#queen nera

[T] Queen Nera

Art trade with @trishabeakens , do I really need to present Nera, everyone knows her lol. I rarely draw females, so she kinda was a bit of a challenge but fun nonetheless. And look I did a bust for once :o

Happy birthday @trishabeakens

Nera and Altador stood away from the party, taking a break from the socializing. Neither of them wanted to be here, but it was a sign of good-will celebrating Fyora’s recovery from… whatever she had. The least they could do was go to her party.

           Nera squinted. “Is that… Xandra?”

           “What?” Altador inquired.

           The speckled Xweetok was making a beeline to them. The queen stepped in front of Altador, face morphing to disgust.

           Xandra looked rather flustered, avoiding their gaze. “Don’t worry, I’m not dangerous. My magic has been nullified and Fyora knows I’m here.”

           Altador frowned over his wife’s shoulder. “I heard you were on parole, but why would you come here?”

           “I’m not here to party,” she replied quickly. “I’m here to… apologize.”

           “Oh, really?” Nera glared daggers, and Xandra seemed to shrink.

           “Yes. I’m sorry I deceived you, and I’m sorry I turned you to stone,” the speckled Xweetok met Altador’s eyes, grimacing. “It was unforgivable, and I’ve regret what I did so much since then.”

           “I can’t believe you,” the Queen of Altador was fuming. “What would you have done if you had won?”

           Xandra eyes widened. “I-”

           Nera pointed a finger at her. “You would have left my husband a statue, and left Neopia to be swallowed by darkness. You’re not sorry.” She marched towards the smaller Xweetok, who backed away. “You’re sorry you lost.”

           Xandra swallowed. “I- I’ve changed a lot since then.”

           “Don’t you think my husband has been through enough without you turning him to a garden piece?!” Nera towered over Xandra who was now pressed up against a wall. “You gave Xweetoks a bad name. You even stole my cape design!”

           Xandra’s terror switched into confusion. “What?”

           Altador put his paw on his wife’s shoulder, drawing her back. “Nera, that’s enough.”

           Nera crossed her arms. “Altador, she’s cramping my style!”

           The Lupe looked towards the frightened speckled Xweetok, who looked as though she had stared death in the face. “I forgive you Xandra. Just… never repeat your errors again.”

Carica di speranze e sogni sporchi di polvere "

Watercolors´practice!

So i got some watercolors in December and I finally decided to use them!

I paint the Tale of Woe babies and some of Oc´s of some awesome people:

@bamboo-tea ´s baby Rain

Our Queen Nera whoe belongs to @trishabeakens

Neil is the child of @gelertassassin

"The other one I like is about you cradling your dying son and the third one made up this thing about you having a raunchy affair with your husband's evil brother a la Guinevere and Mordred so I'm just gonna play you the one about your actual exploits k"