#cyras

Been thinking on Cyras again...

So I have been obsessing over the music from the movie Sinners and wanted to put the lyrics into an edit. The lyrics sort of fit our favourite Will they? Won't they? birb parents Cyras & Tiraa from @megjgrey 's fabulous series 'The Croaking' that you should all go read this instant because it's soooooooooooooooooooo good (easily foundable on webtoon!)

Anyway as I cling to the hope that somehow these 2 will get a happy ending, I live in fear with each new episode currently xD I create an edit for you all.

Season 1 is ending and I'm NOT ready 😫 I've got some really mixed feelings about this dude in particular, but man does he have a great aesthetic!

(I got lazy with the background and grabbed it off Google, its the Notre Dame, photographed by Julian Elliott photography)

Random work doodle

Vs

Nice sketch!!!

Cyras is the Point of Power Ups!! He can only use one power up at a time, but he’s very passionate regardless. He’s very outbursting, and always likes to make friends!! He is a trans, and proud!!

Lindy is the Point of Accessories and Clothing!! She’s quiet and sensible, but is willing to give comfort where she can. She has 0 signs of judgement and is always willing to let others do their own thing, as long as it doesn’t harm others.

They’re both merchants. Cyras sells bottles and potions of his Power Ups (his tail has fur in which, different colour fur give off different power ups) and sells them. They are only temporary and can last up to 20 minutes. Lindy sells clothes and such, though she doesn’t usually expect many customers.

Accompanying a fox on dark street at night seems like a dangerous task, but for Cyras, so trained in this environment, she's the threat.

Her stark red fur may seem ironic for a predator in a world of green, but her sienna coat washes out to gray. In midstride, her ears twitch as she hears the heartbeat of anything, and smell them. Sneaking up on her is nigh impossible with her sharpened senses. Civics rarely learn how to employ their senses, therefore they remain with limited smell, hearing, and even taste.

Hearing a mouse scurrying across the street, Cyras flares into life - literally. Her fire magic blooms out from her paws, allowing her to rampage to the other end within a blink of the eyes, and soon she walks back with some quarry.

Her awkwardness is never acknowledged by her, as she drops the dead prey in front of Ahmond who is very taken aback.

"Cyras, um, why did you . . . "

"I wanted to give you a gift because you are my friend. I want to make sure you are well-fed."

"You're so sweet, but, I'm, uh . . . "

"I will make sure to get you some more rats if you would like once I encounter them."