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For ~Tavaris 's Fennet Adoptables.
This is horribly, tragically late. I am a terrible person.

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Name: Melpomene
Sex: None
Age: undefined
Color: Fox
Name Origin: Melpomene is the Greek Muse of Tragedy. The Greeks and Romans would pray to Melpomene when they wanted lyrical or poetic inspirations.
Overview: Melpomene is an indefinable creature. A vagrant, celestial figure in Lutalo’s life, it possesses no gender – at least not one that can be determined as distinctly ‘male’ or ‘female’. Often it refers to itself as ‘The Muse’ or simply ‘Melpomene’, while Lutalo will often shorten this to ‘Mel’. The Muse’s presence itself is questionable, as it has only appeared to Lutalo. If Roark has seen the muse, he’s given no outward signs. This draws into question weather the muse’s existence is based in reality or if it is a delusion of Lutalo’s affection starved and socially challenged mind. Regardless of the muse’s reality, the wisdom it owns is vast and its’ impact felt. The majority of Melpomene’s appearances are often surrounded by ominous overtones, either before or after something particularly nerve-wracking occurs. Will often speak in poems or in a poetic way, with a voice Lutalo describes as "soft, like leaves falling on sand."

If The Muse has any outward goddess-like 'owers', they have not been made present.

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The day swayed and murmured.

The sand soaked through their bodies and collected on their bones, beating against their legs with an eternal ferocity. The sky above oppressed them, pushed down with heavy white clouds and dark infinity – a dark that grew deeper and swallowed more as the hours passed.

Lutalo’s vision blurred. He lost sight of his brother. At this point he had become used to this. Roark went on, the fearless Chartreuse Gentleman, paving the way for Little Brother. Lutalo’s heart beat and ached, longing. “Longing for what? You don’t even know what you’re looking for.”

His body wracked with shivers, not from cold, but exhaustion. His birch-brindle body heaved a great, retching sigh, and he swore that he tasted blood on his tongue. He wanted to give up.

“Hello, my young one.” The voice is familiar. Lutalo turns his great orange doe-eyes to the speaker, and is met by the vacant golden stare of the kitsune. “Melpomene.” His voice registers barley above a whisper, but if the fox has to strain to hear him, it takes no notice. A warm smile is the only thing that greats his aching expression.

“Your brother needs you.” The voice is soft, but loud. It rises far above the wind, envelops him in a blanket of warmth and knowledge. “He’s so much stronger than me.” His voice is no match for the fox’s, cracked, rife with beads of sand. “I slow him down. I’m a burden.”

Melpomene’s claws prick his back, but he feels no pain. The muse moves like a ghost across his frame and places one endlessly black paw against his mouth. His heart swells, because the touch is so affectionate, and his body has never felt a touch so significant and so ancient.

The day melted into oblivion.

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"You'll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time,
What are you hoping for?
I'm here, I'm now, I'm ready."
23 - Jimmy Eat World

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So, I'm eternally sorry to ~Tavaris , who was kind enough to give an extension on her deadline, which for some reason, I still couldn't meet.
Though I did get it done, and I am satisfied with it, and I think that counts for something.
Her fennet adoptables were just amazing and too tantalizing for me to not try for one. And YES, I do actually draw things BESIDES HORSES OMFG.

Lutalo's markings kill me, but I adore him.
I also got a chance to depict how big I think his eyes really are, just these big, watery Doe-eyes.
I had a really fun time coming up with the ideas for Melpomene, and s/he/it would make an awesome addition to the Roark/Lutalo debacle.

Description
For ~Tavaris 's Fennet Adoptables.
This is horribly, tragically late. I am a terrible person.

---

Name: Melpomene
Sex: None
Age: undefined
Color: Fox
Name Origin: Melpomene is the Greek Muse of Tragedy. The Greeks and Romans would pray to Melpomene when they wanted lyrical or poetic inspirations.
Overview: Melpomene is an indefinable creature. A vagrant, celestial figure in Lutalo’s life, it possesses no gender – at least not one that can be determined as distinctly ‘male’ or ‘female’. Often it refers to itself as ‘The Muse’ or simply ‘Melpomene’, while Lutalo will often shorten this to ‘Mel’. The Muse’s presence itself is questionable, as it has only appeared to Lutalo. If Roark has seen the muse, he’s given no outward signs. This draws into question weather the muse’s existence is based in reality or if it is a delusion of Lutalo’s affection starved and socially challenged mind. Regardless of the muse’s reality, the wisdom it owns is vast and its’ impact felt. The majority of Melpomene’s appearances are often surrounded by ominous overtones, either before or after something particularly nerve-wracking occurs. Will often speak in poems or in a poetic way, with a voice Lutalo describes as "soft, like leaves falling on sand."

If The Muse has any outward goddess-like 'owers', they have not been made present.

---

The day swayed and murmured.

The sand soaked through their bodies and collected on their bones, beating against their legs with an eternal ferocity. The sky above oppressed them, pushed down with heavy white clouds and dark infinity – a dark that grew deeper and swallowed more as the hours passed.

Lutalo’s vision blurred. He lost sight of his brother. At this point he had become used to this. Roark went on, the fearless Chartreuse Gentleman, paving the way for Little Brother. Lutalo’s heart beat and ached, longing. “Longing for what? You don’t even know what you’re looking for.”

His body wracked with shivers, not from cold, but exhaustion. His birch-brindle body heaved a great, retching sigh, and he swore that he tasted blood on his tongue. He wanted to give up.

“Hello, my young one.” The voice is familiar. Lutalo turns his great orange doe-eyes to the speaker, and is met by the vacant golden stare of the kitsune. “Melpomene.” His voice registers barley above a whisper, but if the fox has to strain to hear him, it takes no notice. A warm smile is the only thing that greats his aching expression.

“Your brother needs you.” The voice is soft, but loud. It rises far above the wind, envelops him in a blanket of warmth and knowledge. “He’s so much stronger than me.” His voice is no match for the fox’s, cracked, rife with beads of sand. “I slow him down. I’m a burden.”

Melpomene’s claws prick his back, but he feels no pain. The muse moves like a ghost across his frame and places one endlessly black paw against his mouth. His heart swells, because the touch is so affectionate, and his body has never felt a touch so significant and so ancient.

The day melted into oblivion.

---

"You'll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time,
What are you hoping for?
I'm here, I'm now, I'm ready."
23 - Jimmy Eat World

---

So, I'm eternally sorry to ~Tavaris , who was kind enough to give an extension on her deadline, which for some reason, I still couldn't meet.
Though I did get it done, and I am satisfied with it, and I think that counts for something.
Her fennet adoptables were just amazing and too tantalizing for me to not try for one. And YES, I do actually draw things BESIDES HORSES OMFG.

Lutalo's markings kill me, but I adore him.
I also got a chance to depict how big I think his eyes really are, just these big, watery Doe-eyes.
I had a really fun time coming up with the ideas for Melpomene, and s/he/it would make an awesome addition to the Roark/Lutalo debacle.