▼▼▼ introduction: hecc i low key cannot draw- i stg why can’t i genuinely be proud of something for longer than an hour- anyways just take more skylar backstory trash while i wait to get some messages, because gosh forbid people talk to me initially when i’m available- and uhm here’s another short story to go along with this, i hope you enjoy it more than i do: (first person point of view, currently unknown.) (About 10 years backwards from present day) I woke up in the middle of the night. It was too dark to really see exactly where I was, but it felt all too familiar. Was this a dream? I looked around, quickly going to cover my eyes at a sudden light from the corner of whatever room I could have possibly been in. The light faded slowly into a soft white glow. The source of the glowing was a cloaked girl with fair skin and somehow white glossy horns coming from her head. Her brunette hair was long, and it stretched down to the ground, weirdly fading into a starry pattern the farther it went. Her hair blew in the breeze even though there was no breeze at all. She looked up, her blue eyes meeting mine. Blinking and then slowly standing, the girl walked over to me, her stance surprisingly cautious and shy. “Am I- dead..?” I asked, looking at the girl. As she approached, I slowly started to notice that she was a lot shorter than I initially thought she would be. “N-no, I don’t believe so- I- don’t think I’m dead- at least.” She nervously scratched the back of her neck as she talked. Her face was red, but probably from the overwhelming amount of nervousness tension that was just lingering around in the air. “A-are you dead? Can I talk to ghosts now- or angels?” I slowly walked in circles around the girl, observing the way her cloak gently frilled around her shoulders. Her striped outfit reminded me of a badger’s markings. It was interesting, really. “I’m not dead- I- I’m living- I hope-“ She uttered out, still sounding strangely nervous and quiet. “I- I’m here to guard you- I think-“ She stepped forward a bit, dusting off her cloak and trying to catch her starry hair. “Wh- what does that even mean? Like- a- wh-“ I stammered. “Or maybe I’m just- supposed to be your friend..?” The girl coughed out. She paused for a few moments, her hair starting to glow. “I- I think I have to leave now- though- I’ll be back- I- I’m sure of it!” information: so, if you’re wondering why and what just went down- let me explain some concepts- spirit guardians, aka, a sort of soulmate au, but also not au, because technically speaking aus are cannon in cmrp and this is a basis- and- yeah- skylar is a spirit guardian, and it’s basically her job to keep this one person safe at all costs. Nobody knows exactly /why/ though- but yeah, basically Skylar and other spirit guardians are able to temporarily change their forms and visit their soulmate and or person to guard in their dreams and comfort them in their days of need, or just be a friend in their times of loneliness. /Usually/ a first visit happens on the day before something extremely momentous is about to happen/the beginning of some kind of declining and or increasing arc, and the “last” visit happens on the day before the guardian meets their partner person. It’s weird and I’m still working on it, but yeah, take some trash art and a smol bean story to give you an idea of things- ▼▼▼
▼credits▼ ○The art and short story are by me ○Skylar was created by me ○The song is “Mayday” by TheFatRat
