this point, his years spent in it changing his very biological makeup to better suit it. So as he became more and more upset, the world responded in kind. Giratina and Invert shared a concerned look.

"You've explained," UV hissed, tail lashing. "Well and good, thank you for that. But what now?? They think I am your Champion and they aren't going to just let this slide!! What if Palkia's Champion comes for me next??"

Ultraviolet, please-

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down!!" He held his head in his hands. "I am apparently nothing but a pawn in the game of the Gods, I am allowed to be upset--!!"

Ultraviolet. The wyrm stared helplessly at him, his son, terrified and trembling and looking so very small. He didn't know what to do. He'd never meant for things to turn out this way. My boy, you are so much more to me than a pawn in the game of the Gods. You are my son, and this has not changed, nor will it change. This I swear to you. Once you may have been saved for a purpose- but you were raised as mine. I have never felt so deep a love for another being as I have you. Of course you are allowed to be upset, this I do not dispute- but please, do not doubt how high of regard I hold you in.

Ultraviolet listened but did not respond, hugging his arms close to himself- and it was this that broke Giratina's resolve. The wyrm had the ability to use Transform, as many of the legends did. He did not like to use it often, as changing his shape was an uncomfortable sensation, trapping so much raw power in a smaller vessel- but right now he could do no less.

Meeting him on his level, being able to truly look his son in the eye- it felt right at this moment in time. The shift in form surprised Ultraviolet, who shrank back a little, staring at him, but he didn't move away. In this form it was so much easier to see the expression on the face of his father. The regret and sadness and above all, sincerity. None of this had come from a place of malice- at least, not beyond the original pact. Giratina had found himself with emotion and feeling he'd never dealt with before then, and had floundered trying to keep his status quo. Whatever was going on- UV could see that his father loved genuinely loved him, clear as day, and this more than anything quieted his breaking. Silence dominated the conversation then, both beings looking at each other, not knowing what to say.

Then Vourison spoke. A comforting presence for UV, and a surprise for Giratina- but a welcome one. He would not dispute the words of the ancient Rayquaza either. The great mediator who held such deep wisdom- Giratina was glad for his input, and his words rang true. As he finished speaking, the two looked back to each other.

"Katharsis did seem to hold Dialga in a place o-of love as well," Ultraviolet said slowly. "At least, that is how it came across to me..."

"They always were the more reasonable of my siblings." Giratina exhaled. "And while it is difficult to see my sister forming such a bond with any being... it is possible she too may see reason, if both myself and Dialga no longer wish to put our chosen through this."

"S-So..." Ultraviolet looked up hesitantly. "There's a possibility, then... th-that I shan't have to..?"

Giratina reached out to place two of his hands on UV's shoulders. "We will speak to them," he said firmly. "The gods shall meet, and their champions will bear witness. We shall see this pokemon my sister has claimed, and we will attempt to call this entire thing off together. I will summon my siblings to Earth for this, and we will work through it."

Ultraviolet stared at him, shaking like a leaf- and then he finally broke down for real, moving forward and falling apart as the arms of his father came around him. Invert too came forward to offer her own comfort. Forgiveness, that would come later, should it come at all... but for now there seemed a way out for the little family, and this was something they could hold onto and hope for.

Asks are open again!

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[ask-the-fogbound-serpent]

When the portal began to ripple, Vourison nearly sighed in relief. He'd been waiting far longer then expected, and had begun to worry. Those fears quieted as a familiar figure took shape, but flared back to life with renewed intensity at the expression on the others face.

Torrenis, Queen of Thunder, spoke in a low and rumbling voice. "My friend, I've come baring troubling news, though I am sure you can already tell."

"Damn it all, what happened now." Vourison groaned, "This was supposed to be a friendly visit-"

"While your frustration would be amusing in any other circumstance, this is something you really, really want to hear. Especially since it directly concerns your family." Torrenis said, wincing at how quickly Vourison's head whipped towards her.

"What." He hissed. "Happened."

"I'll tell you soon, I promise, but first let's move away from the portal and to somewhere more private. This information isn't widely known at this time, and we would like to keep it that way."

Torrenis is now availible for asks!

[ask-the-fogbound-serpent]

Vourison was slightly put of at those last points, but wisely decided not to bring it up. Whilst he believed that respect was to be earned not owed, it would be foolish to bring that up now and risk upsetting Arceus further. Maybe someone with more tact would bring up that point, but he was not going to test his luck.

"I completely understand your frustration, especially with others entering your realm only to insult you." He said with a nod of understanding, "I myself have only recently opened my realm to visitors and am still quite wary of others. But now that you have this ability, why not take the opportunity to talk to other arceus who are as old and experienced as yourself?" He suggested.

"Maybe your own success lies in the peaceful observation of others. And hey, an open mind may just help clear things up, especially when observing non-standard universes."

(@ask-the-fogbound-serpent) Vourison eyed the Arceus warily. While he wasn't the most… fond of creator pokemon due to certain past experiences with them, this one didn't seem actively malicious. Still, to lose so many worlds despite your honest attempts at making them…

He carefully approached the Arceus, marginally more respectful then he usually would be towards others, "Not to be insensitive, but having lost so many worlds where other Arceus have succeeded, have you ever tried discussing with other creators how they make their worlds? Like, I'm not the most fond of creators in general, a lot of em' can be real pompous assholes, but some of them are damn good at their jobs. The only reasons I've seen for a realm to break down are either due to conflicts within the realm, or unstable forces outside it."

"But eh, what do I know. In any case, I honestly do hope this worlds ends up thriving. Both for your sake… and theirs. You do not want to see where they end up when there's no other place to go."

Arceus: I know the reason why he refuses to talk to me and I do, sometimes, wish for his guidance and support. However, he has used his vast abilities to prevent me from ever entering his universe. I’ve tried on more than one occasion, even bringing my children along in the hopes that that would convince him. Alas, he decided that it was not good enough for me to be allowed to see him again. I am hopeful, however, that I shall be successful and I will finally be able to prove that I am indeed worthy of governing a universe.

*The ancient Arceus turns towards you. There’s a mix of both shame and determination on his face.*

Arceus: If you are referring to a more multi-universal form of communication, I’ve only recently been able to gain the ability to allow that to happen. And, at the moment, I regret it. You’ve probably been one of the more polite Pok��mon to enter this realm, but others have clearly come to try and make a mockery of me. They will never understand what I have had to do to get my universe to this point. Their lack of experience tells me how set in their ways they are. Perhaps I would be more willing to accept the advice of others more successful than I if they would be more courteous with their words. The youth of today should understand the phrase ‘respect your elders’ if they want to get anywhere in life.

*you can hear the slight frustration in his voice as he speaks. As much as Arceus likes to keep calm whilst speaking, he cannot help but feel annoyance towards those who do not show him the respect he thinks he deserves.*

[ask-team-misfit]

(@ask-the-fogbound-serpent) Vourison craned his head forward, inspecting the small hybrid for a moment before speaking, "It seems you cherish your scarf very much. It is quite lovely, however I am curious about something. From what I can gather you are a hybrid of Sylveon and Ribombee, correct? I was wondering if the scarf is meant to mimic the ribbons of a Sylveon in some manner, or if they are truly attached to your body." He paused before continuing, slightly sheepish, "Ah, if this seems rude feel free to ignore the question."

[ @ask-the-fogbound-serpent ]

He perked up somewhat at the Rayquaza's voice. He would usually be taken aback that such a massive and powerful Pokemon took notice of him at all; then he realized that Vourison was expressing interest in his scarf.

Lief: "Someone like you wants to know more about my scarf? Well, I'm touched... but the answer is more boring than you're thinking."

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief, a hybrid of Sylveon and Ribombee, with a mono-color background. He is shown from the neck up, with his face slightly angled away from the viewer towards the left. He looks puzzled, or curious. His left eyebrow is noticeably raised, while his right eyelid is lowered somewhat. He is frowning visibly. An angular question mark is floating next to his head at the left. End ID ]

Lief: "See, as much as I wanna tell you that it's super special, it's really just a regular scarf. Not attached to my body, and they're not like a full-blood Sylveon's feelers. That would be my antennae."

He shrugged, though he couldn't help but smile a little.

Lief: "It's a coincidence that it suits me so well, really. But I get it. It does look like it was always meant for me, doesn't it~? Even now, in these trying times..."

azel-the-umbreon asked: @ask-the-lywelles Azel Azel would pop out of thin air and kinda float there laying on his back in the air Azel: "So I was wondering, when and where did you get your scarf? Just asking as the local scarf enthusiast." He would make sure his own scarf wasn't slipping off. Azel: "Seriously though, I'm curious about it. You dont usually see scarves that long either."

[ @ask-the-lywelles ]

Lief: "Well if you really must know... it's a gift."

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief similar to the previous image, but with a different expression. He appears rather dismissive, glancing away towards the right with even narrower eyes. His face is flushed in red, literally so as the blush is shown in color. End ID ]

Lief: "That's all I'll say."

Event Ask Hints have been updated.

[ask-the-royal-absol]

💌 Mayhaps Vourison + Destino? @ask-the-fogbound-serpent

(Destino: There’s a weird fucking arbok outside. Looks like grandma the fucking thing.

So, hear me out. Let’s give Destino an actual father figure in their life. I mean, Destino would absolutely hate it. This weird arbok giving them advice and they’ve taken it and, at this point, who knows how it’s going to turn out. Perhaps Destino will ask for more. Perhaps not. Destino would never say if it was good or bad advice or if it even worked. Not their style.

I mean, it’s not like they’ll have one soon.)

[ask-dawnanddusk]

🎲

Old and wise, Namira is one of Maksviah's many children and the manifestation of death itself. Grand in form, she is a Yveltal unlike any other, baring a face of bone and feathers pale as fossils of old. Though intimidating in appearance, Namira is actually quite kind, though reserved and soft spoken most of the time. It takes a lot to draw her true ire, but those few who do are never seen again.

Her duties align with that of death and rebirth. She watches over the spirits who have passed on and tends to her realm of souls, and she guides those who are ready to be reborn. She is tied very closely to her elder brother Vourison in this way and also, surprisingly, works often alongside Dawn, who aids in the reincarnation process.

[ask-dawnanddusk]

This is Maksviah's second child, Vourison, the Choking Smog Snake~

Rayquaza also don't naturally occur in the world the story is set in, with this lad being the exception. If you were wondering why Vox is the one who deals with Kyogre and Groudon, well, now you know!

Was messing around and decided to design another character from my ask blog! There are no plans for him to show up but I love him anyway~

Of all my characters, he's one of the one's who's design strays the most from his original species! He's a Rayquaza if you couldn't tell lol

[wilde-legends]

◀️◀️ Maksviah my beloved

"Mine little one, I cannot allow you to devour such a thing."

Her words were met by a particularly grumpy squawk as a tiny lugia pouted up at her.

"I assume you have decided to attempt such a thing due to thine witness of Vourison's consumption of such a stone?" She asked with a raised brow. At the small, angry nod, she continued.

"Vourison is your elder by many a century and devours such stones to aid in replenishing his power. You, however, are unable to preform such a feat without damaging thine-self." Maksviah explained, gently nudging her littlest child, gaining an angry nip on her snout as a reward.

"Come now, mine youngest, there are many a thing much tastier then rocks for you to devour. Let us find you some nice berries to tide you over."

[distortionmewtwo]

Sugar,

I know I shouldn't tell you this, but there's a chance that your child is going to be killed within a Proxy war between Giratina and the gods of Space and Time. While one of the rival champions pose no threat to the UV, the other might not be as kind and could wind up killing him. Your son is in grave danger!

She thought about that for a moment. Tried to decide how she felt about that statement. But then a very large shadow fell over her, and all rational thought left Sugar's mind.

Whether she took anything said to heart was unknown- Sugar had taken one look at Vourison and fled. She knew better than to hang around, to try and tangle with such a Rayquaza. She had already been smacked to the ground, ridiculed and insulted.... any wise mon would have run by now, right?? Whateve the case, Sugar was gone, and a distance away, Ultraviolet was still sound asleep....

But this wouldn't last for much longer, as unbeknownst to you, night had shifted to dawn, and Ultraviolet awoke with the sun. He stretched and yawned, bright pink eyes falling upon the little gathered and widening with delight, then confusion.

"JJ? U? Vourison..? What are you all doing here?"

Sugar has left and Ultraviolet has awoken.

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[ask-dawnanddusk]

I AM. LOOKING AT YOU WITH MY BIG OLD EYES. AND SNIFFING VERY LOUDLY.

This is so sweet I was just sharing my favourite sushi dragon I was not expecting this AT ALL.

Listen. Look at me in the eye. The isle is SO COOL. I adore the story you've made so far and the thought you put into your world is amazing! I'm really excited to see where it goes and for when Ezzohcoatl shows up next please please I definitely wont (will) send Maksviah or Vourison to harass him I prommy

You have no idea how excited I was to see someone else who loved the space and sky themes like I did. Rping with you and drawing your characters is always a special treat! I'm always excited to receive and ask from you, so don't hesitate to send one in whenever!

I hope you have a happy new year, and I'm looking forward to whats to come~

I've got a ton of favourite dragon type pokemon, but my current fav is Tatsugiri! It's got a fun gimmick with Dondozo, and together they pack a real punch. I love my little sushi dragon <3

THE SUSHI DRAGON OF ALL TIME, I almost went ahead and made a daily Tatsugiri blog earlier in the year before I realized I actually didn't have the energy to commit to it long term gfdjh it's such a clever lil design and I love it to pieces

Morva it makes me so happy to see someone else around here who puts as much emphasis into space in their art as I do gjdfh I feel like I've said this before, I love me some cosmic themes and how those revolve around characters, and that said I love seeing when YOU do it too. I need to remember to throw Quetzal to your new blog, I've been meaning to but for one reason or another I end up forgetting until I see a new post on my dash. Hope this coming year brings you much joy and more creativity, because I know I for one am excited to see what comes from you next 💖

[ask-the-fogbound-serpent]

Here, just for you @ask-the-royal-absol, 3 pink Vourison's, each progressively worse then the last. He is very displeased.

[ask-the-fogbound-serpent]

*Destino approaches Vourison.*

Destino: You’ve got to be kidding me. Bringing children to an event like this? Really? What, are you trying to make everyone have the worst night’s sleep ever? How am I meant to look as fabulous as possible when there are children running around, screaming all over the place? Gross, disgusting children. Just thinking about them makes me want to gag. You better have that one trained up because I cannot have another night’s sleep ruined.

Vourison peered down at the tiny absol, confused as to why he was suddenly being harassed(?) by this so called 'royal'.

"Listen, I don't know how to tell you this but, this is a slumber party." Voruison said, as if speaking to a particularly dense child, "It's not exactly the most extravagant of celebrations. I really don't know what you're expecting. If you wanted a place without children, then you should have chosen a different event to join. Plenty of places offer adult only gatherings, if that is what you're looking for." He squinted confusedly at the body pillow.

"In any case, I trust those two not to cause trouble. And don't use the word 'trained' as if they are a pet. It's quite demeaning. If there is not enough pity in your heart even for at least that, then I sincerely worry for the well being of any kingdom you may come to rule." He grunted. Vourison would normally be more annoyed with someone insulting the kids, but Destino really was all bark and no bite, someone who enjoyed getting on others nerves. It was best not to interact with them further if it can be helped.

[ask-the-fogbound-serpent]

(@lightofunova)Reshi@Vourison: “A truth? Hmm.” She pauses a moment to think, before she continues. “Very well then, I am curious. Do you truly prefer to return home to attend to your duties? Would you really rather work than be here?” She asked, tilting her head. Seems like she overheard the prior conversation with Articuno.

"Short answer, yes. Long answer, eeeh." He made a so and so gesture, "It's nothing personal, but I've got a lot to do and many things to look over. My job is important, it's not right of me to leave it for too long."

"While I do enjoy the occasional event, I am not the biggest fan of ones hosted by strangers in foreign dimensions. The only ones I have cared to attend were in either my home realm, or the sister realm bound to my home. Really I'm only here for the kids." Vourison gestured towards Tempora and Iter, "They deserve to have something nice and they wanted to come here so whatever."

"The longer I am away from my duties the more irritated I grow and, as much as I hate to admit it, I am perhaps a bit... anxious leaving it, even if I know it is under the care of those I trust." Vourison had to practically force out the admission, face turning sour, speech turning slightly more formal. He was loathed to say it, but it was all true, and he knew better then to lie to a Reshiram. "My duties are unique, and are parallel to that of a psychopomp, though the comparison is not exact. In a Nothing that spares not even the highest of legends, being one of the few able to safely traverse it places me in a unique position indeed."

"This is why I would rather be working then here. I fear for those that may suffer in my absence."

[ask-the-fogbound-serpent]

Continued from here

“While I did say that I don’t believe myself fit to raise them on my own, I do feel comfortable doing it with the help I have." He explained. "I am one of their many guardians, not their parents. While I am an adult figure in their lives, I am also a friend and confidant. I would not ever dream of giving them away. Apologies if my wording wasn’t clear on that one.”

No matter how he loathed to admit it, Vourison saw a bit of his younger self in this Absol. A version brasher, even crueller. He didn't want Destino to repeat his own foolish mistakes, so he chose to continue speaking, despite a part of him yelling not to, to end the conversation now and leave the other pokemon be.

He only prayed his advice did not fall on deaf ears.

“However, I think the problem that, not just you, but many others have is that they struggle to see children as people. Sure, they are small and ignorant, but they are people. Reflecting upon yourself and deciding you wouldn’t be fit to raise a child is fine and healthy, in fact I commend you for it! However, if all you see is a disaster and tantrum waiting to happen, and refuse to engage with any critical thinking on why they act the way they do, then it’s going to negatively effect how you perceive them, and your people, overall.”

“Now, this isn’t meant to be an attack on yourself or anything. I applaud your maturity when it comes to knowing yourself, but a bit of reflection would probably do you some good. I've had this same problem in the past. I used to detest children. It's taken me quite a bit of time to break myself out of that mindset, but I am all the better for it."

Vourison paused at that last comment, noting the slight bitterness. “Well, since I don’t know the situation in depth, I can’t give any specific advice. But, if you cherish this friend, if you cared for them? I suggest you ask them why they kept that secret, have a real and meaningful conversation. Once all the details are laid out, then judge for yourself if that reason was good or not. It can be hard to lose someone you’re close with to conflicts like these, so if it can be prevented, you should at least try."

"This is all just my advice though. You can take it or leave it." Please don't leave it. "In any case, I do hope you repair your relationship if possible.”

@ask-the-royal-absol

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@distortionmewtwo Ultraviolet:

He felt... drawn to this entrance, to this place. Something about it.... as he got close, it drew him in. And it was a place he'd never have found without invitation. (unanswered ask lmaooo I will answer it I promise)

"There's something very special about these woods....." he murmured. "...Can you tell me more about them? Something.... I'm absolutely fascinated....." And indeed, there was a deep curiosity shining in his glowing eyes.

“I’m unsurprised that you can sense the energy radiating off of these woods, especially being so closely aligned with death and souls as you are.”

“This place is one shaped by my own being, and influenced by my power. I planted the seeds myself and grew this entire forest by scratch, and as such I have complete control over this realm. This is a place of healing and rejuvenation, and so I will not tolerate any conflict within its bounds. The flowing mist produced by the trees that surround you is good for the soul. Literally.”

“The… specific reason as to why this place came to be is a very special one. This realm lies in the space between the overworld, our main realm, and one we tend to call The Nothing. The Nothing is the place where all discarded things go, where things cast out from their own realms wander eternally. All those seen as undesirable or unwanted fall into The Nothing, unknown to those who banished them and heedless of their cries. It’s a place impossibly dark, and being sent there is a terrible fate, one many are unfortunate enough to end up with.”

“Not even legendaries are spared, as I’m sure you can tell. Without aid those banished would be doomed to wander eternally, and so I routinely enter The Nothing and guide the souls out from its grasp. I am one of the few who can enter and exit safely to do so. These woods provide those I have retrieved a safe and peaceful place to rest and heal. This is why I am so reluctant to allow others to visit.”

[ask-the-fogbound-serpent]

Wo @ Vourison: (he looked up at him, eye squinting as he tried to focus) "I have read about what you are, but I haven't seen one that looks like you! I hope that you don't mind if I compliment your appearance..! Please forgive me if you find that to be not to your liking..."

To say Vourison was startled at the sudden compliment was putting it mildly. Usually all he got from other legends were looks of revulsion and disgust, or of terror and fear. Someone genuinely complimenting his appearance put him slightly off-kilter.

He took a moment to compose himself before responding, "Ah, no, you're fine. I'm just not used to getting such... positive reactions to my appearance. As for why I look this way..."

"Most Rayquaza guard their planets high up in the atmosphere. My role is similar, but also very distinct. I guard my world and aid wandering spirits and lost souls find peace and move on, along with rescuing those cast out unjustly. As such my powers are more aligned with ghost and grass then dragon or sky."

Vourison paused for a moment, thinking, before speaking once more, "I wasn't assigned that role, however. It is just something I grew and took on as I aged. Very different then other Rayquaza, from what I've heard."