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Varidia

I'll be uploading my WIP here, first time using this site, still under heavy editing, but I no longer care

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Some outdated art from an abandoned pocket book

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first character designs of Blackbell Sisters, bonus concept art, and the first Blue Notebook

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Confused, yet still high on adrenaline and fear he tried plunging the blade into the creature's stomach. The sword didn't cut through cleanly as it usually did. The hero had to dig and twist the rusted piece of metal deep enough to kill. The scream that came from the beast made the hero hesitate before pulling out his dripping weapon.

If it was a monster, why did it cry? Why did their pain sound so human?

The Hero turned around with a huff, sheathing his dull sword, his weapon had been mistaken. He must take it to his mentor for fixing after the feast the villagers were bound to hold in his honor.

He returned to the village, making his horse drag the body of the beast through dirt and it's own blood.

There were no cheers and cries of joy when he entered the village. Instead there was silence and unspoken looks of horror.

A little girl pushed through the crowd, ducking under arms and legs that tried to grab her. A barricade of panicked villagers blocked her view, desperate to stop the child from looking at the corpse the Hero had brought home.

After enough kicking and shoving from the girl they let her go-- holding their breaths and waiting for her reaction.

The Hero never forgot the one word that slipped from her chapped lips as her smile of excitement faded.

"Daddy?" she gasped, touching the beast's corpse. The Hero froze, a shiver running down his spine as he remembered an old legend his mentor used to tell him.

Every village had a protector that kept them safe from the worst of beasts. They called them the verevolph, humans that only shifted into beasts when they sensed evil.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, he pulled out his sword. It glowed like the sun and turned sharp once again as he saw his own reflection in the metal.

Impossible. He inhaled sharply, surely, it didn't mean...

But then he remembered the last thing his mentor told him.

The blade never lies.

“Halt, foul beast! You shall threaten this town no longer!” Yelled the hero, drawing their blade, an ancient artefact that glowed and became razor sharp in the presence of evil.. except it wasn’t only not glowing, but dulled as the hero pointed it at the 8’ tall man-wolf huddled in the corner.