Tiavel: I don't know why, but Yugoth keeps putting this stuff in my mane. I'm not entirely sure what it is, but whatever it is smells like the warden.... Kind of that... mushroom smell you get when you crush a mushroom or step on it, sort of? That's the closest approximation. A bit... odd, but something you get used to after a while. Honestly... I think it finds it funny... *He sighs as he washes the goopy teal stuff out of his mane.... again*

A blog following a particularly friendly pacifist of a warden, named Zylarath! Also interactable is their cub, unnamed at the moment... an absolute little shit, and Zy's dam, Azraketh, a scarred up blind elder warden living with the village that saved her life. The human Keira can also be asked things. Zylarath is a young adult, having recently went to establish their own territory. An encounter with another warden has left them with a tiny (And very angry) little cub. They will also answer to Zy or Zyli

They live in a shallow cave system within a large mountain range with a town at the foot of it. There’s a large lake that stretches from the surface into the cave system, providing plenty of fresh water for them.

They are very different from your typical warden. They’re a little smaller, fresh into adulthood. But that isn’t the odd thing about this warden… The odd thing is… they’re actually incredibly friendly.

Zy is a complete pacifist, and a complete sweetheart. They actually enjoy the surface, thus their den being close to the surface so they have easy access. They love the feel of the air, the smells, the sounds of birds singing and critters going about their business.

Zy is completely safe to approach, though they may grumble at you if you go into their den (They’re protective over their den and nest). They won’t attack you unless you give them good reason to.

They’re as strong as a normal warden, able to hit hard and absolutely still have the Sonic Shriek ability and can one-shot most creatures. But they prefer not to. Zy is quite gentle, however, and won’t hurt you and actually enjoys physical contact. They won’t let you touch their tendrils (Sensitive! Touches are ouchy!), but you can touch anywhere else you want to.

Their tendrils tend to be held lower than a typical warden, and they are noticeably curious. They flinch at loud sounds (So if you see them and scream, they’ll flinch cuz ow, loud!) but don’t attack.

They’ll often do a soft, curious sound while tilting their head from one side to the other. The heartbeat sound wardens emit rarely speeds up with Zy, simply because they just don’t care if others are around.

Zy is open for interactions! They can understand speech from various creatures, but can’t speak back; at least, not in a way that’s easy to understand. They’re trying, though! But there’s only so much they can learn when everybody’s scared shitless of them and runs away!

ok and here is all my art fight attacks as promised! (honestly, I could do like 1 or 2 more but I kinda wanna sleep and I'm happy with how many I did in the end)

characters and their creators:

red / https://tako-owowo.tumblr.com/

edmond leroux / https://artfight.net/~TheMomentWhen-

amanda / https://artfight.net/~Hanweko

dae / https://larissa-the-scribe.tumblr.com/

A1-IC3 (Alice Harlow) / https://artfight.net/~Brandini-Panini

birb / https://artfight.net/~Cretin

steel fang / https://artfight.net/~b1tehard

spine / https://artfight.net/~AbyssalWyvern

bug mage / https://artfight.net/~Squished_Bug

bear / https://omokers.tumblr.com/

chance and adriel / https://artfight.net/~Brandini-Panini

alba / https://artfight.net/~DustyVixen

yugoth and tiavel / https://artfight.net/~Artha-Demon

marley and faust / https://artfight.net/~Tensie_

gwen / https://yunichi.carrd.co/

the rat / https://www.tumblr.com/thereisabearonmyceiling (will post separately due to technical issues)

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The Friendly Warden https://the-friendly-warden.tumblr.com/

A blog about a rather friendly warden named Zylarath. Also included are Zylarath's cub, an aggressive and bitey little shit and Zy's mother, a disabled and scarred up old warden named Azraketh living in the town that saved her life. Also included are a small pride of wardens consisting of Ophelion, Seraphis and Voryth and their rather strange pride members Mezrith, a deep elf necromancer and his familiar/close friend, a grimalkin named cat. Voryth is Zy's sire. Interactions and asks are very much open!

The Phantom of the Deep https://the-phantom-of-the-deep.tumblr.com/ A blog about an ancient and powerful warden, unusually large with a unique pale coat. Phantom is surprisingly chill for one of her kind, approachable. She can even speak a bit better than most wardens. She's a sassy old thing, and has a bit of a sense of humor. She loves glowberry jam on toast, but really, she loves any people food. She finds humans endearing and cute.

My World of Enterra Ask Blog https://the-world-of-enterra.tumblr.com/

This started as a Hollow Knight AU, but is being turned into its own world and setting. It's on a short hiatus as I rework some things, but isn't closing!

The Border Outpost https://the-border-outpost.tumblr.com/

Set in Enterra, a small border outpost consisting of the Warbred pack that is stationed there, their doctor, a dreameater, a moth, and a little troublemaking hybrid.

The World of Azrimar https://www.tumblr.com/azrimar

A rebirth of an old blog with a lot of fun characters and creatures. It's quiet now and under construction, but more is planned! Wayfarer Ari https://wayfarer-ari.tumblr.com/ A rebirth/reboot of an old blog set in the Journey universe, revolving around my character Ari! It's pretty quiet now, but I had a lot of fun. Hoping to resurrect it!

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21 July 2019

Final boss of my last D&D campaign, Tiavell, resurrected deity of reptiles.

Brine and Jewealvyn (@asktheminecraftians) decided to take a walk into a nearby village, seeing many of its residents trading inside the small settlement. Brine could Jewealvyn was genuinely enjoying their conversation, not really getting out much afterall.

However, as the two talked, Jewel's eyes moved up to see a large moth-like creature? They walked on two legs, and they seemed to be trading with the villagers in front of them. Jewelavyn's eyes seemed to light up and she whispered to ask something of Brine. He nodded and she walked forward, being careful not to startle the moth.

When she reached the moth-like being, she clasped her hands and started with, "Excuse me? I did not mean to stare, but, you do not seem to be of this realm. I do not believe I have met someone like you before." Jewelavyn bowed her head. "I am Jewelavyn, I go by Jewel. May I ask your name or title?"

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[Hiiii, Artha, it's Helios! I wanted to send Jewel and Brine to meet Tiavel! No rush to answer! :D

The eery white eyes make every hair on Tiavel's body puff up to stand on end, thanks to a set of white eyes he'd seen from time to time, though he regains his composure very quickly. He has a rather odd scent about him, a scent that smells fungal, and dangerous. He finally figured out the reason for the warden gooping his mane. He managed to extract the scent, which he has in a little bottle in a necklace hidden beneath his mane. It makes him smell strange. At least it makes it so he doesn't have to wash the warden's goop out of his mane every time he visits. The little moth has a large basket full of bread. Far more than any person their size would eat. After greeting them back, he gives them a sheepish smile. "Sorry for my initial startled reaction." he says with a flick of his antennae. "Your white eyes gave me a bit of a spook." Though he has to laugh. Two fairly normal looking folks with white eyes gave him a spook, and yet he was about to go willingly visit the most dangerous creature known to this reality he'd landed in...

((Omg Anon I am dying laughing at this and just had to do a quick doodle in response. THE THING IS. YUGOTH PROBABLY WOULD DO THAT LMFAO. That warden is SASSY. If only Tiavel could understand its speech xD Tiavel's face and pose friggin' kills me, I am dying, thank you Anon xDDD))

At first, Tiavel is startled when the Warden scoops him up and carries him off, letting out a few little squeaks like a death's head hawk moth, before he calms down upon being carried by the lumbering eldritch thing. Yugoth carries him off to its nest. It is very grateful to the moth for the soothing earmuffs he gave it. It lays on its nest, made of wool it gathered from around the ancient city. Between the wool dampening incoming sounds and the earmuffs quieting everything, Yugoth is soon fast asleep. Tiavel realizes... well, he's gonna be here for a while with the Warden holding him against its body like a warm fluffy plushie, so might as well get comfortable.

Tiavel: I learned something very surprising about wardens. They purr! At least, Yugoth does! When I came to visit it, the warden came right over to me, and was actually acting affectionate! I am beginning to think the warden actually enjoys my presence. It actually seemed like it wanted to follow me home... though it stopped right at the edge of the ancient city and didn't follow me any further. You're probably going to think I'm nuts, but... honestly? It's kinda... cute. In its own way... even if it keeps putting that weird mushroomy goop in my mane!

Redrew their first encounter, and rewrote the story! ================

The soft clicking of Tiavel's claws on the stone echoed through the vast caverns as the light from the lantern held in his little hand reflected off of the stone all around him. Each day exploring had brought the small fluffy moth deeper and deeper into the caverns. The normally gray stone was darker now, and took a little more work to break through. He wasn't too concerned with digging into the cavern walls at the moment. This new, darker stone was not what captured the moth's attention. His feathery antennae perked up as he noticed what looked like ruins.

This definitely captured his interest. Tiavel loved to explore. Perhaps he would find more books, more weapons, or some magical items to help him on his explorations or teach him more about this strange world he'd found himself in. The only word that came to the moth's mind as he carefully moved closer to the ruins was… Ancient. The place looked like it had once been a great city, but was now overgrown with something that reminded him of a climbing vine combined with a strange fungus. It squished wetly beneath his feet, so he tried to stick to the stone around him. There were the remains of flagstone roads and paths and crumbled walls of buildings all around. Some were more intact than others, but the place had clearly been here decaying for centuries. Placed here and there were lanterns, obviously magical in nature, producing a soft blue light. It was enough for his sensitive eyes to see quite clearly. There were remains of burned out candles.

He saw more and more of that strange blue-black fungus everywhere, the faint light of its bioluminescent specks giving the entire place an eerie and unnatural feel. It reminded him of stars in a dark night sky. As beautiful as it was eerie and unsettling. Strange tendrils sprouted from the dark fungal coating here and there, though he didn't go any closer to them. They made him incredibly uneasy and he didn't like how the stuff squished beneath his feet. Tiavel carefully crept deeper into the cavernous ruins, light on his feet and incredibly alert. Even with his careful movement, the barest tick of his claws echoing through the ancient caves made the tendrils sprouting from the strange dark fungus twitch and move more. The sounds they made put him on edge, his antennae flicking and twitching at every sound. It was nearly silent down here, aside from the distant sound of dripping and the alien clicking of the tendrils all around him.

Despite his unease, he was curious. He jumped at a strange wail shrieked out in the silence. It was jarring, making his heart hammer in his chest. The skittered of his claws exciting every tendril that sprouted near him. They lit up as they twitched excitedly, chittering a signal to something unknown. His vision went dark, for a moment, and he thought he heard something. A low thrumming, like a dreadful heartbeat ringing out in the darkness, strange clicking echoing through the caverns in response.

Looking around revealed no danger for the moment, but he couldn't shake the unease and paranoia burning in the back of his mind. His thick fur and fluffy mane stood on end. The fear did not deter the little cream and brown colored moth. Ever curious, he made his way deeper into the strange, dark and quiet caverns. His little wings flicked slightly. Loose stone crunched beneath his feet.

The eerie banshee-like wailing sound echoed out again. Tiavel squeaked out in fear, jumping with his wings flaring out as he felt panic welling up as everything went completely dark, as if he was blinded. He couldn’t see anything, even the light of his lantern obscured, stumbling as he tried to regain his bearings as the heavy sound of a heartbeat echoed loudly through the caverns. His own heart hammered in his chest as he skittered back and away from the sound and backed up against a ruined wall. The darkness passed after a moment, though the heartbeat echoed all around him now. It was impossible to tell what direction it was coming from. Tiavel swallowed as his mouth went dry and every hair on his fluffy little body stood on end again. He could hear something moving in the darkness. Heavy steps, a low, rumbling huff from something huge. He held his lantern up a little higher as he peered around, when he finally saw it. A glowing swirl of blue energy in the darkness. Surrounded by a massive, hulking shape. It had large, powerful arms tipped with long, sharp claws, a thick shiny looking mane hanging over where eyes would be if it had any, and around the neck and shoulders, resembling loosely the mane of a lion. The face looked almost felid at a glance, though a closer look revealed that the resemblance was only superficial. He saw the nostrils flare as it took in the scents around it, heard it's deep, heavy sniffing. It sounded as big as it looked. Its face was almost humanoid, though slightly muzzled with those almost feline traits. Long tusks jutted up from the lower jaw. The beast’s mouth was open, giving it an almost ghoulish appearance. It let out a low, clicky chittery groaning growl, followed by another low huff. It had strange bony growths on its arms and down its back and wrapped around its sides, resembling a ribcage. The material of it resembled bone, but the growth pattern reminded Tiavel of fungal stalks. The thrumming heartbeat continued, the glowing within its chest pulsing in time to the sound as the thing turned to face him. Each sound that came from the thing, the way that thrumming heartbeat sound rang through the air, made Tiavel feel as if his entire body was vibrating. He felt a pressure in his ears and a dull, buzzing thrum in the back of his skull, like the vibrations one feels racing through their body when waking up with sleep paralysis. His heart jumped into his throat, but the thing didn't seem interested in him. At least, not yet. He raised his lantern to try to get a closer look at it. The lantern shook in his grip.

It sniffed the air again, turning its head from side to side. It was breathing heavily. The deep, thrumming heartbeat droned on and on. It seemed aware that he was there, it's head tilting ever so slightly as it faced him. Despite its lack of eyes, he felt like it was staring at him. Studying him. Its long tail flicked back and forth slowly.

He carefully took a step back, but a loose stone crunched beneath his feet. It sounded deafening in the stillness down here in the Depths. That was enough to cause the strange tendrils on the side of the thing’s head to twitch, raising up and glowing eerily in the darkness. It homed in on him in an instant. It stood up straight. It was even bigger than he realized when fully standing, over twice his size, thick, and rippling with powerful muscle. The thrumming heartbeat picked up tempo as it faced him as if it could see him even without any eyes. A low growl rumbled from its chest. The very air shook and vibrated. Tiavel's antennae dropped and tucked back as his eyes widened. It took everything he had to control his shaking breaths.

He took another step back, as careful and quiet as he could be. His heart hammered in his chest. The tempo of the thrumming heartbeats the creature emitted started to slow back down as it sniffed the air again, going back into its crouched position. It was aware of him, but this scent was new. The vibrations coming back to its tendrils through its echolocation were fuzzy. It made his shape harder to make out. It was just enough for curiosity to briefly bubble to the surface, to make it pause instead of attacking immediately.

It provided enough of a distraction for the moth to slowly back away. Tiavel managed to sneak back a few more steps, careful not to make the slightest sound when the squeaking and fluttering wings of a little bat made the Eldritch beast wince and stand straight with an unnatural and horrifying roar. It crackled and clicked unnaturally. Tiavel’s lantern fell to the ground with a clatter. The clatter seemed to anger the thing more. It took a breath, the energy within its stomach and chest swirling and lighting up brighter. He could feel and hear the energy building up within the thing. It unleashed a terrible roar that seemed interlaced with an earth-shattering shriek and howl, all at once, culminating in a deadly and powerful sonic boom and a massive ripple of energy tearing forth from its belly as the bony growths around its ribcage opened up to let the dreadful attack out. The moth was already running as fast as he could, using fluttery wings and little claws to climb out of the deep caverns and away as fast as he could go. He didn't see the bat fall to the ground, instantly killed from the sonic shriek, then get crushed beneath the creature’s bone-clawed feet. He heard another roar echoing through the caverns. He stopped once he was sure the thing wasn’t following him. He leaned back against the wall, trying to calm his hammering heart and ragged panting. He realized he was in his alternate form, a form he dubbed ‘Weremoth’ because of its large, beastly appearance.

He looked back in the direction he came from for a moment, got another lantern out of his pack, lit it with a shaking forepaw, picked it up in his mouth, and started to make his way back out of the cave system, thoroughly shaken by that encounter.

Tiavel: I asked Yugoth to let me have a look at its teeth and it laid down and opened its mouth to give me a look... though I had to move its lip a bit to get a closer look. They aren't actually as sharp as I expected. The front teeth seem more for gripping and pulling with the back teeth for crushing. Which makes sense... when I bring it bones from skeletons and sticks, the back teeth crunch through bits of wood with shocking ease. The jaw is really muscular too. I notice the saliva has a slight glow to it.... and, you'd expect something that sometimes eats rotten flesh and decaying stuff in general would have bad breath, but its breath is actually pretty clean smelling. Oddly? It smells a bit like petrichor, that smell right when it begins to rain. Not quite the same, there's a fungal undertone... but surprisingly not unpleasant.

It decided to be a bit cheeky when I was done looking at its teeth... and gave me a big slimy lick. It's so big and strong that knocked me on my butt! I think THAT was on purpose too because it flopped down beside me and put its head on my lap. Didn't move until it had to get up to relieve itself. It didn't seem to care, at all, that I was right there not even 10 feet away... I don't really blame it for its lack of social skills, though, living so far down underground and being aggressive with folks other than me.

When your weird eldritch mushroom friend keeps putting fungal goop in your mane

Yugoth has something like a jacobson's organ, something found in cats. It means it can gather more scents on the air with its tongue, and place it against the roof of its mouth in a "stinkyface" as some might call it. Tiavel has come to visit with a new scent on him that has the warden curious. What's it smelling? Who knows. But it's an interesting scent all the same.

Tiavel: I've learned the Warden's name! I can't understand its speech, but the name it gave sounded something like 'Yugoth'. As for the eyes... well, I was cautious at first, but when it laid down, I took the opportunity to move the mane that hangs over its face aside... and there's no eyes at all! There's eyebrows, so I suppose it could emote if it wanted to with those, but there's no eyes at all. That was also when I cautiously placed the ear muffs I made for it on its head. It didn't protest, and seems noticeably calmer since, so I think they worked! I lined them with my own shed fluff to be soft and comfortable.

Tiavel decides to try to help soothe the Warden’s headache with a cool, wet towel with health potions soaked into it. The warden takes this moment of closeness to get a good sample of the moth’s scent... And gets a nosefull of fluff in the process! At least the startled squeaks of the fleeing weremoth as he skitters to hide behind a ruined wall not far away don’t bother the Warden with the soothing towel on its head! For a moment, the strange sound coming from the warden sets Tiavel on edge... until he realizes it’s laughing at him! The weremoth gives a little huff and pout, but finally creeps out of hiding to approach the Warden again, offering it some of the bread he had purchased from the villagers. Which, of course, it eats without hesitation.