Snickering-kitsune - What A Tasty Morsel You'll Make!

The things I do to get Emil drawings from other artists.. Art Trades with Twitter friends <3

A little something for @alley-cat-sunflower - a quick sketch of Dezel punching Lunarre, out of chapter 26 of her amazing Tales of Zestiria (AUish) fan fic, “Ring of Fate.”  Lunarre’s already done a real number on Dezel at this point, hence why he’s missing his hat and jacket, and why his shirt is torn up.

If you love ToZ and are interested in DezeRose as a ship, I definitely recommend RoF!  Launching from the game’s bad ending, it has some really great slow burn development with its main ship and rewrites canon events in an interesting way while still adhering to established world mechanics.

Tales of Zestiria the X: Lunarre vs Symonne

for @touchedvenus

The Beast

[Cont. from here]

@destinedpartner

The prince heard his servants coming long before they entered his chamber. His pointed vulpine ears twitched. By the excited scrabbling of their feet on the flagstones, exciting news would soon be relayed to him. Whether it was good or bad was another matter, but nonetheless the prince bared his fangs in anticipation.

They all burst in together, each shouting over one another as they fought to get their master’s attention. So excited were they that they failed to notice the prince’s patience fraying until he exploded.

“SHUT UP!”

At their master’s anger every mouth clamped shut and the monstrosities that were his servants froze in place.

Prince Lunarre sighed, and the threatening aura of flame that had erupted from his person simmered down.

“Eguille. Tell me what happened.” 

The dog-like creature standing on its hind legs puffed out his chest as he relayed the news.

“We have captured a maiden for your Highness.”

The prince grinned. It was difficult not to get his hopes up, as each passing day brought more darkness and pain. The nights were no better; plagued by terrors that made him fear every shadow and distrust every kind voice telling him he was safe.

Unable to wait any longer, Lunarre led the way down to the castle dungeons, only half attending to the chatter of his servants as they descended. 

Eguille showed him to the cell, and the prince peered through the bars at the figure within. His heart pounded. 

Please. Please let this be the one.

“You,” he growled. “Come here. Let me see you.”