To be honest, this started out as a doodle based from an idea I had for a fanfic… I got carried away~ (I shouldn’t be left to my own devices… look what I do to these characters! By the way, feet are hard to draw…)
Wolfie eared Vanitas and Wolf incarnate Xehanort!
Here’s a… preview…?
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Emerald fire blazed through the once prosperous village. The residents thought they were safe. They believed their loyalty pact with Sage of Hollow Bastion would ensure their safety, have protection from the darkness.
But as the ebony dragon blazed her flame and called her song of chaos, hoards of creatures of darkness ravaged the town bare. The screams of its people echoing in the remnant silence. Death would have been far better a fate for the souls and hearts that were now lost in the void of darkness’ bane.
Alas, there was one last beating heart. Laggard as the the black mist sears the skin of the body. A young boy, breathing faintly, eyes grey and dull, framed with ashen hair, waiting for the sweet solace of death if he was granted such a luxury. They watched the billowing smoke and mist rise from his home, suffocating his young lungs, laying in the rubble of the remainders of what once was a shelter.
Cold and burning.
Incinerated and frozen.
An endless cycle of torture.
And then a chill claimed his whole being. He felt as if his heart had come to a halt and throat collapsed shut. Upon his chest, a small creature of the shadows dug into him. Scratching and digging to retrieve its prize.
In his mind he cried out, calling out for anyone, or anything to appease him from this. Fear clouded every judgment, any rational thought as he prayed from whatever was left of his heart to bring it all to an end.
His answer came to him when his vision caught glimpse of the moon. Sapphire blended into scenery. Flames dispersed, and smoke cleared as the night sky became clear, like a wave of stars splashed across the horizon.
A sharp inhale of icy air penetrated his lungs like glass. New found, unexplained strength allowed him to bolt up into a sitting position, hand over the wound upon his heart, only to stop short, and stare into the eye of darkness itself.
Piercing blue, like as the moon now, acquainted with two amber orbs, glowing eerily within the shadowy form a mighty beast.
But, he felt no fear. The presence of this being calmed his aching heart. A surprisingly steady hand reached out for the creature’s face, resting upon its warm muzzle.
“I have heard your beck and call." A voice resonated throughout his mind. That of a man, wise beyond years of meager existence. There was no question of it. He simply understood with no explanation.
The beast continued, "I have eased you of your strife, and saved your heart. But now, I ask of you in return, to become my vessel in the realm of light. Your form, in part, shall be reborn in our images combined. I shall become your shadow. Accept my terms, and you will have all my knowledge, strength, and power.”
A nod with no hesitation, and no sooner did they become one. The moon cast shadows of the beast and boys melded to together. With a leap, the creature tore into the hole in his chest left by that small shadow being, now seeming so small and insignificant, as his majestic savior evaporated into his heart.
His skin cured itself of all scars and blemishes, a milky snow white tone, bare in the moonlight. Ears transformed with his midnight hair, standing tall upon his head with new sounds to hear as fur filtered the worlds vibrations. A new appendage swayed behind him in delight as glowing golden irises stupendously improved his vision.
He stood and glanced over himself, admiring everything, even up to the tips of his toughened nails. Glancing around his pondered over the overbearing, yet vacant presence lingering within him. Since every relationship has an introduction, he finally spoke, even from his child body, in a wiser tone.
"I’m Vanitas… who, are you?“ He prepared himself for no answer, but waited in anticipation for an answer from his mysterious savior, whom he can only imagine what he’ll learn from.
From within his mind, yet almost hearing with his ears, and a visual of the beast’s eyes in his shadow, his reply, "I am called, Xehanort.”
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What Do you think? Snazzy eeeeh? Wonder if I should continue… XD