#xilaskar

I’m back with my OC-Tober stuff!  Here’s days thirteen through twenty!  (That’s Purple, Pink, Knight, Mage, Rogue, Bard, Cleric, and Chef!)  I should be able to keep up with these for the rest of the month, from what I can tell!

Xilaskar emerged from the Gem Caves ablaze.  She had walked through life like a candle sputtering in the wind, but the magic stoked and fanned her, fed her fuel in the form of a flickering ruby.  It consumed her fears, and she rose from their ashes and burned anew, reborn.

Hello, everyone!  It’s, uh, been a while.... Between college and hand issues, I haven’t had much time to do actual art.  However, I do have a mini comic-y-type thing that I’ve been working on, even if it’s been going slowly, and hopefully, I’ll be able to finish and post it soon!  In the meantime, here’s some art I drew my parents for Christmas!  Enjoy!

{ xilaskar } Ymir was fucked. She knew the rules, she knew every fucking rule that had been laid down for their clan to follow. She'd been forced to memorise them by heart -- scared into doing her best to f o l l o w them. And now, now she'd gone and broken the one rule that she knew was unforgivable. She shook her head as she stared down at her hands, untrimmed nails digging into the skin on her thumb, picking at it almost anxiously. Her heart was hammering against her chest, though she did her best to keep a seemingly calm facade -- she couldn't risk anyone knowing how scared she was, how fearful she was of d e a t h. Even if she wasn't killed by their Leader, there was no way in hell the dangerous brunet would let her get away with such a felony. She'd be punished, humiliated //at least//. It wasn't so much the idea of punishment that the girl feared, it was the fact that she didn't know what was in store for her, she couldn't guess or so much as try to s u g g e s t what Jeager would do to her. A shaky puff of air left the vampires lips, her tongue running over her fangs in agitation. It was then that one of the messengers cleared his throat, signalling for her to enter the 'office' as it was called. Cracking her knuckles and flexing her neck, Ymir got to her feet, her face remaining expressionless even as an entire family of emotions clashed in her mind. This could be it, this could be the end of her life. And honestly, she really didn't care. As long as Krista survived... as long as she remained a l i v e, Ymir didn't care.

"i hope it's either important or else y' can   mind yer damn business. ain't no time for   yer bullshit here." a slight hiss as was   escaping his lips, features set on the   male.

                           "---hey, Eren."                    he'll take a seat next to                    the other man, giving him                   a small smile. "You don't                   mind if I sit next to you, do                   you?"