#avyra

Today I offer no art made by me, but a piece I commissioned a while ago by one of my favorite artists. This is for a long ongoing personal project of mine, an art rpg game called Realm of Volucris, where the world floats high above the ocean and humans tamed birds of prey of all sizes. You can view more worldbuilding information about the project here.

This is Avyra and Nimbus, my two main ocs I’ve been using as I work through the world in private rp.

Nyk was, of course, the most gracious of horses. The most gracious that had ever lived, if he could be said to live, which was a subject of some debate. He was feeling extra generous in the moment, head bobbing curiously as he ambled over and tried to eat the collar of Avyra’s shirt.

Not everyone could benefit from such attention, after all.

So I’ve been watching Shadow and Bone (finished it yesterday actually), and was chattering with one of my close friends about it, and mentioned that my main oc, Avyra, would be an Inferni Grisha. Within a day, I was greeted to this in my inbox, and I’ve been absolutely ecstatic ever sense! She looks so lovely in her Grisha kefta, and I think at this point my friend has drawn her more than I have she made her reference, after all, lol

Space and Sci-Fi Sentence Starters

Status: Accepting!

Grandfather’s Story

“Hivara is beautiful,” Grandfather said.

I rolled my eyes, because I knew, from that single phrase, where this would lead. I’ve heard Grandfather tell this story many times before, but my cousins, it seems, have not.

“No she’s not!” said Ruon, the youngest of them. His face scrunched up with a level of offense reserved only for the young and for middle-aged women confronted with a situation…

Teacher, Teacher, Teacher, Pt. 3

Teacher, Teacher, Teacher Pt. 1 Teacher, Teacher, Teacher, Pt. 2

Gleam pushed a table in front of Colomb’s unmoving body, then placed Listener upon it. At Evran’s request, Gleam had carried the new golem. Listener was ambulatory, but with its small size and short legs, it moved quite a bit slower than the rest of them. Evran could be patient, when the situation called for it, but he didn’t like…

He knew, even back when the first vestiges of his plan had begun to form in his head, that his students would not approve of his actions this night. Even Evran, whose willingness to push the boundaries of acceptability had led Colomb to end his apprenticeship, would have found his actions questionable. Normal people would lock him up in an asylum.

Colomb had made his preparations by night, and…