some voice-testing bluh; forever homeless

[lunarprophet]

Mademoiselleeeee~! I know you're busy, but I'd like to discuss my username. It's quite dull, isn't it? Oh no, not the part about being a foreseer from the moon. That's me, and that's already magnifique. It's just...'lunarprophet', it's really obvious to anyone who reads it what I am. There's no mystery, baby! No creativity!

Spice it up a bit, qui? Add some rocking style, perhaps some exotic language or add a verb where it shouldn't be?

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...Trying to make a username out of 'fruity' or 'halfbaked' wasn't what I meant, mademoiselle.

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ffffff the only style he knows!

[lunarprophet]

[YES LET'S GO WITH THAT OKAY. ALSO OKAMIDEN SPOILERS, y/n?

Waka knows that. He just happens to be a huge dork (hence naming his flutesaber 'Pillow Talk') who may seem like a flirt, but is actually pretty reserved about those sort of things, even if Ammy is Mother of All That is Good and doesn't give a tailwag about it. Your prophet is a goofy man, Ammy.]

That is a frightening idea. [Waka takes a moment to scratch Ammy's ears.] You are right, though. Resolve is what determines everything, the outcome of our struggles. I don't know about myself, moi mademoiselle seems to be keeping confined here, but will cherie be moving to the other lands here? I've heard of some, but only a little bit. I haven't been here long.

TOTALLY AWESOME

[resolvere]

[It's okay!

Oh Celestials! Fingers were partially made for the convenience of petting and scratching animals. Not that she'd tell anyone, mind, but there are far more reasons than simple dexterity and ease of grabbing and moving things.

She is thinking on two on the other place, the journal of lives as opposed to the wideness of dreaming. One is a cave beneath the world, the other a type of ship, as far as she can tell. Neither seems pleasant, but at least one allows me to retain that which I have reclaimed with the stroke of my brush.]

aww yeah~

[lunarprophet]

[Waka laughs. Amaterasu's enjoyment is clear in her wolfy grin. He decides to keep scratching between her ears, even when his arm begins to tire.]

[He hums thoughtfully to himself before responding.] I see. I hope that you find yourself in the world that allows you to at least keep your celestial brush, ma cherie. But even if that is not so, I know you'll be fine. Little deters you, 'hard-headed Ammy'.

I only wish I could be more of a help to you.

this is the first waka i've gotten to play her off of. y so sweet?? ;3;

[resolvere]

[Tired arms? It's okay, she'll simply nuzzle her head over his neck in a protective and affectionate gesture at the same time. Not many would feel that a wolf's mouth so close to their jugular vein was a secure place to be, not in the least.

You have been of enough help, Waka of the Moon Tribe, and it's as sincere as can be. Ashamed of his people as he is, Amaterasu does not believe he should be. She cannot change the way he feels, however, and it is not her place to pressure him to feel otherwise.]

oh ///// as;lksjjhld you re just an amazing ammy and I m only reflecting off your awesome

[lunarprophet]

[Ah, that's a little better. His arm was beginning to cramp, but now he just relaxes it over the scruff her neck. Waka isn't wary of Ammy's maw close to his neck; he knows of how dangerous she can be, battling with her many times, but he knows she is also gentle. The most he is apprehensive of now is another tackle or surprise licking.

He swallows past an uncomfortable lump in his throat at her words. It's the lack of all the words she could say, condemnations of his past, that bring up the strange mixture of sadness and guilt. Of course, that wouldn't be Amaterasu at all, not to forgive him. And he knows, has told himself, the past cannot be reset, only the future protected. It staves off the guilt most of the time, and what he feels most now is the shame that kind words from Amaterasu are enough to bring back that old guilt.

He masks it all with a smile and small laugh.]

Merci, Amaterasu. [A pause, then with his usual flamboyant air:] However, I think your Celestial Envoy would argue that my prophecies were no help at all. Well, excuze-moi, I think my riddles were magnifique!

no u!

[resolvere]

[There is nothing in her that could think ill of Waka, even if something terrible of the Moon Tribe was told to her. It is not that she would disbelieve it, but Waka has proven himself in word and deed to be far more a resolute and wonderful being than any amount of wickedness associated with his people could undermine. There is nothing, then, that could keep her from protecting him with every ounce of her strength and blood in her body.

And even then, she would rely on the faith of her children, all within the mortal coil, to provide even more strength. If such things were not to be, she could be reborn as she had been before. If he were to lose his life, the sun god would not let it go quietly, for it would be from a great evil she would be incapable of letting stand for long.

Issun? Issun has opinions he does not keep quiet. And there's a great laugh there, in both her head and her lupine throat. They were magnificent, my child, they were indeed. Yours, and those of the bone reader, Madame Fawn, were of great help. Though... and here, there is a partial movement of her body so that she can cause him to think another licking will be the next thing on her agenda, I must wonder, yes, if you knew more even then than you were willing to tell.]