#naberus

Las 4 sombras de fanes

Iris and Naberus loving on each other! I love these two dorks, and I wanted to build out their Art Fight pages because I have VERY LITTLE digital art of them with how new these characters are.

Find me on Art Fight under smittensable!!

The Lycanblight/Wildhunt picture of the infested grineer is finally done! I hoped to get this done by Halloween 🎃

(I didn't like where this one was going, but I didn't want to just throw it away either)

"They do what now?!" Amir couldn't hide the look of disgust at hearing Marty's explanation of Naberus.

"They... would masquerade as the dead for a single night. You know. As a mockery of the fact that they couldn't die." Serana was starting to think that sharing this story was not such a great idea.

"You're not going to do that to us, are you!?"

"What?! No! ... first of all, I don't even know where I'd get blue kuva..."

Amir was gone before he could finish screaming, the sound following him out of the mall to wherever he retreated to. Aoi gave Serana a chastizing look.

"That was kind of mean, don't you think?"

"Oh, come on, why would he think I'd do that to any of you guys? I was just making a joke."

"Yeah, well..." Quincy got up with a grunt and dusted off his pants. "If there's one thing you don't joke about, it's that little Transference thing you do. You don't know what it's like having someone else inside your head."

Serana's playful grin faded. She knew all too well what that was like. But to raise the issue now would make her look too defensive.

"I'm gonna go get him. You guys finish planning how we're going to do this All Hallows' Night." Aoi darted off in search of Amir. Hopefully, she would get to him before he ran past the borders of Hollvania.

... if he could even leave...

"Even I think that was going too far, and I can't stand the kid." Quincy offered a hand and pulled Serana up to her feet. "I guess the rotten apple doesn't fall too far from the Orokin tree, does it? Sounds like all of 'em are pretty fucked up in the head."

Not all of them, she wanted to retort. There were a few who were on her side. But again, that would sound too defensive and take too long to explain. All she wanted to do right now was fill her belly with candy and fall into a diabetic coma.

"How do you do things around here, then?"

"Not putting on people's dead bodies, for a start." Quincy chuckled under his breath.

"Be serious." He didn't need to keep making her feel worse.

"The way my family did it when we came here was the kids put on costumes and we'd walk around door to door asking for candy."

"From strangers... Don't you guys have some old adage for that?"

"Yeah, well, there were urban legends going around about kids who had razor blades hidden in their candy, but I never heard it happen to anyone personally. It was mostly to scare the kids."

"I'm sorry, you scared children with thoughts of slicing their mouths open and choking on their own blood? That sounds worse than what the Orokin do!"

"Hey, don't you start comparing us! The two things aren't even close to being the same." Quincy whirled around and jabbed a finger in her face. Serana smacked it away.

"And it's unfair of me to scare Amir with some tall tale? I didn't even say if it was true or not!"

Quincy opened his mouth to say something, then slammed it shut. With all the extravagant stories she'd shared of the truth, he'd never considered that any of it could be some fable or fantasy.

"I'm going to help Arthur with the decorations."

"Drifter..." He reached out for her but she Void-slung to the other side of the mall, near the dead escalators.

Tennotober 2023