#seer-of-obsidian-dawn

[theseerofobsidiandawn]

I'll be in Liberia soon, so here's some Io sketches before I go!!

[amaris-whisperer]

MOONFIRE | Aemond Targaryen x Reader (EP.9)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen and OC Episode lX – “Ashes on the Crown” In a realm where bloodlines burn and dragons stir, even queens must kneel to prophecy. -- The tunnel beneath the mountain felt like the throat of some dead god—silent, endless, pulsing faintly with heat. Emberyn’s torch flickered with every breath she took, its fire paling next to the molten veins that pulsed through the black stone walls.

She moved with purpose. The runes carved along her wrists had begun to glow again. Not ink. Not an illusion. 

Magic etched into her flesh by something older than blood.

She passed the final threshold. There, under vaulted obsidian ribs and a skyless ceiling, lay the beast from her dreams.

Ignarax.

The nightmare.

The dragon of the first fire-speaker. A creature bound not by chains, but prophecy. Its body was the color of scorched bone and embered rock. Coiled in on itself, as if the weight of centuries had turned its bones to stone.

Her voice was a whisper of memory. “Ignarax.”

A golden eye opened. Slow. Endless. A slit of liquid sun against darkness. Behind her, she heard boots. She didn’t turn.

“Emberyn,” Aemond’s voice cracked. “Don’t—”

She stood before the beast, pale and radiant in the orange glow. The runes on her skin shimmered brighter as the air shifted. He grabbed her arm. Desperate. “You will die if you try to wake it. It’s not like Vhagar. You don't know what it—”

She turned to him, face illuminated in firelight. “He not the end of my story, Aemond. He is the storm I must walk through.”

“Please,” he said, shaking now. “Please.”

Her fingers slipped free from his. She stepped forward. The runes ignited. And then she screamed—just like in the vision.

But the dragon did not strike.

It bowed.

Aemond stood frozen. His sword half-drawn, his breath short. He had never seen such a thing. Not in Valyria, not in books, not even in tales.

Emberyn turned, her voice distant and shaken. “It knows me. It’s not a bond. It’s memory.”

-- They returned from the mountain at dawn, faces still ghostlit from the fire below. They stood in the solar, the morning sun bleeding through stained glass like diluted fire. Emberyn’s skin still glowed faintly beneath her sleeves, the runes etched in her flesh refusing to dim even in the daylight.

Lord Rivendale stared at them both in silence—then at the faint glow still visible beneath Emberyn’s sleeves.

“You saw it,” he said—not asked. “The beast beneath the mountain.”

“Yes,” Emberyn whispered.

“Ignarax bowed,” Aemond said, voice steel-wrapped in disbelief. “Not bonded. Not commanded. It bowed.” Aemond added coldly. “You know what it is..speak.”

Her father closed his eyes. His face, once proud, aged a decade in a breath. “There is a name you’ve never been taught,” he said softly. “Not because I wished to keep it from you, but because I feared what it would mean if you ever had to bear it.”

He crossed to a locked drawer and withdrew an old, leather-bound codex—charred at the edges, as though it had survived flame itself. He opened it to a page written in both High Valyrian and an even older script that shimmered faintly.

“The first of our line...she was called Vaelyssia the Flameborne. The first woman in our line who bore the mark you now carry. She wasn’t merely a queen. She was a Fire-Speaker—a seer chosen by the flame, one who could not only read prophecy, but awaken it. Fire didn’t obey her. It remembered her. She wasn’t just a queen. She was a fire-speaker. Chosen by flame. Ignarax was her sacred mount.”

He then looked up at Emberyn, his voice quiet but reverent.

“She bled into the flame and spoke to dragons—not with whips or bridles, but with truth. The runes marked her the same way they mark you now. Not every daughter bore them. But when they reappear… it means the flame has chosen again.”

“No one commands two dragons,” Aemond said.

“No one ever has,” Lord Rivendale agreed. “Until you, Emberyn.” Emberyn’s breath hitched. “The Ember Mirror. The visions. The voice.”

Aemond moved to her side, his jaw tight. “You knew this power might awaken again. And you said nothing.”

“I prayed it never would,” Lord Rivendale said bitterly. “Fire-speakers die badly. Always. Betrayed. Feared. Used.”

The lord looked to Emberyn, haunted. “Vaelyssia died screaming in fire—betrayed by the king she loved, because her power frightened his court. They chained Ignarax beneath the mountain, sealed her legacy, and told the world she had gone mad.”

Aemond stiffened. “And you fear I’ll become that king.”

“I fear what any crown would do when they learn what she’s become.”

The silence hung heavy. Aemond stepped forward, placing himself between Emberyn and her father.

“I won’t let the Crown touch her. She’s mine. My future queen.”

“But will the fire obey you, prince Aemond?” Lord Rivendale asked quietly. “Or has it already chosen who wears the crown?”

--

The fire had burned low in the hearth, but the room had only grown colder.

Shadows flickered across the stone walls of Rivendale’s solar, cast by the dying flames and the storm brewing in the hearts of those who stood around the open tome. It sat heavy on the oaken table, untouched since Emberyn had uttered the name carved into its ancient page: Vaelyssia the Flameborne.

The name still rang in the air like an echo from another age.

Lord Rivendale stood with both hands braced on the table, his jaw clenched. The truth was a wound reopening—one long buried by time and silence. The blood of the Flameborne had not ended with ash and exile. It lived. It thrived. In his daughter.

And Aemond Targaryen, Prince of the Realm, had bound himself to that legacy with fire and flesh.

Aemond stood not far from Emberyn, one hand resting lightly on the pommel of his sword—not in threat, but as a silent promise of protection. His single violet eye watched her, as if memorizing the lines of her face, the way the firelight danced in her eyes. He was already planning the next step. Securing their bond. Strengthening the line.

He would not let her be taken.

But fate rarely allowed plans to settle for long.

A sharp knock broke through the charged silence.

The door to the solar creaked open, and a steward appeared, red-faced and breathless.

“My lord,” the boy gasped. “A raven—from the Red Keep. Marked by the Queen’s own seal.”

Aemond turned instantly. The steward didn’t even have to cross the room—Aemond strode forward and plucked the scroll from his trembling hands.

He cracked the green wax, unrolling it quickly. His eye darted across the words, line by line. A shift came over him—quiet, taut, dangerous.

Emberyn rose slowly from her chair, voice quiet but firm. “What does she say?”

Aemond’s jaw tightened. He said nothing at first. Then:

“She knows.”

He handed the parchment to Lord Rivendale, who read aloud the words penned in Queen Alicent’s delicate, pointed hand.

To my son, Prince Aemond Targaryen, and Lady Emberyn of House Rivendale, Aemond, I write to you not only as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, but as your mother—who bore you, raised you, and trusted that the blood in your veins would guide you to wisdom, not recklessness. You have acted without counsel. You have taken a bride without the Crown’s blessing, and worse—you have awakened powers long buried for good reason. Do you think I do not know what it means, this union of fire and blood sealed in the shadow of a mountain? The whispers reach even the Red Keep. They speak of a dragon not seen for generations, of runes glowing on her skin, of ancient rites repeated in darkness. Tell me, Aemond—do you serve the realm, or prophecy? You are hereby summoned to return at once to King’s Landing, both you and Lady Emberyn. The Small Council shall hear what has transpired. If there is truth to speak, then speak it plainly. But if there are lies, if this is folly disguised as fate, know that no dragon—no matter how old or terrible—will protect you from what follows. I raised you to be strong. But even strength must bow to duty. Come home, Aemond. Let us face what you have awakened—together. — Alicent Hightower Queen of the Realm Your mother

Lord Rivendale’s hands gripped the scroll tighter, knuckles white.

“She calls it treason,” he muttered. “The prince of the realm binding himself to a house believed extinguished. A bloodline the Crown feared—because it could not control it. He had been sent for only securing our loyalty, not continuing our bloodline.”

“She demands I return,” Aemond said, his voice sharp as steel. “And summons Emberyn.”

“She’ll try to separate you,” Lord Rivendale warned. “Force you before the Maesters. Bind you in wards and watch you like a relic. If the wrong whisper spreads that a Fire-Speaker lives again, the Faith might demand a purge. The Crown may obey.”

Aemond stepped forward, a storm in his voice. “She won’t be taken. I swore that on fire and blood.”

Emberyn moved between them then—her presence like a spark falling into kindling. Her spine was straight. Her voice did not tremble.

“You said the Flame chose me. That it remembers me.” She looked at them both. “So let it.”

A hush fell. Then, she added, “Ignarax did not rise in fury. It bowed. It knew me. And if I am the last of the fire-speakers, then let the Crown see what that truly means.”

Aemond turned to her slowly, gaze burning.

Not as a prince. Not even as a man. But as something deeper. Bound.

“I’ll go,” he said. “To the Keep. To stand before the court and my mother. But you ride with me. As my wife. As my blood. If they raise a hand to you—”

He didn’t finish. He didn’t need to. Emberyn’s hand slid into his with solidarity, trust, and flame.

From deep beneath the keep, the mountain stirred. A low groan—half rumble, half breath—shivered through the stone floor.

Ignarax had heard. The fire was listening.

Lord Rivendale moved to the window, staring out at the black peaks beyond the citadel walls. “The world has long forgotten what it means to fear the flame,” he murmured. “But I have not. The nightmare under the mountain was once the sacred mount of Vaelyssia the Flameborne. She did not tame him. She woke him. Just as Emberyn has.”

He turned back toward them. “No one has ever commanded two dragons. No one has ever shared that bond—not through force, but prophecy. This... this will shake the realm.”

Aemond stepped closer to Emberyn, lowering his voice. “The Crown may accuse me of treason. But you? They’ll call you a weapon.”

“And if I am?” Emberyn whispered.

“Then let them learn the price of wielding fire.”

[wizard-spider-man]

"Wards Against Absence and Lacking Of" by Sevritus Arenuius

**This ancient tome, bound in otherworldly leather and adorned with intricate runes, shimmers with an unnatural glow. Indeed this book holds the great secrets to safeguarding the very essence of existence.**

**Penned by the long lost mad-man-mystic Sevritus Arenuius, its pages are the amassed collection of mad scrawlings, experiments, and rituals of the one (or many, it is hard to say,) who dared to pursue the darkest questions of the cosmos.**

**Seeking a means to shield reality from the insidious forces of the void, Arenuius embarked on the dangerous task of unravelling the mysterious workings of existence itself.**

**In the fathomless void that lies beyond the veil of creation, a malevolent presence lurks, an existential threat that predates the dawn of reality itself. The antithesis of all that is, to consume the very fabric of existence, eroding the foundations of the multiverse until nothing remains but emptiness.**

**And yet, many things seem to take on the definition of such a thing. This was a simple but profound realization.**

**Absence.**

**It was this looming peril, that drove Arenuius to abandon the comforts of the known world and pursue the most forbidden realms of knowledge he could find. Truth it would be that his own home world died as a result of his descent into madness.**

**The tome carries weight of the lives of countless, some even bound to its very pages. A cruel fate for the departed.**

**Risking his very sanity, Sevritus pursued the lore of ancient civilizations long forgotten, deciphering cryptic texts and unraveling the mysteries of eons past, all in the pursuit of a means to ward off encroaching oblivion.**

**These bygone realms were said to wield arcane forces that defied the natural laws of the natural world. Whispers spoke of civilizations that harnessed the very fabric of reality itself, bending it to their will through intricate rituals and esoteric knowledge.**

**Other societies thrived on the mastery of these mystical arts, their ways of life inextricably intertwined with the ebb and flow of cosmic power. Yet, for all their supposed might, they ultimately faded into obscurity, leaving behind only fragmented accounts and enigmatic relics, or in some cases just trace essences from moments in time.**

**Beyond the veil, the enigmas that dwelled within the void were enough to chill the blood of even the most resolute truth seekers. Yet, it was the very horror of the unknown that fueled Sevritus' relentless pursuit, for only by unraveling the secrets of absence could one hope to stand against it.**

**Just as the deepest trenches of the ocean remain largely unexplored, harboring unspeakable horrors in their lightless depths, so too does the abyss beyond existence, beholding terrors that defied comprehension. The inky blackness that enveloped these realms was a palpable presence, a malevolent force that seemed to devour all semblance of hope and reason.**

**To dive too deeply into such mysteries was to risk losing one's grip on all they hold dear.**

**This tome hums with otherworldly energy, the mana binding it together being anchored to the pure quintessence of numerous dead realities.**

**Through years of relentless study and experimentation, Arenuius unlocked the secrets of these ancient magics and cosmically, each work of spellbinding more potent than the last.**

**One such powerful enchantment, was crafted by tapping into the primordial energies that birthed existence itself.**

**Drawn from the teachings of a mysterious Conclave, an order of star-seers and cosmic scholars, the Hymn of Aurelia harnesses the raw potential of creation; the Celestial Glow.**

**The Celestial Glow is an energy directly funneled from the mythical, chaotic all-spark that creates a Universe. When it was discovered, it was that one Universe's Dominant Magical Essence.**

**In the darkest depths of the Obsidian Spheres, a dimension of shifting causalities; a grim civilization of shadow-wreathed sorcerers practiced forbidden arts, channeling the very embrace of cosmic terror into their dark rituals.**

**Yet, through these paradoxical rituals, their mastery of cursed tongues and eldritch glyphs allowed them to harness the pure energy of stars, weaving spells of brilliant mystical starlight. The life-affirming power born from the very heart of existential dread. Grass would grow, trees would bloom. Until the Obsidian King returned the verdant spheres to darkness.**

**The Radiant Glyphs of Obsidia would bring the light of life to the darkest of shadows, curing the worst wastelands, and restoring the most corrupted plains.**

**Beloved and revered throughout a prosperous realm of evergreen, the benevolent witch Elara dedicated her life to the pursuit of healing and renewal. Her enchantment, a masterwork of divine sorcery, drew upon the boundless love she held for all living things, channeling that pure, nurturing essence into a blanket of rejuvenating magic.**

**Wherever Elara trod, withered landscapes bloomed anew, and the infirm found themselves suffused with vitality, a testament to the transformative power of selfless affection. The people loved her, and they destroyed their world mourning her.**

**The Veil of Elara Verenia could heal the deadliest of illnesses, the greatest of plagues, and the strongest of pains.**

**Yet, for all its power, the tome is a double-edged sword, for the knowledge contained within its pages is a burden too great for most to bear. Arenuius himself, it is said, succumbed to the weight of his own revelations, mind shattered by the cosmic truths he had unearthed.**

**His final words, scribbled in a frantic hand upon the tome's innermost pages, speak a truth too terrible to comprehend, a reality-shattering revelation that drove him to the brink of madness.**

**Many, very many things in this reality came from the Abyss. The essences that these beings, Absence, was present in all of them, no matter where in the multiverse Sevritus would go. This truth reduces his final pages to runes and cyphers, and unintelligible language potentially from the Beyond.**

**While not inherently malevolent, the careless or ill-informed use of the wards and enchantments detailed within this tome could unleash catastrophic consequences, unraveling the delicate balance of reality itself once again.**

[silencedminstrel]

GLIMPSES OF THE FINAL PROPHECY - GUARDIAN HUMOGA TRIAKIS IS BEING SWORN IN AS THE GREAT GUARDIANS' NEW LEADER IN A PRIVATE CEREMONY (SPECULATIVE SCRIPT)

INT - BUZNA IBETI (CITY TOWER), THE VALLEY CITY - DAY

THE CHARACTERS - GUARDIAN HUMOGA TRIAKIS, GREAT SEER ROYGBIV, MAYOR ABRUZZESSE (LEADER OF THE CITIZENS OF XNROE FACTION), SAIF NIZMA THE GUARDIAN OF XNROE

THE THREE EXALTED ONES SOLEMNLY MAKE THEIR WAY TO THEIR DESIGNATED PLACES AS THE INCUMBENT LEADER OF THE GREAT GUARDIANS STANDS READY BELOW THEM. THEY RESPECTFULLY GREET EACH OTHER AND THE ANXIOUS MAN OF THE HOUR BEFORE THE MYSTERIOUS MASKED FIGURE IN BLACK, WHITE AND SILVER, THE ONE CALLED SAIF NIZMA GUARDIAN OF XNROE, OFFICIATES THE CEREMONY.

SAIF NIZMA: When you first came to me you were barely an adult, but I am thankful that my gambit pays off, Guardian Humoga!

HUMOGA: I couldn't have done it at all without your help and guidance, Master!

GREAT ROYGBIV: And still you are as polite and courteous as the day we first met; a child of XNROE not born of XNROE, the one unsure of his place and destiny...

MAYOR ABRUZZESSE: Yet here you are now, the only one who stands betwixt prosperity, and the end of everything as we know it!

HUMOGA: I've never forgotten everything that you ever taught me, Great Seer! I can't thank you enough for your tutelage...!

HUMOGA (CONTINUED): And I'll also try my very best to live up to your expectations, Mr Mayor! And also to everyone else's on this great planet...!

THE EXALTED TRIO DELIBERATES FOR A BRIEF MOMENT. THEN THE ONE CALLED GREAT ROYGBIV MAGICKALLY CONJURES UP A BIG, OBSIDIAN LIKE SPHERE TO APPEAR AT THE CENTER OF THE HALL.

MAYOR ABRUZZESSE: Now come forth before The Heart of Innocence and place your hands upon it, Guardian Humoga...!

HUMOGA: Understood...!

HUMOGA SOLEMNLY APPROACHES THE FLOATING, DARK ORB AND PLACES BOTH HANDS OVER ITS COLD SURFACE.

GREAT ROYGBIV: Now reveal to it your secret (Xnrene) name and your place in our world, Guardian Humoga...!

HUMOGA: I am Humov Gavaani (Rainbow of Dawn), Leader of the Next Generation of Great Guardians, Sacred Key Master of the Stipusee Kaq-Zu and...and Herald of The Vermilion Sunset! (Cosmic Armageddon)

THE FORMERLY DARK CRYSTAL IS SUDDENLY AGLOW, FLOODS THE ENTIRE INTERIOR OF THE BUILDING WITH AN INTRICATE DISPLAY OF DAZZLING LIGHTS AND SLIGHTLY DISORIENTS HUMOGA AS HE CONTINUES TO HOLD ON TO IT.

SAIF NIZMA: Excellent! The Heart of Innocence recognizes your celestial soul imprint, Guardian Humoga! Now tell us, what did you see within your mind's eye?

HUMOGA TRIES MOMENTARILY TO REGAIN HIS COMPOSURE WHILST KEEPING HIS HANDS FIRMLY ON TOP OF THE STUNNING BEACON

HUMOGA: I saw...a gleaming...endless...field of grass...crowned by the...sunniest clear blue sky...but without heat and...and three majestic rivers! Two of them...are on the surface...while the third one...is flowing underneath...the field...! It's...it's beautiful!

SUDDENLY AN AIR OF SADNESS FILLS THE AIR, SLOWLY AS THE MAYOR OF THE VALLEY CITY CAN BE SEEN GIVEN TO WEEPING BEFORE HIS SYMPATHETIC PEERS AND THE GUARDIAN BELOW HIM.

MAYOR ABRUZZESSE: (Sniffle) Praise...The...Almighty...! Forsooth...you've seen the...The Promised Land, Guardian Humoga! You...you truly are worthy...worthy of your...your place...within...our...grand scheme...of things...!

THE REMAINING TWO ARE ALSO GIVEN TO WEEPING AT THIS VERY MOMENT. HUMOGA INSTINCTIVELY LET GO OF THE GLEAMING BALL AND RETURNS TO HIS PLACE. THEN THE SADNESS SUDDENLY VANISHES AS QUICKLY AS IT CAME.

MAYOR ABRUZZESSE: (Sigh) I, Veksili Abruzzesse, Keeper of The Present, hereby vouch for Guardian Humoga Triakis, as the rightful Leader of The Great Guardians of The Universe...!

A BRIEF MOMENT OF SILENCE PASSES BY THE ENTIRE INTERIOR OF THE HALL.

MAYOR ABRUZZESSE: So what say you, my friends?

MAYOR ABRUZZESSE THEN TURNS TOWARDS THE ONE TO HIS LEFT.

GREAT ROYGBIV: I, Roygbiv Splifzoden The Third, Keeper of The Past, hereby affirms the right of Guardian Humoga Triakis to The Councilor's Chair...!

MAYOR ABRUZZESSE THEN TURNS TOWARDS THE ONE TO HIS RIGHT.

SAIF NIZMA: (Sigh) And I, Saif Nizma, the sole offspring of The Great Crystal Tower of Xunuarykta and The Heart-Shaped Sea, Guardian of XNROE and Keeper of The Future, henceforth gives my blessings and keys to all our kingdoms under heaven...to Guardian Humoga Triakis...!

THE THREE DISTINGUISHED OFFICIALS GESTURE AGREEABLY TOWARDS EACH OTHER FOR A BRIEF MOMENT.

MAYOR ABRUZZESSE: Thus the Holy Triumvirate are now in consensus! Now, do you accept our unanimous decision, Guardian Humoga?

HUMOGA TRIES DESPERATELY TO HOLD BACK HIS TEARS. THE GREAT SEER SMILES SERENELY WHEREAS SAIF NIZMA APPEARS SLIGHTLY WORRIED.

HUMOGA: (Sniffle) And as Ag...as...my sole witness...I...I...I accept!

THE SEATED TRIUMVIRATE BRIEFLY GIVE EACH OTHER A SATISFIED LOOK.

MAYOR ABRUZZESSE: Now swear your oath of office before us, Great Guardian Humoga Triakis! Swear it like you were made for it...!

HUMOGA DRIES HIS TEARS FOR ONE LAST TIME AS HIS DISCIPLINED AND DUTIFUL NATURE RETURNS.

HUMOGA: (Sigh) I swear under the watchful, benevolent eyes of my one and only God Ag, that I shall protect and serve this Holy Planet with my every breath, and I shall defend its immaculate honor and heavenly sanctity with every drop of my blood! I shall dedicate my whole life to its welfare and safety, and I would as soon give up my life than to leave it in the hands of those, who opposes its rightful existence within this universe!

SAIF NIZMA FLASHES A PRIDE-FILLED SMILE BEHIND HIS MASKED FACE. THE GREAT SEER SUDDENLY LOOKS SLIGHTLY CONCERNED WHEREAS THE MAYOR ACTS LIKE HE'S SCRUTINIZING HUMOGA'S EVERY WORD.

HUMOGA (CONTINUED): This I solemnly swear, under all the Divine Words of Ag Himself, as written in our one and only Holy Book Mirukta...!

THE TRIUMVIRATE DELIBERATES SLIGHTLY LONGER THIS TIME. HUMOGA IS UNDERSTANDABLY NERVOUS.

GREAT ROYGBIV: Rejoice, my friend! For you now have executive rights over our entire resources, for life!

THE LOOKS OF SURPRISE INUNDATED HUMOGA'S FACE AT THAT VERY MOMENT.

MAYOR ABRUZZESSE: And we shall obey your every command, whereas your counsel and guidance will forever be our priority!

HUMOGA FEELS HIS NERVOUSNESS SLOWLY MELTS AWAY AT THAT MOMENT. HIS FROWN TURNS INTO A SMILE.

SAIF NIZMA: Walk free now, my friend! For you came before us today as but a mere follower...and you will leave henceforth as our new champion...of freedom and justice!

HUMOGA COULD HARDLY CONTAINS HIMSELF. SAIF NIZMA SMILES YET AGAIN BEHIND HIS MASK WHILE HIS FELLOW COUNCIL MEMBERS REACT POSITIVELY IN THEIR OWN WAY.

HUMOGA: Thank you, exalted members of The Holy Triumvirate! I will take my leave now, if it pleases you all?

THE THREE DELEGATES GIVE EACH OTHER A VERY PLEASED LOOK.

SAIF NIZMA: Granted, Great Guardian Humoga Triakis!

SAIF NIZMA WILLINGLY STANDS UP AND GESTURES A SIGN OF RESPECT TOWARDS HUMOGA.

MAYOR ABRUZZESSE: We shall follow your progress with the greatest of interest!

MAYOR ABRUZZESSE GRACIOUSLY STANDS UP AND GESTURES AT HUMOGA HIS SIGN OF RESPECT.

GREAT ROYGBIV: And may we are not too late to reverse these coming dark tides...!

THE DESPONDENT SEER STANDS UP, TELEPORTS THE GLOWING CRYSTAL AWAY FROM THE MAGNIFICENT HALL AND GIVES HUMOGA HIS MARK OF RESPECT. A MOMENT OF SILENCE DESCENDS AS SOON AS THAT ORB DISAPPEARS FROM VIEW.

MAYOR ABRUZZESSE: (Sigh) This ceremony is concluded...!

EVERYONE PROMPTLY GESTURES A FAREWELL TO EACH OTHER BEFORE SLOWLY EXITING THAT OPULENT BUILDING. HUMOGA GIVES HIMSELF A SIGH OF MIXED FEELINGS AS SOON AS HE FINDS HIMSELF OUT ON THE STREETS, LOOKS BACK FOR A MOMENT AND THEN MAGICKALLY TELEPORTS HIMSELF FOR HOME, AS SUNSET PLEASANTLY GREETS THE CITY BEHIND ITS ORANGEY SHADES.

FADE OUT.

THE END.

"a tall building with a stained window in the middle of it"

[dustedmagazine]

Abronia—Map of Dawn (Cardinal Fuzz/Feeding Tube)

Map of Dawn by Abronia

Abronia is a psychedelic six-piece out of Portland, whose droning, ritual grooves conjure everything from Velvet Underground to Popul Vuh to Richard Bishop’s Arabian-influenced experiments. Centered, literally, on a huge drum set on its side (played by the one-named Shaver who has also been in Plankton Wat), the the band has a huge, blues-inflected, Eastern-shaded guitar sound, with two regular axes and a pedal steel played by Rick Pederosa. Keelin Mayer, who plays the saxophone and sings, is in some ways the band’s secret ingredient, adding wild sprays of reed and priestly incantations to the mix.

The band has been together since the mid-2010s and has two previous albums to its credit, The Whole of Each Eye from 2019 and Obsidian Visions/Shadowed Lands from 2017. Both share Map of Dawn’s emphasis on weighty, processional drumbeats, but the guitar work has grown subtler over time. Licks curl and frolic in opener “Night Hoarders.” Bent notes kick up a celebratory dust around the steady march of percussion and bass. And just as important, Mayer croons and wails like a prehistoric seer, finding a mystic center amid spiraling guitar work. 

Elsewhere Abronia exudes a trippy Americana vibe, in the acid spaghetti western “Games,” in which Pederosa’s pedal steel traces eerie jet trails of sound across against the sky. “What We Can See,” the single, lets the big drum rumble, finding a middle ground between an Appalachian barn dance and the mind-melting psychedelia of Ash Ra Tempel. “Wave of the Hand” starts a pensive cowboy-movie soundtrack, softly evoking the space and loneliness of wide-open horizons, but then it starts to gallop, heedless and headlong, and full of kinetic energy. “Invite Jeffrey Over” borrows Link Wray’s lick from “Rumble,” slowing it down and laying wandering threads of pedal steel over top.  

Map of Dawn pushes out into some very cosmic directions, playing with rhythm and structure like a country cousin of Sun Ra.  Still, it’s not the least bit inaccessible. Surf, blues, raga, jazz and rock slip in and out of the forefront, but the big drum keeps pounding, bringing everyone along for the ride. 

Jennifer Kelly

[sarunohadaki]

DQXI/Rapunzel Crossover

Crossover week: Home | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Previous fanart

Today is for a fic that I have actually been working on and off for recently. It’s called “Eleusine,” after a plant commonly known as goosegrass. (It’s supposed to be a clever nod to the fact that “Rapunzel” is an edible bellflower.) I am stubborn and wanted El to still be called “El,” and of the plants beginning with those two letters, well, goosegrass was on the list and actually has medicinal purposes, which is really good for its role here!

Okay, full disclosure, there’s a bit of love triangle foolery planned and it doesn’t end in a throuple so if that’s not your cuppa tea then… there’s your warning.

More under the cut for slightly less long but still long post, chapter one Saru fic spoilers, and spoilers for Rapunzel. Also, mention of Stockholm Syndrome.

Fic title: Eleusine

Relationships: Eleven/Faris, Eleven/Erik, Hendrik & Faris. (Obsidian is there too but prolly not important enough to be tagged?)

Premise: First off, the fic is set in Erdrea and borrows heavily from the movie and written fable of Rapunzel.

Queen Eleanor is sickly, and King Irwin orders his men to bring them something to help with the sickness. So, something something, yada yada, the men steal goosegrass from the witch Krystalinda’s garden. Krystalinda demands retribution for this, and the king and queen agree to serve their penance by relinquishing their firstborn.

On the day of El’s birth, Krystalinda arrives at the castle, but the Seer casts a spell on the newborn child and announces that the witch must return him to the castle before his eighteenth birthday, lest they both perish. Krystalinda isn’t totally jazzed about this agreement, but she doesn’t have much of a choice. She names the newborn Eleusine and whisks him away.

Check it out. You might not believe me, but in the original story, Rapunzel wasn’t even sentenced to the tower until she was twelve. (Which is still young, don’t get me wrong, but hopefully she had touched grass before then.) I imagine the same fate for El, which would mean he’s going to be in that tower for about six years.

A week before El’s birthday, the Drasilian king and queen invite dignitaries from across the world to visit in preparation for the grand welcoming of their son into society. No, they do not have any reassurance that El will indeed show up. Yes, they probably have attempted to find their son, but I assume Krystalinda had that tower magically warded up or something. Kind of jabs a hole into how the love interests find it, but that’s fiiiine.

Faris, prince of Gallopolis, is the first to encounter El after Faris tries riding Obsidian through the forest and gets bucked off. Faris wanders into a clearing and El invites him up so they can chat. El doesn’t get any visitors, so he is fine with this cute stranger hanging out.

Once Faris returns to the castle, it dawns on him whom he had just spoken with. I had plans to give El and Faris one more interaction to really solidify their crushes on each other and this idea that they’re gonna be together forever. I think in the second interaction, Faris tries to lead into conversation about leaving the tower, but El isn’t interested, and Faris doesn’t have the guts to press the issue. He decides instead to convince the king to send soldiers to the tower to retrieve El.

The problem with that plan? After Faris leaves for the second time, El has a conversation with Krystalinda that reinforces that Strangers Are Bad, then Erik shows up and destroys everything. Kidding. After some goading (and a cool horse), Erik convinces El to leave the tower. Drunk on the power of not being holed up into a tiny room anymore, El decides to spend just one day outside, although plans don’t really play out that way.

The Theme

The theme of this fic is about finding self-worth from inside, and not relying on someone else to validate you or tell you who you are meant to be.

For El, that lesson will be particularly hard to learn, because he has Stockholm Syndrome. Pulled from healthline.com, “It occurs when hostages or abuse victims bond with their captors or abusers. This psychological connection develops over the course of the days, weeks, months, or even years of captivity or abuse.”

Krystalinda tells El something, he believes it. I posted a six-sentence Sunday once where Erik’s breaking it to El that Krystalinda’s lying to him to keep him complacent, and El can’t fathom that.

However, the more time El spends outdoors and with other people, the more he’ll start to learn what it means to love someone and love yourself for who you are, not who someone else thinks you are.

Erik and Faris will go through their own plots too, and I actually have some very exciting stuff planned for Faris if I can get it wrangled together properly.

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Mel’s Big Fantasy Place-Name Reference

So I’ve been doing lots of D&D world-building lately and I’ve kind of been putting together lists of words to help inspire new fantasy place names. I figured I’d share. These are helpful for naming towns, regions, landforms, roads, shops, and they’re also probably useful for coming up with surnames. This is LONG. There’s plenty more under the cut including a huge list of “fantasy sounding” word-parts. Enjoy!

Towns & Kingdoms

town, borough, city, hamlet, parish, township, village, villa, domain

kingdom, empire, nation, country, county, city-state, state, province, dominion

Town Name End Words (English flavored)

-ton, -ston, -caster, -dale, -den, -field, -gate, -glen, -ham, -holm, -hurst, -bar, -boro, -by, -cross, -kirk, -meade, -moore, -ville, -wich, -bee, -burg, -cester, -don, -lea, -mer, -rose, -wall, -worth, -berg, -burgh, -chase, -ly, -lin, -mor, -mere, -pool. -port, -stead, -stow, -strath, -side, -way, -berry, -bury, -chester, -haven, -mar, -mont, -ton, -wick, -meet, -heim, -hold, -hall, -point

Buildings & Places

castle, fort, palace, fortress, garrison, lodge, estate, hold, stronghold, tower, watchtower, palace, spire, citadel, bastion, court, manor, house

altar, chapel, abbey, shrine, temple, monastery, cathedral, sanctum, crypt, catacomb, tomb

orchard, arbor, vineyard, farm, farmstead, shire, garden, ranch

plaza, district, quarter, market, courtyard, inn, stables, tavern, blacksmith, forge, mine, mill, quarry, gallows, apothecary, college, bakery, clothier, library, guild house, bath house, pleasure house, brothel, jail, prison, dungeon, cellar, basement, attic, sewer, cistern

lookout, post, tradepost, camp, outpost, hovel, hideaway, lair, nook, watch, roost, respite, retreat, hostel, holdout, redoubt, perch, refuge, haven, alcove, haunt, knell, enclave, station, caravan, exchange, conclave

port, bridge, ferry, harbor, landing, jetty, wharf, berth, footbridge, dam, beacon, lighthouse, marina, dockyard, shipyard

road, street, way, row, lane, trail, corner, crossing, gate, junction, waygate, end, wall, crossroads,  barrier, bulwark, blockade, pavilion, avenue, promenade, alley, fork, route

Time & Direction

North, South, East, West, up, down, side, rise, fall, over, under

Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn, solstice, equanox, vernal, ever, never

dusk, dawn, dawnrise, morning, night, nightfall, evening, sundown, sunbreak, sunset

lunar, solar, sun, moon, star, eclipse

Geographical Terms

Cave, cavern, cenote, precipice, crevasse, crater, maar, chasm, ravine, trench, rift, pit

Cliff, bluff, crag, scarp, outcrop, stack, tor, falls, run, eyrie, aerie

Hill, mountain, volcano, knoll, hillock, downs, barrow, plateau, mesa, butte, pike, peak, mount, summit, horn, knob, pass, ridge, terrace, gap, point, rise, rim, range, view, vista, canyon, hogback, ledge, stair, descent

Valley, gulch, gully, vale, dale, dell, glen, hollow, grotto, gorge, bottoms, basin, knoll, combe

Meadow, grassland, field, pasture, steppe, veld, sward, lea, mead, fell, moor, moorland, heath, croft, paddock, boondock, prairie, acre, strath, heights, mount, belt

Woodlands, woods, forest, bush, bower, arbor, grove, weald, timberland, thicket, bosk, copse, coppice, underbrush, hinterland, park, jungle, rainforest, wilds, frontier, outskirts

Desert, dunes, playa, arroyo, chaparral, karst, salt flats, salt pan, oasis, spring, seep, tar pit, hot springs, fissure, steam vent, geyser, waste, wasteland, badland, brushland, dustbowl, scrubland

Ocean, sea, lake, pond, spring, tarn, mere, sluice, pool, coast, gulf, bay

Lagoon, cay, key, reef, atoll, shoal, tideland, tide flat, swale, cove, sandspit, strand, beach

Snowdrift, snowbank, permafrost, floe, hoar, rime, tundra, fjord, glacier, iceberg

River, stream, creek, brook, tributary, watersmeet, headwater, ford, levee, delta, estuary, firth, strait, narrows, channel, eddy, inlet, rapids, mouth, falls

Wetland, marsh, bog, fen, moor, bayou, glade, swamp, banks, span, wash, march, shallows, mire, morass, quag, quagmire, everglade, slough, lowland, sump, reach

Island, isle, peninsula, isthmus, bight, headland, promontory, cape, pointe, cape

More under the cut including: Color words, Animal/Monster related words, Rocks/Metals/Gems list, Foliage, People groups/types, Weather/Environment/ Elemental words, Man-made Items, Body Parts, Mechanical sounding words, a huge list of both pleasant and unpleasant Atmospheric Descriptors, and a huge list of Fantasy Word-parts.

Color Descriptions

Warm: red, scarlet, crimson, rusty, cerise, carmine, cinnabar, orange, vermillion, ochre, peach, salmon, saffron, yellow, gold, lemon, amber, pink, magenta, maroon, brown, sepia, burgundy, beige, tan, fuchsia, taupe

Cool: green, beryl, jade, evergreen, chartreuse, olive, viridian, celadon, blue, azure, navy, cerulean, turquoise, teal, cyan, cobalt, periwinkle, beryl, purple, violet, indigo, mauve, plum

Neutral: gray, silver, ashy, charcoal, slate, white, pearly, alabaster, ivory, black, ebony, jet

dark, dusky, pale, bleached, blotchy, bold, dappled, lustrous, faded, drab, milky, mottled, opaque, pastel, stained, subtle, ruddy, waxen, tinted, tinged, painted

Animal / Monster-Related Words

Bear, eagle, wolf, serpent, hawk, horse, goat, sheep, bull, raven, crow, dog, stag, rat, boar, lion, hare, owl, crane, goose, swan, otter, frog, toad, moth, bee, wasp, beetle, spider, slug, snail, leech, dragonfly, fish, trout, salmon, bass, crab, shell, dolphin, whale, eel, cod, haddock

Dragon, goblin, giant, wyvern, ghast, siren, lich, hag, ogre, wyrm, kraken

Talon, scale, tusk, hoof, mane, horn, fur, feather, fang, wing, whisker, bristle, paw, tail, beak, claw, web, quill, paw, maw, pelt, haunch, gill, fin,

Hive, honey, nest, burrow, den, hole, wallow

Rocks / Metals / Minerals

Gold, silver, brass, bronze, copper, platinum, iron, steel, tin, mithril, electrum, adamantite, quicksilver, fool’s gold, titanium

Diamond, ruby, emerald, sapphire, topaz, opal, pearl, jade, jasper, onyx, citrine, aquamarine, turquoise, lapiz lazuli, amethyst, quartz, crystal, amber, jewel

Granite, shale, marble, limestone, sandstone, slate, diorite, basalt, rhyolite, obsidian, glass

Earth, stone, clay, sand, silt, salt, mote, lode, vein, ore, ingot, coal, boulder, bedrock, crust, rubble, pebble, gravel, cobble, dust, clod, peat, muck mud, slip, loam, dirt, grit, scree, shard, flint, stalactite/mite

Trees / Plants / Flowers

Tree, ash, aspen, pine, birch, alder, willow, dogwood, oak, maple, walnut,  chestnut, cedar, mahogany, palm, beech, hickory, hemlock, cottonwood, hawthorn, sycamore, poplar, cypress, mangrove, elm, fir, spruce, yew

Branch, bough, bramble, gnarl, burr, tangle, thistle, briar, thorn, moss, bark, shrub, undergrowth, overgrowth, root, vine, bracken, reed, driftwood, coral, fern, berry, bamboo, nectar, petal, leaf, seed, clover, grass, grain, trunk, twig, canopy, cactus, weed, mushroom, fungus

Apple, olive, apricot, elderberry, coconut, sugar, rice, wheat, cotton, flax, barley, hops, onion, carrot, turnip, cabbage, squash, pumpkin, pepper

Flower, rose, lavender, lilac, jasmine, jonquil, marigold, carnelian, carnation, goldenrod, sage, wisteria, dahlia, nightshade, lily, daisy, daffodil, columbine, amaranth, crocus, buttercup, foxglove, iris, holly, hydrangea, orchid, snowdrop, hyacinth, tulip, yarrow, magnolia, honeysuckle, belladonna, lily pad, magnolia

People

Settler, Pilgrim, Pioneer, Merchant, Prospector, Maker, Surveyor, Mason, Overseer, Apprentice, Widow, Sailor, Miner, Blacksmith, Butcher, Baker, Brewer, Barkeep, Ferryman, Hangman, Gambler, Fisherman, Adventurer, Hero, Seeker, Hiker, Traveler, Crone

Mage, Magician, Summoner, Sorcerer, Wizard, Conjurer, Necromancer, 

King, Queen, Lord, Count, Baron, Guard, Soldier, Knight, Vindicator, Merchant, Crusader, Imperator, Syndicate, Vanguard, Champion, Warden, Victor, Legionnaire, Master, Archer, Footman, Gladiator, Barbarian, Captain, Commodore, 

Beggar, Hunter, Ranger, Deadman, Smuggler, Robber, Swindler, Rebel, Bootlegger, Outlaw, Pirate, Brigand, Ruffian, Highwayman, Cutpurse, Thief, Assassin

God, Goddess, Exarch, Angel, Devil, Demon, Cultist, Prophet, Hermit, Seer

council, clergy, guild, militia, choir 

Climate, Environment, & The Elements

Cold, cool, brisk, frosty, chilly, icy, freezing, frozen, frigid, glacial, bitter, biting, bleak, arctic, polar, boreal, wintry, snowy, snow, blizzarding, blizzard, sleeting, sleet, chill, frost, ice, icebound, ice cap, floe, snowblind, frostbite, coldsnap, avalanche, snowflake

Hot, sunny, humid, sweltering, steaming, boiling, sizzling, blistering, scalding, smoking, caldescent, dry, parched, arid, fallow, thirsty, melting, molten, fiery, blazing, burning, charring, glowing, searing, scorching, blasted, sun, fire, heat, flame, wildfire, bonfire, inferno, coal, ash, cinder, ember, flare, pyre, tinder, kindling, aflame, alight, ablaze, lava, magma, slag,

Wet, damp, dank, soggy, sodden, soaked, drenched, dripping, sopping, briny, murky, rain, storm, hail, drizzle, sprinkle, downpour, deluge, squall, water, cloud, fog, mist, dew, puddle, pool, current, whirlpool, deep, depths, tide, waves, whitewater, waterfall, tidal wave, flow, flood, leak, drain

Wind, breeze, gust, billow, gail, draft, waft, zephyr, still, airy, clear, smokey, tempest, tempestuous, windswept, aerial, lofty, torrid, turbulent, nebulous, tradewind, thunder, lightning, spark, cyclone, tornado, whirlwind, hurricane, typhoon

Man-made Item Words

Furnace, forge, anvil, vault, strap, strip, whetstone, brick, sword, blade, axe, dagger, shield, buckler, morningstar, bow, quiver, arrow, polearm, flail, staff, stave, sheath, hilt, hammer, knife, helm, mantle, banner, pauldron, chainmail, mace, dart, cutlass, canon, needle, cowl, belt,  buckle, bandana, goggles, hood, boot, heel, spindle, spool, thread, sweater, skirt, bonnet, apron, leather, hide, plate, tunic, vest, satin, silk, wool, velvet, lace, corset, stocking, binding

Plow, scythe, (wheel) barrow, saddle, harrow, brand, collar, whip, leash, lead, bridle, stirrup, wheel, straw, stall, barn, hay, bale, pitchfork, well, log, saw, lumber, sod, thatch, mortar, brick, cement, concrete, pitch, pillar, window, fountain, door, cage, spoke, pole, table, bench, plank, board

Candle, torch, cradle, broom, lamp, lantern, clock, bell, lock, hook, trunk, looking glass, spyglass, bottle, vase, locket, locker, key, handle, rope, knot, sack, pocket, pouch, manacle, chain, stake, coffin, fan. cauldron, kettle, pot, bowl, pestle, oven, ladle, spoon, font, wand, potion, elixir, draught, portal, book, tome, scroll, word, manuscript, letter, message, grimoire, map, ink, quill, pen, cards, dice

Coin, coronet, crown, circlet, scepter, treasure, riches, scales, pie, tart, loaf, biscuit, custard, caramel, pudding, porridge, stew, bread, tea, gravy, gristle, spice, lute, lyre, harp, drum, rouge, powder, perfume, brush

bilge, stern, pier, sail, anchor, mast, dock, deck, flag, ship, boat, canoe, barge, wagon, sled, carriage, buggy, cart

Wine, brandy, whiskey, ale, moonshine, gin, cider, rum, grog, beer, brew, goblet, flagon, flask, cask, tankard, stein, mug, barrel, stock, wort, malt

Body Parts

Head, throat, finger, foot, hand, neck, shoulder, rib, jaw, eye, lips, bosom

Skull, spine, bone, tooth, heart, blood, tears, gut, beard

Mechanical-Sounding Words

cog, fuse, sprocket, wrench, screw, nail, bolt, lever, pulley, spanner, gear, spring, shaft, switch, button, cast, pipe, plug, dial, meter, nozzle, cord, brake, gauge, coil, oil, signal, wire, fluke, staple, clamp, bolt, nut, bulb, patch, pump, cable, socket

torque, force, sonic, spark, fizzle, thermal, beam, laser, steam, buzz, mega, mecha, electro, telsa, power, flicker, charge, current, flow, tinker

Atmospheric Words

Unpleasant, Dangerous, Threatening

(nouns) death, fury, battle, scar, shadow, razor, nightmare, wrath, bone, splinter, peril, war, riptide, strife, reckoning, sorrow, terror, deadwood, nether, venom, grime, rage, void, conquest, pain, folly, revenge, horrid, mirk, shear, fathom, frenzy, corpselight/marshlight, reaper, gloom, doom, torment, torture, spite, grizzled, sludge, refuse, spore, carrion, fear, pyre, funeral, shade, beast, witch, grip, legion, downfall, ruin, plague, woe, bane, horde, acid, fell, grief, corpse, mildew, mold, miter, dirge

(adjectives) dead, jagged, decrepit, fallen, darkened, blackened, dire, grim, feral, wild, broken, desolate, mad, lost, under, stagnant, blistered, derelict, forlorn, unbound, sunken, fallow, shriveled, wayward, bleak, low, weathered, fungal, last, brittle, sleepy, -strewn, dusky, deserted, empty, barren, vacant, forsaken, bare, bereft, stranded, solitary, abandoned, discarded, forgotten, deep, abysmal, bottomless, buried, fathomless,unfathomable, diseased, plagued, virulent, noxious, venomous, toxic, fetid, revolting, putrid, rancid, foul, squalid, sullied, vile, blighted, vicious, ferocious, dangerous, savage, cavernous, vast, yawning, chasmal, echoing, dim, dingy, gloomy, inky, lurid, shaded, shadowy, somber, sunless, tenebrous, unlit, veiled, hellish, accursed, sulfurous, damned, infernal, condemned, doomed, wicked, sinister, dread, unending, spectral, ghostly, haunted, eldritch, unknown, weary, silent, hungry, cloven, acidic

(verb/adverbs): wither (withering / withered), skulk (skulking), whisper, skitter, chitter, sting, slither, writhe, gape, screech, scream, howl, lurk, roil, twist, shift, swarm, spawn, fester, bleed, howl, shudder, shrivel, devour, swirl, maul, trip, smother, weep, shatter, ruin, curse, ravage, hush, rot, drown, sunder, blister, warp, fracture, die, shroud, fall, surge, shiver, roar, thunder, smolder, break, silt, slide, lash, mourn, crush, wail, decay, crumble, erode, decline, reek, lament, taint, corrupt, defile, poison, infect, shun, sigh, sever, crawl, starve, grind, cut, wound, bruise, maim, stab, bludgeon, rust, mutilate, tremble, stumble, fumble, clank, clang

Pleasant, Safe, Neutral

(nouns) spirit, luck, soul, oracle, song, sky, smile, rune, obelisk, cloud, timber, valor, triumph, rest, dream, thrall, might, valiance, glory, mirror, life, hope, oath, serenity, sojourn, god, hearth, crown, throne, crest, guard, rise, ascent, circle, ring, twin, vigil, breath, new, whistle, grasp, snap, fringe, threshold, arch, cleft, bend, home, fruit, wilds, echo, moonlight, sunlight, starlight, splendor, vigilance, honor, memory, fortune, aurora, paradise, caress

(adjectives) gentle, pleasant, prosperous, peaceful, sweet, good, great, mild, grand, topic, lush, wild, abundant, verdant, sylvan, vital, florid, bosky, callow, verdurous, lucious, fertile, spellbound, captivating, mystical, hidden, arcane, clandestine, esoteric, covert, cryptic, runic, otherworldly, touched, still, fair, deep, quiet, bright, sheer, tranquil, ancient, light, far, -wrought, tidal, royal, shaded, swift, true, free, high, vibrant, pure, argent, hibernal, ascendant, halcyon, silken, bountiful, gilded, colossal, massive, stout, elder, -bourne, furrowed, happy, merry, -bound, loud, lit, silk, quiet, bright, luminous, shining, burnished, glossy, brilliant, lambent, lucent, lustrous, radiant, resplendent, vivid, vibrant, illuminated, silvery, limpid, sunlit, divine, sacred, holy, eternal, celestial, spiritual, almighty, anointed, consecrated, exalted, hallowed, sanctified, ambrosial, beatific, blissful, demure, naked, bare, ample, coy,  deific, godly, omnipotent, omnipresent, rapturous, sacramental, sacrosanct, blessed, majestic, iridescent, glowing, overgrown, dense, hard, timeless, sly, scatter, everlasting, full, half, first, last

(verb/adverbs) arch (arching / arched), wink (winking), sing, nestle, graze, stroll, roll, flourish, bloom, bud, burgeon, live, dawn, hide, dawn, run, pray, wake, laugh, wake, glimmer, glitter, drift, sleep, tumble, bind, arch, blush, grin, glister, beam, meander, wind, widen, charm, bewitch, enthrall, entrance, enchant, allure, beguile, glitter, shimmer, sparkle twinkle, crest, quiver, slumber, herald, shelter, leap, click, climb, scuttle, dig, barter, chant, hum, chime, kiss, flirt, tempt, tease, play, seduce

Generic “Fantasy-Sounding” Word Parts

A - D

aaz, ada, adaer, adal, adar, adbar, adir, ae, ael, aer, aern, aeron, aeryeon, agar, agis, aglar, agron, ahar, akan, akyl, al, alam, alan, alaor, ald, alea, ali, alir, allyn, alm, alon, alor, altar, altum, aluar, alys, amar, amaz, ame, ammen, amir, amol, amn, amus, anar, andor, ang, ankh, ar, ara, aram, arc, arg, arian, arkh, arla, arlith, arn, arond, arthus, arum, arvien, ary, asha, ashyr, ask, assur, aster, astra, ath, athor, athra, athryn, atol, au, auga, aum, auroch, aven, az, azar, baal, bae, bael, bak, bal, balor, ban, bar, bara, barr, batol, batar, basir, basha, batyr, bel, belph, belu, ben, beo, bere, berren, berun, besil, bezan, bhaer, bhal, blask, blis, blod, bor, boraz, bos, bran, brath, braun, breon, bri, bry, bul, bur, byl, caer, cal, calan, cara, cassa, cath, cela, cen, cenar, cerul, chalar, cham, chion, cimar, clo, coram, corel, corman, crim, crom, daar, dach, dae, dago, dagol, dahar, dala, dalar, dalin, dam, danas, daneth, dannar, dar, darian,  darath, darm, darma, darro, das, dasa, dasha, dath, del, delia, delimm, dellyn, delmar, delo, den, dess, dever, dhaer, dhas, dhaz, dhed, dhin, din, dine, diar, dien, div, djer, dlyn, dol, dolan, doon, dora, doril, doun, dral, dranor, drasil, dren, drian, drien, drin, drov, druar, drud, duald, duatha, duir, dul, dulth, dun, durth, dyra, dyver,

E - H

ea, eber, eden, edluk, egan, eiel, eilean, ejen, elath, eld, eldor, eldra, elith emar, ellesar, eltar, eltaran, elth, eltur, elyth, emen, empra, emril, emvor, ena, endra, enthor, erad, erai, ere, eriel, erith, erl, eron, erre, eryn, esk, esmel, espar, estria, eta, ethel, eval, ezro, ezan, ezune, ezil, fael, faelar, faern, falk, falak, farak, faril, farla, fel, fen, fenris, fer, fet, fin, finar, forel, folgun, ful, fulk, fur, fyra, fallon, gael, gach, gabir, gadath, gal, galar, gana, gar, garth, garon, garok, garne, gath, geir, gelden, geren,  geron, ghal, ghallar, ghast, ghel, ghom, ghon, gith, glae, glander, glar, glym, gol, goll, gollo, goloth, gorot, gost, goth, graeve, gran, grimm, grist, grom, grosh, grun, grym, gual, guil, guir, gulth, gulur, gur, gurnth, gwaer, haa, hael, haer, hadar, hadel, hakla, hala, hald, halana, halid, hallar, halon, halrua, halus, halvan, hamar, hanar, hanyl, haor, hara, haren, haresk, harmun, harrokh, harrow, haspur, haza, hazuth, heber,  hela, helve, hem, hen, herath, hesper, heth, hethar, hind, hisari, hjaa, hlath, hlond, hluth, hoarth, holtar, horo, hotun, hrag, hrakh, hroth, hull, hyak, hyrza

I - M

iibra, ilth, ilus, ilira, iman, imar, imas, imb, imir, immer, immil, imne, impil, ingdal, innar, ir, iriae, iril, irith, irk, irul, isha, istis, isil, itala, ith, ithal, itka, jada, jae, jaeda, jahaka, jala, jarra, jaro, jath, jenda, jhaamm, jhothm, jinn, jinth, jyn, kado, kah, kal, kalif, kam, kana, kara, karg, kars, karth, kasp, katla, kaul, kazar, kazr, kela, kelem, kerym, keth, keva, kez, kezan, khaer, khal, khama, khaz, khara, khed, khel, khol, khur, kil, kor, korvan, koll, kos, kir, kra, kul, kulda, kund, kyne, lae, laen, lag, lan, lann, lanar, lantar, lapal, lar, laran, lareth, lark, lath, lauth, lav, lavur, lazar, leih, leshyr, leth, lhaza, lhuven, liad, liam, liard, lim, lin, lirn, lisk, listra, lith, liya, llair, llor, lok, lolth, loran, lorkh, lorn, loth, lothen, luen, luir, luk, lund, lur, luth, lyndus, lyra, lyth, maal, madrasm maera, maer, maerim, maes, mag, magra, mahand, mal, malar, mald, maldo, mar, mara, mark, marl, maru, maruk, meir, melish, memnon, mer, metar, methi, mhil, mina, mir, miram, mirk, mista, mith, moander, mok, modir, modan, mon, monn, mor, more, morel, moril, morn, moro, morrow, morth, mort, morum, morven, muar, mul, mydra, myr, myra, myst

N - S

naar, nadyra, naedyr, naga, najar, nal, naal, nalir, nar, naruk, narbond, narlith, narzul, nasaq, nashkel, natar, nath, natha, neir, neth, nether, nhall, nikh, nil, nilith, noan, nolvurm nonthal, norda, noro, novul, nul, nur, nus, nyan, nyth, ober, odra, oghr, okoth, olleth, olodel, omgar, ondath, onthril, ordul, orish, oroch, orgra, orlim, ormath, ornar, orntath, oroch, orth, orva, oryn, orzo, ostel, ostor, ostrav, othea, ovar, ozod, ozul, palan, palad, pae, peldan, pern, perris, perim, pele, pen, phail, phanda, phara, phen, phendra, pila, pinn, pora, puril, pur, pyra, qadim, quar, quel, ques, quil, raah, rael, ran, ranna, rassil, rak, rald, rassa, reddan, reith, relur, ren, rendril, resil, reska, reth, reven, revar, rhy, rhynn, ria, rian, rin, ris, rissian, rona, roch, rorn, rora, rotha, rual, ruar, ruhal, ruil, ruk, runn, rusk, ryn, saa, saar, saal, sabal, samar, samrin, sankh, sar, sarg, sarguth, sarin, sarlan, sel, seld, sember, semkh, sen, sendrin, septa, senta, seros, shaar, shad, shadra, shae, shaen, shaera, shak, shalan, sham, shamath, shan, shana, sharan, shayl, shemar, shere, shor, shul, shyll, shyr, sidur, sil, silvan, sim, sintar, sirem, skar, skell, skur, skyr, sokol, solan, sola, somra, sor, ssin, stel, strill, suldan, sulk, sunda, sur, surkh, suth, syl, sylph, sylune, syndra, syth

T - Z

taak, taar, taer, tah, tak, tala, talag, talar, talas, talath, tammar, tanar, tanil, tar, tara, taran, tarl, tarn, tasha, tath, tavil, telar, teld, telf, telos, tempe, tethy, tezir, thaar, thaer, thal, thalag, thalas, thalan, thalar, thamor, thander, thangol, thar, thay, thazal, theer, theim, thelon, thera, thendi, theril, thiir, thil, thild, thimir, thommar, thon, thoon, thor, thran, thrann, threl, thril, thrul, thryn, thuk, thultan, thume, thun, thy, thyn, thyr, tir, tiras, tirum, tohre, tol, tolar, tolir,  tolzrin, tor, tormel, tormir, traal, triel, trith, tsath, tsur, tul, tur, turiver, turth, tymor, tyr, uder, udar, ugoth, uhr, ukh, ukir, uker, usten, ulgarth, ulgoth, ultir, ulur, umar, umath, umber, unara, undro, undu, untha, upir, ur, ursa, ursol, uron, uth, uthen, uz, van, vaar, vaelan, vaer, vaern, val valan, valash, vali, valt, vandan, vanede, vanrak, var, varyth, vassa, vastar, vaunt, vay, vel, velar, velen, velius, vell, velta, ven, veren, vern, vesper, vilar, vilhon, vintor, vir, vira, virdin, volo, volun, von, voon, vor, voro, vos, vosir, vosal, vund, war, wara, whel, wol, wynn, wyr, wyrm, xer, xul, xen, xian, yad, yag, yal, yar, yath, yeon, yhal, yir, yirar, yuir, yul, yur, zail, zala, zalhar, zan, zanda, zar, zalar, zarach, zaru, zash, zashu, zemur, zhent, zim, ziram, zindala, zindar, zoun, zul, zurr, zuth, zuu, zym

A lot of places are named after historical events, battles, and people, so keep that in mind. God/Goddess names tied to your world also work well. Places are also often named after things that the area is known for, like Georgia being known for its peaches.

My brain was fried by the end of this so feel free to add more!

I hope you find this reference helpful and good luck world-building!

-Mel

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Working Title?

Once, a boy bloodied and beaten had come before a resplendent knight of brilliant silver. His eyes were beset by a beautiful image of a woman clad in plated armor and silks never before seen. Countless designs were woven into this silken fabric whilst the shimmering onyx armor seemed to be engraved with gentle gold. There were tales that entranced many a traveler that came before this knight of silver, onyx and gold. Yet for all the boy's suffering, this knight of silver made no move to speak nor tend to his wounds. Instead, a death mask of sorrowful expression looked upon him. Through the emptiness of this masks eyes, he could see eyes which knew all that stood before her.

There was a tale that the boy remembered of this shimmering knight that now stood before him. She was not as he was, born of this world for her beginning had never truly happened. Here, before this knight, he felt fear born for his own life, even as the statuesque figure made no true move. Instead, the wind blew harshly against her back, causing what fabric that was loose to take to the air. He was surrounded by cloth and a scent that made him dream of home.

Unlike he who came before her, she held no beginning, no middle and no true end. Just as this boy now bled upon the cold, harsh rock an end was swiftly approaching. A terrible thing to truly behold for this knight, regardless of how noble, was to watch the death of this young boy. With an armored hand of silver resting on the haft of a weapon that towered over her, she watched on as the boy stumbled back. He knew what feeling that she invoked within his waning soul.

She, was death.

His breath was shallow and his vision faded while all around him grew to darkness and the truth was stripped away. He was surrounded by daemons born of pleasure, ambition, rage and disease. Yet as the truth was shown to him, this armored figure remained ever so still as light spilled from her figure and cast the color of the sun upon the ground. For what surrounded them were twisted mountains and crumbling stone whilst the sounds of laughing gods surrounded them. He believed that even she could see these beasts that surrounded them in this harsh, cold and hellish place. There was little left to doubt that what stood before him was some figure of death but unlike the whispers that surrounded him, there were no promises to make. Instead, this knight stood solemnly still and cast an empty gaze down upon him.

Within the darkness of her helm, he could feel a gaze yet unseen rest upon him. There are tears that pull at his soul as the darkness closes around them while the very ground becomes warped and tainted. She is death whilst those around him seek only to corrupt him, to use him. It is through this realization that he sees into the eyes of that mask of death.

Silver. Her eyes were silver and through that he saw the antlers which sprout from her head and how they gleamed in this fading light. They were as the Elk from old Terra, a forgotten beast from such a distant age and yet their shape reminded him of home. They glittered as his fading vision could pick out the gems encrusted into the metal. He could see the faintly visible chains of black gold strewn across such beautiful antlers and yet there was unease within his heart. The darkness closed around them further and the whispering touch of that which surrounded them invaded his own thoughts.

The boy only looks upon the knight of silver that stands before him wondering why she, like the others, does not whisper to him. His thoughts soon drift away from death and dare to hope that she might save him but instead looks to the knight's death mask and despair begins to overtake him. He sees its expression as it looks down upon him for it was one that he saw written upon his mother's face when she was taken. Despair. This figure was not here to save him, how could he be so foolish? All of the stories of this mythical figure of home... she was no savior but rather something worse.

“You've come to kill me.” The child speaks with a tone of understandable hurt.

His cries echo through the very tundra they stood upon. His panicked voice easily overpowered the whispering of what daemons remained to possess the boy and already corruption had dawned upon him. What dark seed had been planted now took root. It fed from despair and from that despair a world had died.

“You think you can kill me?” The boy shouts angrily, his face distorting and from his wounds spilled tentacles of scaled skin.

The knight of silver still made no move to engage this child before her and yet instead watched the transformation from mere human to that of spawn. Eyes of silver watched beneath the death mask and memories of words spoken by seers dwell within her mind. There was little to be done for this child save for the end that was befitting of those who knelt before the altar of primordial powers. She was solemn in this duty given to her by the shades that called her to action. She knew not why they had called them to this land as it had been touched by corruption born of darker wills. She could not halt the advance, even when she had slain so many before this child.

She could not help but look upon this grotesque parody of man and feel an ache deep within her heart as her mind steeled itself. This knight of silver, she cared for those whom she slaughtered and through that she had earned the name of Knight.

So came to fruition one of many promises and prophecies.

As this spawn of evil shifted and tore itself apart whilst revealing the true nature of its corruption, she prepared herself from a battle that would shatter the ground beneath. This place needed to cleansed in order to save others from the same fate. Through that, the will of the seers would be done and this silver Knight would go on to greater tasks of similar undertaking.

“I've not the heart to speak to you.” She speaks, her voice soft and hushed. Yet within it is the resolve to destroy an entire country. She yearns to say more but to speak to this creature would be to talk of distant home. Ancient Terra, a world destroyed by their own actions. “I've not the will to tolerate conversation with your kind. To make me witness the death of my people twice over, forgiveness is not something I hold for you or your kind.”

“Traitor.” It whispers back, finally hearing her voice.

The very word, when spoken, shook the ground, splitting the cold tundra apart as magma rushed from the divides. Where cold met hot, violent explosions of frigid air mixing in with pyroclastic blasts rushed across the tundra. Yet this Knight did not move in the face of such things, rather, she weathered through the blasts as she had before. She inhales, taking in the corrupted air and tasting what blood mist still remained in light of so many sacrifices. The voices of daemons then crowd her thoughts like petulent children yearning for her voice once more as though it were some form of... liquor. Where others might have raged, she did not and instead stood solemn in the face of such distortion.

Her hand tightens upon the haft of a polearm that gleamed in the darkness. Its blood soaked edge casting a painful light upon the daemons that surged from the boiling and bubbling pools of magma. It was clear why the ground so close to her had been brilliantly white. There was a cleansing fire that cast from the edge of this ax like blade and washed over what beasts rushed towards her. The Knight had finally decided to make her move as her first step was thunderous. As her silver boot descended onto the ground, ice and stone splintered and burst from the mere act of moving. A heart beat later, she had vanished in a burst of movement that stretched beyond the reach of sound.

She was a blinding blur of silver, black and gold as she thrust her blade forward into the darkness. A wave of crackling white flame roared into existence and washed over the minions of darkness that sought to end her. Where whispering had once lingered, now only screams ensued. Yet despite these cries of pain, she continued forward as she avoided the mass of bladed limbs that had once been the child. Side stepping and rushing forward, she brought her halberd about in a wide arc that cut through the darkness, leaving trails of brilliant light in the wake of fire. Another step had brought speed to her movements once more as a bladed limb met her actions. Hardened bone and obsidian met the edge of her silver halberd in a clash that unleashed both dark magic and cleansing flame.

Corruption spread further from the impact, spawning imp like daemons and other creatures made from nonsensical shapes. She ducked low to avoid one of the scaled tentacles and drove the tip of her haberd into the ground, releasing a gout of magma into the face of this spawn. As the beast faltered back, she pressed the attack with the same ferocity she had before. Her steps splintered ice and shattered stone in a wave of debris that violated reality. A battle reminiscent of Old Terra now dawned on the surface of a new world.

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( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) pt 4/1 - Steadfast

Haha, I just recently realized that when this post is viewed on the blog it makes the lenny face look like the eyebrows are stabbing the eyes. Accurate.

If anyone’s curious, this is part of an ongoing series of fics about Redwall Hell and its characters. Here is part one, part two, and part three. I really need to catalog these fics since there are so many now.

Somebody *cough cough @thegoldensoundtwice cough* really needed to know about Nivedita’s fighting style... and well how about this? She’s first up in our Redwall Hell unofficial tournament! @raphcrow I hope this pleases you, my queen~

We last left our intrepid babes facing off against the Great Vulpuz himself, but not one to be outdone, the ruler of Hellgates has sent Nivedita and Willow Slay off to fight his lackeys while he gets the Lady all to himself. Smooth move, Vulpuz. Don’t mess this one up.

Do enjoy Redwall Hell: The Anime pt 4.1 - Nivedita vs. the Mask of Malkariss. There is a reason nobeast in hell will cross the Lady’s esteemed right paw, as one unfortunate creature is about to find out.

Here is Nivedita’s theme. Feel free to peruse this translation of the lyrics, for they describe her well. Also, here is the theme for when her shadow rises. How deep the wellsprings of mercy that dwell within her, but if ownage is what you seek... through her, it will find you.

Man I love this AU.

Moments after she had stepped forth into the darkness, Nivedita found herself on the pebbled shores of the black sea of Hellgates. In front of her the dark, frothy waters churned ceaselessly, lapping against the smooth-worn bellies of the dozens upon dozens of gargantuan obsidian boulders scattered across the broad beach like a seer’s divining implements. The pale sun of Hellgates had nearly completed its laborious trek across the sky; it hung suspended just above the expanse of the sea, casting its sickly light over the water’s agitated surface and bathing the area in varying shades of crimson. The obnoxious, salty stench of the surf ruthlessly assaulted the female rat’s nostrils as she gazed at the creature she had chosen to confront.

Framed by the eerie, bulbous sphere of the weary sun sinking into the sea, a polecat stood silently before her, the blood-red waves swirling about his unshod footpaws. Upon his face he wore a half mask of honed white marble, the jagged edge of the mask rearing up above the crown of his head. Nivedita could make out a series of curious patterns carved into it. In one paw he held the thonged whip with which he had threatened the Lady, and in the other was a long prodding spear, of the kind typically used by slavers to keep their wretched charges in line. A soft tinkling sounded when the wind surreptitiously moved the fringe of his chain mail tunic. The strange polecat regarded Nivedita without speaking, his lip curled in a gesture of derision beneath the bottom edge of the mask.

“I am deeply disappointed,” he said finally, the deepness of his voice carrying over the alternating crash and hiss of the surf. “Do you not remember me, concubine?”

Nivedita stiffened. Something dark and heavy stirred deep within her soul and she frowned, staring quizzically at the masked polecat.

“Forgive me, but I’m afraid I’m not sure I know you.” Nivedita offered him a polite curtsy. “Have you come to the Lady’s nightclub before?” she inquired.

Chuckling, the polecat shook his head. “Silly girl, I have never been within a league of the usurper’s indulgent nest. I knew you before, when you were just a frightened slave rat eagerly willing to do all within your power to keep everybeast around you out from under the harsh stroke of the whip.” He paused to study her closely. “What has happened to you? How fierce and terrible you appeared that night, your tortured soul dripping with infinite will and purpose! Whence has the fire fled? Has that vixen truly succeeded in transforming you into a shadow of yourself?” Taking a step forward, the polecat gestured with the point of his spear, indicating her entire body. “Did you forfeit the power I saw once, so long ago? Did the vixen wrest it from you, to claim it as her own? Where is the black knife that struck down the one who paved the way for my kingdom, whose blade scintillated joyfully in the light of the torches of the horde?”

Nivedita’s eyes grew wide, the realization of the meaning of his words dawning upon her. She regarded him with thinly veiled agitation, an uncharacteristic sharpness in her tone when she spoke, “I do not know how you came by this knowledge of me, but I would ask that you stop speaking of that night at once. I no longer wish to remember it.”

The masked polecat seemed to consider her request. Without warning he hurled himself forward, jabbing with the prodding spear. Thinking quickly, Nivedita turned to one side, the spearpoint whooshing harmlessly past her shoulder. She narrowed her eyes and raised her right arm, just in time to receive a lashing from the polecat’s whip as he pivoted on his footpaws, striking at her with the cruel weapon. Nivedita gritted her teeth at the pain, forcing her left footpaw to receive the brunt of her body weight as she retreated out of the polecat’s reach. He began to circle her, his eyes glittering from within the confines of his mask.

“I was there, concubine,” he rasped, the mask failing to muffle the reluctant awe in his voice. “I was there when, in the same breath, you both hailed and cursed our master. I was there when he knelt to receive you, and when he reeled from the murderous blow you dealt him. I was there, rat, when you clothed yourself in his blood and committed his foul corpse to the depths of the earth! Not a soul in the entire horde dared to stand against him, and yet—! You! You, an insignificant trull, struck down his mightiness even as he lounged casually on the proverbial throne of the height of his reign!”

Whirling, the polecat dealt Nivedita a series of swift blows with his spear and whip. She did her best to dodge, ducking and weaving as fast as the mangled side of her body would allow. He watched her struggle to avoid his attacks, frustration and confusion evident in the sloppy nature of his movements. Panting with exertion, the polecat skipped backwards, surveying the new injuries he had inflicted upon her with obvious annoyance.

“Why?!” he snarled, jabbing in her direction with the spear. “Why do you not fight back? Return the pain and suffering to me, blow for blow, gash for gash! Where is your ferocity? Your hatred? Your bitterness and loathing? Where are the indelible emotions that gave you the strength to slay our master?”

Nivedita rubbed the sweat off her nosetip with the back of a paw, wincing as her whiskers brushed against the angry, glowing gashes on her arm. She stared levelly at the polecat, a faraway look in her glimmering eyes.

“You must understand, I let them go when I…” her thoughtful voice faltered. Nivedita’s gaze strayed out over the black sea, taking in the raw beauty of the hellish sunset. “You’re right,” she continued softly. “That anger and hatred once had power over me, but no more. I released them when I forgave him for what he did to the ones I loved… and for what he did to me.”

The polecat’s mouth was agape. “You… you foolish girl!” he snarled. “You willfully gave up the source of your power just to feel better about your miserable past? All that righteous fury you bore was for nothing? Nothing?!”

Furious, the polecat struck out at her with his whip, the stinging barbs catching and tearing off bits of her fur and flesh. Again and again he beat her, bringing the whip down upon her upraised arm with increasing ferocity. Nivedita bore the onslaught without moving, her eyes burning into his as he unleashed a rage born of incredulity.

“How?! How could you just throw away an awesome wellspring of power? Not even our master could stand in your way… and you gave it up! Fool! You could have found immense favor in the eyes of the Great Vulpuz, but instead you grovel at the footpaws of that ragged vixen, playing the games of babes with the rest of the rabble of Hellgates and that traitor mink! How can you stand to linger amongst such rubbish and filth? Don’t you understand you are only titivating their feckless souls, adorning worthless baubles with value they do not deserve? They are nothing to you, and yet you leave your strength in the dust to be with them! Rash! You have wasted your—”

Nivedita had heard enough. She had been monitoring the progress of his assault, biding her time as each wild blow brought him ever closer to her. Finally, the opportune moment arrived. She swung her arm in a wide circle as he brought the whip down for another stroke, and the thongs of the whip entangled themselves in her claws. She tugged fiercely on the weapon, causing him to lose his balance and stumble forwards.  With their faces nearly touching, Nivedita smiled wistfully up into the polecat’s shocked eyes.

“I am sorry you think my greatest strength was born from my hatred and anger,” she murmured, odd hints of lingering gratitude in her voice. “You are wrong. I learned of my own strength through forgiveness. Everything I am I owe to those who helped re-shape my heart, bringing me to a place where I could forgive. It is because of love that I fight you now, and it is because of love that I am more powerful than you.”

The sound of a mighty exhale interrupted her. An enormous paw descended from the air above Nivedita, its gargantuan bulk momentarily hovering around the polecat’s head. A barely audible squeak escaped between his lips as the paw gripped his torso and squeezed none too gently. The whip and prodding spear fell forgotten upon the strand as the polecat was lifted bodily off the ground, forced to come face to face with a nightmarish beast. Its features wreathed in shadow, all he could see was a pair of fiery red eyes, twin pools of unquenchable flame. The shape of the monster seemed to pulse and fluctuate, the darkness beneath its eyes parting to reveal a gaping maw lined with saw-like fangs. A globule of foul-smelling phlegm dripped from between the beast’s teeth, splattering across the polecat’s mask. The unfortunate vermin’s nerve completely deserted him.

“N-no… how can… how can this be? I understand, I understand! You are still strong!” he cried, his voice hollow with desperation. “P-please! Don’t let the slavemaster devour me!”

The great beast bowed, bringing its forehead to rest against the polecat’s mask. For one breathless moment, only the sound of the wind and waves could be heard. A low rumbling noise heralded the slavemaster’s stirring, and a terrible roar ripped from its throat, splintering the marble mask into a thousand jagged shards. Drawing its arm back, the monster cloaked in darkness hefted the polecat as though he was naught but a stone unearthed by the tide. With a powerful heave, the slavemaster hurled the polecat far out into the sea, echoes of the vermin’s scream ricocheting off the boulders on the beach even after he had disappeared from sight. Nivedita sighed, turning to glance at her protector with brows upraised.

“You are getting very good at that, but I wish you wouldn’t throw them quite so far,” she admonished gently.

The beast moaned, a guttural cry that culminated in a gurgling trill of contentment somewhat akin to laughter. Gradually, he bent down to Nivedita’s level, nuzzling her with the rough affection of one who is unsure how to mindfully handle his own bulk. She embraced and rubbed his proffered head with infinite tenderness even as his body began to shrink, his immense form merging with the contours of her shadow.

“Thank you for protecting me,” she whispered. “I love you, my son.”

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little osivyel sketch i did yesterday!!! it's kinda shit bc i did it on my computer but WHATEVER i'm proud of it!!

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i know i promised myself i wouldn't post wips, but i'm really proud of myself for this one!! this is actually a pretty small detail in the upcoming drawing, but it's also the focus O.O

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Current wip :D sorry for not posting for a while, I sorta forgot about this blog lol. But I will try to post at least once a week!!

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I’m slowly etching away at him… my wonderful incomprehensible son

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A little Xynn drawing :)

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Some birds I drew when I was bored.

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Atlas moth. Referenced from https://pin.it/5hMavXxK9