#adamance

Also did some new refs for Aster and Rou'Aur recently, as well as a size chart of the main 4 (and marigolds first drawn appearance in,,, years,,, sorry marigold,,,,)

fight rabbit! fight rabbit!!!

did some timeline development today, as well as this height chart so I finally have a solid idea of everyone's sizes comparatively (I had a few already but its good to finalize) Individual drawings below the cut.

Also bonus mild Marigold redesign! since I've been cookin up some ideas on how they could possibly use sheeps wool for fabric as well as natural dyes I wanted to really lean into the 'traveling healer' aspects of her design, she now has some pouches (there are more on her other side), a crude obsidian knife, small enough to be held in ones maw; that she could use to cut herbs cleanly. She also carries herbs she is drying on her side, and herbs she has already collected and dried are stored in the smaller pouches, while the two large pouches can be used for various items, such as spiderwebs for bleeding, sticks to bite down on, and other medical items.

Marigold: I'm quite a fan of spring, all the flora is in bloom and it is the perfect time to gather healing herbs

Adamance: Winter. It's the best for camouflage.

Clover: The humidity of summer brings a lot of bugs around the rotting tree, and lots of dragonflies by the river, too!

Reference image for the main man himself >:)

Gonna give all the main characters proper refs at some point (including a new character wink wink sneak peak under the cut)

If you don’t know yet aster is the protag of a story I’m writing.

profitable. excitable.

and sure as hell in the midst, you’re bursting fantastic. roaring in rage.

“fuck that shit, let’s rampage.”

so we dive in and I’ll say, it’s nothing new. but it did come fast. a fucking doorbell ping that all too frequently sings startlingly soon.

ticklish senses turn a blade against my throat. how peculiar that I see my own reflection appearing against a mirror of shining steel, flashing in evanescence yet boldly and structurally real.

with a grip held tight, you have appeared at my side gripping the godforsaken knife.

this picture perfect materialization is followed by a viciously delicate yet somehow vigilant scrape to my skin, driven by your adamant intent to compromise my ultra-sensory flesh.

pitter patter. it’s all whatever. the idealized moment presents itself suddenly and

oh boy! now you’ve done it.

the uncertainty of chaos erupts. 

how dazzling the moment as disaster strikes again, shaking at the touch.