#rassa

Just a cocky lionman and his horse vibes <3

Rassa & Saliq

Mostly just so I have a place to keep all these little gifs and things~

Honestly anything Quentin Emery is just. Peak peak Rass & Saliq. This man is the main reason my tiktok is even checked these days lmao So many 10/10 references of that wonderful horseman connection.

Rassa vibes~ both linguistically (Clay) and more casually Shunsui. The latter being the original inspiration for his design (esp the hat) back in like...2014 lol He's since faded off from his lazy POS attitude for the most part. Some of the time.

Recently been rewatching Reacher, because that is a LORGE man and his fighting tactics match what's been in my head for years SO well. Not just big tackle grabs. But the wild yet practiced burst of energy I imagine a lion man would have.

(sleep sleep sleep DESTROY sleep slepp)

Catch me screaming about Bohannon all the time. His attitude towards rebuilding the town really took over my ideas for Rassa, to the point of naming Ras' town after him lol. The change was such a great addition to the little bits of Rassa that had evolved over time it fit so well~ absolutely as he gets into his older more weathered years. Especially that grin in between being absolutely tired of everyone's shit lol

The sound of the jungle was loud tonight. Insects chirping and chittering, creatures calling out to their kin, the breeze rustling leaves, the taller trees creaking as they swayed. Devastelin had told Le’Rassa he’d needed a few moments, something he had to do, it wouldn’t take long before he returned. 

It wasn’t exactly a lie but it wasn’t exactly the truth either. He did need a few moments. Perhaps more. The bladedancer found himself wandering deep into the jungle, a difficult task for a blind man. The plethora of hidden life more than provided his spectral sight what it needed to guide him though. It was probably fifteen or twenty minutes from Reveria’s home that he finally stopped. The sound of a babbling stream giving him pause. 

Squatting beside the flowing water, his fingers dangled within and felt the cool rush of liquid. ‘You must think this is a joke right, darlingggg?’ The voice was suddenly in his mind like an unwelcome guest. It cooed and droned in feminine tones as his lips curled up into a snarl. ‘You think you could be with her? That she will accept you for what you are? Do you forget so easily that you are beyond salvation?’ With a sudden whip of his head, Dev bashed his horns into a nearby tree, growling as he did. ‘She is not even an Illidari... She is just a weak little whelp hoping to rise alongside you.’ Another bash of horns into the tree, this time splinters shattering and spraying everywhere. 

“Shut your whore mouth demon! Who was consumed by who? Who yet walks this world? You hold no power over me!” If anyone had been nearby, they’d have heard what might sound like the one-sided rantings of an insane man. Water began to sizzle on Devastelin’s skin as his body heated with Fel energies. He heard a long low cackle in his mind before hearing the reply. ‘Oh darling... I have all the power. Do you forget how I broke you when you were only my pet? Look how you still struggle. You want to let me be in control... You want to let me run wild in this world... Don’t you...? Just look at how they treat you... They think you’re just a sex-crazed idiot. -She- won’t even give up what you require. Such a prudish little thing... Any of the others would have spread their legs by now... Let me take control... I will take what I want. What I need...’ 

The man could feel the demon pressing on his soul, reaching out to let him hand off the reigns. His lips were locked into a snarl as he could feel change begin to come over him. It might seem slow but it happened quickly. His form grew in size, four additional arms sprouted, his body shape became something altogether more androgynous. Sitting there, squatting at the water’s edge in a demonic form, he could feel her tugging, yanking, clawing for control. It would be such a simple thing to just... Give in. To not fight it. To give up hope.  There was an honest moment of thought given to it before something flashed in his mind. 

Character sheets for a story I’ve been churning up ever since I created Corru. Titled In Memory of Childwood, it’s not gonna be a comic or anything, but I plan on making lots of concept art of it, pretending it’s a feature film ; u ; )/

Suuuuper brief, it’s about Otta and Corru going on adventures to relocate the kid god Cotton (and other Gods) and save their planet from bad peoples. Rassa is along for the ride hehe.