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Oh, to whisper your secrets to a shackled god
to feel the cool metal of his chains
to look into his firey eyes
Fixed from the last thing, adding shackles and such. Still indecisive on how to draw Lambert :p
Oh, to whisper your secrets to a god - unfinished WIP, final posted!!
"What is it you must tell me, vessel?"
Mandatory follower form Narinder o7
Teiflings as in demon elf people.
Found out it was trademarked (figures), so if I theoretically finish CoTR I would have to find and replace teiflings :p
If you're interested in a DND aligned fantasy romance, check out The Church of the Returned!
All writing here is mine and mine alone, and does not originate from AI.
The prologue is behind the cut :]
738 AW (after war)
"Will this guide him true?" a squirrel chattered nervously. The owl looked down at him with seeing eyes, stretching her wings to imitate thoughtfulness. She looked at the large stone building, through the gaudy window, and at the teenaged tiefling. The owl could see him clearly through the foliage of the tree they sat in, one of the many reasons she loved this form so dearly. She felt the wind gently press her feathers against her form.
"Ideally." She said curtly. She was willing to deal with Aurom long enough to guide the boy, but otherwise…
"He should wake up by now… Does he even know how to travel?" He was moving to wring his hands together, quite the feat in his current form.
She wished to taste squirrel.
"Regina, can you hear me-"
"I can hear you." She growled. Covers rustled as the boy's eyes fluttered open, face twisting into a grimace.
"Oh- he's awake…" The tiefling- no, the Heir- flung a pack onto his bed, searching his room for things to put in it. His claws looked too heavy for his hands as he grabbed a few books and a knife.
"Does he know what to pack?" Regina didn't answer. The sun had yet to rise, yet she listened intently for movement around the house. The large manor kept creepily silent, to Regina's pride. She cast something minor to ensure the help would wake up late but checking never hurt.
The Heir seemed to abandon his pack - Did she make him too anxious to leave? - instead rushing out the door into the corridor. Without a level of magic, he certainly would have alerted multiple staff members.
"If you're so worried, why don't you follow him?" She kept bloodlust from her voice as best she could, but the squirrel seemed frightened.
"Right-" He scampered down the tree.
There was a storm brewing inside the Heir's head. He stomped down familiar family corridors, whipping his tail and shaking his head. A handful of thoughts ran over and over in his mind-
If he stays trapped, he can fight. If he can fight, he'll fight me. If I fight, I die.
Aurom could smell the anger, sweet as panic, emanating from the tiefling. The boy didn't realize he was being followed. Why did we even choose him? Regret panged in the small squirrel's chest as his little claws scraped against the stone.
If it stays trapped, it can fight. If it can fight, it'll fight me. If I fight, I die. Regina did well, the Heir's nightmare lasted him well through waking hours. The dream showed him what could have happened- The Guard fighting and winning against a treacherous opponent, healing just well enough to kill the Heir. Sweat beaded on the teifling's forehead as he neared the dungeons.
If it stays trapped, it can fight. If it can fight, it'll fight me. If I fight, I die.
The wooden door slammed against the stone wall before Gabriel stomped through the dungeons, pale from fear. He had never been this close to the devil of a creature. Most of the cells were empty, save for the very last one. Gabriel could feel its presence, the air suffocatingly damp. Is this really necessary?
A flash of red glistened before him, moonlight slicing in from adjacent cells. Bricks laid where a window used to be.
Gabriel forced himself to meet the cell bars before standing frozen, peering at the human. The human looked back with eyes that seemed to sparkle crimson. It was curled in the corner, sleeping with only its body heat to keep it warm.
Red blood spattered against the cell walls, a constant reminder of what Gabriel has seen this creature do. He didn't want to think of it.
His hands felt numb, static flowing down to his claws as he flexed his fingers. The human raised to its feet- Gabriel was sure it was much taller than it was, but… The human's head reached about Gabriel's shoulders. Moonlight shone through golden hair as the creature stepped forward. Its eyes carried no bloodlust, they held nothing at all. Any trace of a soul it might have once had had been long since beaten from the thing. It looked as if he could kill Gabriel where he stood if it wanted to.
Before Gabriel could second-guess himself, the cell's lock was shredded. The pain of dragging his claws against the metal shook his fear.
The human stretched a lithe hand through the bars, throwing aside the broken lock and pushing open the cell door. The creature was beautiful like the euphoria of adrenaline or the bright light one sees as one dies.
"T-Thomas." Gabriel stuttered its name, fear open and exposed. The human cocked its head at attention. Gabriel took a breath.
"We're leaving." Gabriel huffed, gaining enough composure to be angry once more. Thomas looked around, not noticing when Gabriel turned tail and started to walk away.
Gabriel stopped.
"Are you dumb? We're leaving." He grabbed the human's wrist, pulled the boy along, and rushed to the armory.
"Regina, this is impossible for this boy to do- he's barely mature enough to dress himself each morning-" He was itching to get out of this form.
"If you thought Gabriel was not right to be Heir, you should have said so. The decision has been made." She hissed. The humanoid pair passed under them, the tiefling dragging the human behind him.
"Will the human kill the Heir? What if-"
"If anything, the Heir will kill the human. We can't have that happen, because… Well, you were right. Gabriel does not know how to travel. That deadly human-" Regina gestured with an outstretched wing, "does. That is your answer."
Aurom fidgeted. In a flash, Regina grabbed the squirrel by the neck between her talons. He squealed in protest.
"Let us hope death does not visit us today."
Aurom squirmed in her grasp. She constricted against the small mammal, forcing him to go limp before she took off after the traveling pair.
Writing enemies to friends feels like telling your kids to get along
'i swear I will turn this chapter around' type deal
Ft a little Thomas wip
Its a family photo
A dragon inspired by Ghidorah (until I realized he doesn't have any arms)
Three headed dragon for the soul <3
One of the characters has gay dads and *double daddy issues*
Writing a story is just like looking at your whole cast of characters and realizing every single one has daddy issues
Writing a story is just like looking at your whole cast of characters and realizing every single one has daddy issues
A little WIP inspired by Ghidorah (thanks to my brothers hyper fixation)
I tried to make him look sharp, but I think I did Kevin dirty ðŸ˜
Chapter 1, part 2 is posted! Meaning: I finally finished the 'final' edit lol
Chapter 1 is posted! I am also working on a few sketches in the meanwhile... Here's an excerpt:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/58663822/chapters/149475946
I knelt for a moment if only to become lost in prayer myself. It felt as if the gods were here, chatting and laughing. As if the gods were splashing in the clear water, sparking conversation with the priest tree and sharing wisdom from one ancient being to another.
Prayer calmed me; grounded me. My heartbeat was able to slow, and my thoughts had ceased whirring. I took a deep breath, thanking the gods for our fortune, for sparing my life, for keeping me alive. I prayed for guidance, asking the great Muse for her aid in knowledge, the princess for her wisdom, and the Forgiving One. I ask the Forgiving one the same I had for years, for another chance at morality. For the freedom of those whose lives I'd ended. For the opportunity to fight for freedom or justice instead of sport.
I heard movement in the woods. It felt like something was staring at me. I whipped around, unsheathing my knife. I felt eyes staring at me, black and empty.
As quickly as it arrived, it had gone.
the funniest thing about making something is the face someone gets when you've been talking for 110 minutes
The main characters of my original work, The Church of The Returned!
Can't post much on AO3 right now, but here's a quick sketch!
Meet my DND character:
This is Jharles- he is a goblin in a human vs elves world raised by humans who mistook him for an elf. When the humans realized, they kicked him out to send him on a mission of "diplomacy."
