#celeritian fables

he's been through a lot

Might as well reveal this.

This was supposed to be an anniversary illustration for Rye almost a week ago (the 20th) which I don't know if I'm going to finish at this point.

Mmmm doodles

Did some experimenting with Rye’s true form. Wanted him to be a bit more moth.

He also will lose and gain features according to the phases of the moon, going full moth from waxing gibbous to waning gibbous.

Some misc sketches of Rye I’ve done recently.

Eventually decided on trying to design an older, ceremonial look for him.

Sort of new oc? More like an AU.

This is my OC Rye if he lived in Esperia.

-- Blinded, face first in the sand, Rye cries, spitting the grit out, roughly wiping it from his eyes. It mixes with the tears streaming down his face and it burns. He staggers to his feet, unable to take a deep breath, barely able to see the demons next attack coming. He braces. But it doesn’t yet connect. He blinks an eye open to see a blurry view of the demon, The Prophet holding it frozen. They point to Faer and vanish, the demons claws now zooming towards Rye. He takes a step back and draws Faer, swinging it upwards, the shimmering blade catching the palm of the beast. It screeches, hobbling backwards, its dark blood almost boiling off the pale blade with a hiss. --