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Entry two - still very rudimentary- but maybe she’ll get there in the end. Passion takes work!

“So - second entry! I’ve been working on my technique- got some tips from a ProtoDemon on Earth (I had the notes he gave me over tea tagged onto the end of the latest pages)

I’m ready for round two! Turns out, I can specify whether or not I want text highlighted - and they won’t directly write what I wrote! Check it out! PLANTS ARE JUST EXTREMELY LAZY ANIMALS! I can do other stuff too, like this, this, and this - but I’ll save those for a rainy day. For now - let’s get on with it!

The Lybadora

These big, red, handsy people are my second choice for this journal for good reason - they're easy to get undressed, and easy to make a quick sketch of. After such a miserable experience with the Mantisi, I needed a simple set of subjects to actually have a conversation with and enjoy the company of. That and a bonus of having all the most difficult to talk formally about out of the way for the rest of the entries.

Biology

While Lybadora are actually pretty genetically similar to humans, what with their generally humanoid silhouette and organs, there are a few differences. Obviously, four arms, no external nose, three fingers, and spiky hair are some, but the height difference also tends to be a little wide. I’ve heard of humans and Lybadora being attracted to and marrying each other before, so I guess the hormonal similarities are quite distinct. That or the Lybadora’ll spend a night with anything that works, and so will the majority of humans. Either way, they are prone to their ‘emotions’.

Speaking of which - I did have to ‘human proof’ them a little. For example, the male sitting in a chair is my problem solving for that ‘bag’ situation. As you may have guessed - human and Lybadora sex organs are similar too. To all us non-humans that’s fine (who cares, right?), but most of humanity tends to be outwardly prudish, and really enjoys censoring anything that even implies a recognisable sex organ. So I’m just gonna respect that for the sake of staying off the watchlist of the Curator.

History

I don’t think I elaborated this enough the first time - but this is for my evaluation of encounters I’ve had with the allotted species. I guess I can also mention a bit of general history here and there - but I’m not a trained historian, so fair warning. Generally me and Lybadora are rather well separated. In terms of aggressive situations, nothing much is exchanged that wouldn’t have been if it were any other species. At most, their natural tendency to challenge worthy opponents is a tad bit informal. No one really knows why they’ve learned to challenge people to combat - just that it had to be some kind of adapted ritual from an era where such a thing had more weight. They are traditionally a hedonistic society, which does sort of fuel some opinions they tend to have of beings like me: being almost entirely unique is a ‘pull’ to most of the more adventurous ones. But that’s almost atypical really, Lybadora are famously forward.

Opinion

The Lybadora are decent people. It’s not too difficult to talk to one, and their personal ideals aren’t typically malicious. I guess they can be very off putting to an idle human observer - but an active conversation is always a little off from the sidelines. They… did sort of make me wonder about my advertising though; couldn’t exactly pay them with money if they were extremely hopeful of a ‘different equity’. Eh - we’re all consenting adults - it’s just a matter of specifying that I pay in Qwarts alone next time. OH and of course Kria is off with the Blade on the safest section of the allotted planet during my figure-sketching sessions.

Summary

If you like the kinds of party loving, fight loving, loving loving people you rarely see being themselves out in the wild - you like Lybadora. They’re a cuddly alternative to trying to befriend a wallkeeper in the docks of the Hell Facility, and can sniff out a good time from a mile away. Just keep an eye on them if you suspect anything more.

Finally - the first part is complete… god this was a toughy - but I made it through in the end.

All there is to do now is hope for the best…

Meditation…

This’ll be the only piece I show before the entirety of what I’m working on is finished - but I hope it suffices for now!

Song recommendation… song… recommendation…

This is one of the first of perhaps quite a few entries into what is basically just an easy way to summarise the nature of the various species in this universe. No music this time - but do read on! The remainder of this post is basically what the writer (Liavosso) has written in unity with it - on a separate piece of paper.

“Well - this hasn’t been a great start for what I was hoping would be a fun and easy way to recall my encounters with people… first they fight me on sight - then I discover their blood is WAY too good at staining! Like, I’m trying to shake off the ‘evil probably-cannibal Demon-monster descended from a famous murderous bounty-hunter with a Void-thing for a limb’ narrative, and here I go getting alien blood on so much paper that I might as well paint with it!… and I did - but dammit I had nothing to colour with!

But anyway! Anyway… the first entry of my journal is dedicated to the Mantisi - or more accurately - the White Herald. What I aim to do in each addition is have a model of a certain species pose so I can sketch them in all their glory and write about what I’ve learned about them - as well as my opinions and experiences with them. While I couldn’t do that here, I hope next time they are a little more… non-weird. Now, anyone who knows the White-Herald probably thinks I’m a bit mental for picking them first, but I have a good reason: my daughter (adopted) is a descendant of a White-Herald royal - which does incentivise me to get them out of the way early… She doesn’t mind me killing them - if you’re wondering - they aren’t exactly her favourite people.

So - first thing to mention: biology and history! The Mantisi are unusual, in the sense that they are one of the first milky-way residents (in this iteration of the universe) to gain the knowledge of genetic editing. Now, most Mantisi just got two legged variants and removed wings - and left it there. But the White-Herald… they went mad with it. They edited their features, their minds, even their natural defences, to look more like my subspecies - the Vyrocepters (not very well - but they have a ‘plan’ for that). To save time - and skip hours of lore about who did who and what that meant for whoever else - my Mum boinked one of their albino ones a long while back, and a big cult developed to preserve and advance that particular variation of Mantisi in order to somehow create viable offspring with anyone of my species. So, all White-Herald royals are albino, and have the more… ‘bug-like’ lower bodies, while their soldiers are two-legged, and are a dark shade of green. You won’t get too many who look more like other heralds - but there are some weird mutations for… obvious reasons. Things like four arms, multiples pairs of wings, and durable shells. Ok - so not much of that was biology than it was history, but again, this is a hectic start.

I’ll put this in too, because everyone asks - yeah they do have the same ‘fun-time’ organs. It’s a common thing with Mantisi that people think what goes on downstairs does much more than sit on a different bit of the undercarriage depending on which one you come across, but no - all of them tend to be compatible. At worst the top half of a royal has the soldier placement of the appropriate parts.

“My name is the end for you - Kro-Lak. Fight me now or fear me forever.”

More concept art!

Sun-Shine is the kind of stoic gritty person you wouldn’t expect to come from a Mother like Lia - but Sun-Shine’s sort of reality has been a relentless veil since the first day. Everything from her name to her birth has been edited for a child-friendly viewing, and she finally feels the need to take it all back from her cruel inflictors - the White-Herald…

Music option of this post - well… it’s obvious

(Yeah you’re getting a short story with art - so what? Now take this post’s music choice and read on)

“Flee, Flee, FLEE!”

“We must go!”

“RUN!”

She hissed, she screeched, she slashed and she laughed.

The throne room had been breached, the gods were angry, those that had opposed them were dead. Her family - her important family - were likely dead. And yet, she laughed. It were as if she had been gifted something so immensely valuable, so deliciously fruitful, it hardly mattered that the it had been wrapped carelessly by a reluctant gifter.

“PLEASE MA’AM, RUN - we must! There is nothing left to defend!” One of her doctors growled, still attempting to pull her off the operating table, quite like the other lot had. She couldn’t make it clearer that she didn’t want to move - the growing pile of dead medical professionals proved that - and she was more than ready to throw this one across the quickly greening room. Even the pain of her wretched mess of an arm and the ruined canyons of her burnt face were a faded memory to her, the stringy twisted stub still hanging limply at her side, complimenting the lack of complexities in her stained visage.

“DON’T YOU SEE? I AM ABOVE ALL THIS!! I HAVE BEEN GIFTED SOMETHING INCREDIBLE! I AM COMPLETE!!”

“I’m sorry… You made me do this Ma’am.”

‘Shk!’ ‘Tssss!’

About a dozen soldiers rushed frantically to her ‘aid’, desperately grasping each limb, finally pulling her off of the harsh surface she had been hurriedly planted atop. The world seemed to slow, her remaining limbs sagging loosely at her waist, lulling her forward as her entourage proceeded with the evacuation.

She had been drugged.

The earthen walls of her home swayed idly - the nature of her physical form slipped her mind - the concept of her purpose slipped slowly from the forefront. Until - at least - she saw them… her enemy. Horned beasts and opposing nations, holding the wall between her and the final freedom, glaring hatefully into her soul. She wanted more. She wanted more… than anything… to FIGHT!

“LET ME GO!! - I MUST KILL! WHERE ARE… WHERE ARE YOU - GRAAAAGGhHhH….agh…”

For a moment - everything went black.

She could hardly imagine who she was, let alone where they were taking her.

•

An icy sensation finally forced her back to reality - layering her injuries. She had been rested on some uncomfortable surface, left nakedly to the elements until further notice. Slowly - she collects herself.

This new location is merely the wild - some manner of dull field, at least a couple miles out from the hive. The dull orange sky stared down at her, tinting her otherwise pale shell with a peach shade. Soldiers lingered idly, chatting in deflated tones about their current situation.

“-but will she be able to guide us?”

“She will - surely! It’s damage, yes, but she is a Kro! She will prevail.”

“…I think that’s the hope speaking. The White Herald have fallen - we might as well join the other Heralds, hope our crimes are easy to overlook in wake of our situation.”

The idea alone tore her from the grasps of daze, sent her six legs scrambling for a stable surface. Her mandibles clicked violently, her expression still distinguishable through the tattered facial plating. Her thorax raised high and proud, as her largely useless wings lift menacingly from her abdomen. Her front legs raised their serrated edges menacingly, her one working arm pointed accusingly at them. “YOOU ARE THE PROBLEM! We ARE NOT DEAD - BECAUSE OF YOU! Our purpose is not ACHIEVED! And you BLAME THE LOSS OF SURVIVAL ON US?!”

“No Ma’am!”

“DO YOU WISH TO JOIN OTHER MANTISI BECAUSE OF OUR LOSS?!”

“I was… it was a suggestion! A lie even!”

“YOU - ARE THE LIE!!” She smashed her front legs into the soldier, sending a spray of greenish goo across her currently bare body.

The soldier he had been communicating with backs off, not wanting similar treatment.

She could see the remains of her kingdom now: a field of about a hundred thousand Mantisi - most of which unclothed - looking tiredly back at her. There were less of them than she’d hoped - the rest likely scattered to the winds. Her soldiers were closest, maybe about a thousand of them in total; then three hundred relatives to the throne, who carry the albino gene; and after that, the citizens. She could work with this.

“MANTISI! WHITE HERALD! WE ARE NOT LOST! WE HAVE SOLDIERS! WE HAVE REPOPULATORS! WE HAVE WORKERS! WE WILL REBUILD! THE AGE OF KRO-LAK HAS BEGUN!”

“Age of… sun-set?” A meek voice murmured, “Isn’t that… counterintuitive?”

“NO - THAT - IS MY NAME. KRO-LAK - AND I WILL BRING SUNSET TO ALLLL WHO OPPOSE!” A cheer called from the far end of the field - sprinting excitedly until nothing else could be heard.

And so, it had begun.

(Lovely! Here are the other variations - and Tah!)

“Better to fly high and steady than fall fast and hard - but hey - high and fast never hurt nobody!”

Liavosso - the one and only. Well - bar alternative universes and all that. Her arm is a void creature and her fuel is her mood - but apart from that she’s a run of the mill GenoDemon! These days most of her time is spent at the cockpit of the Void Slicer anyway - though she’s always there for Sun-Shine.

Song choice for this is

Don’t look at me - the text up there explains it!

This one kind of links to ‘call me sun-shine’, my previous post. This is her adoptive mother’s ship - the VOID SLICER - which is often her method of transportation. Her own ship is one of the four detachable pods - her one quite obvious for its burnt tip and petal decals.

Every time I add to these - I feel the flame of the comic calling me…

OH! And, since I did this last time, here’s the music that went hardest with this.

KRO-KRIA

“In a brighter galaxy, there is peace. Yet still - within the darkest corners of the Hieron Republic - a family of gruesome beings have made their homes, ravaged and ransacked for the sake of lustful glory… They are the White Herald, and I am the child of their vanglory - but I will be the death of them all. Do not call me Kro-Kria… call me SUN-SHINE.”

Really enjoyed working on this one, very fun character to draw, and quite frankly, very interesting idea for a comic series. But alas, only I have the knowledge of whether or not I end up doing that…

In the meantime enjoy looking at this - oh and listen to this song, accidentally bumped into it and now this entire character has become an excuse to constantly re-listen to it.

Just working on something - got really inspired by this song! Her name is Kro-Kria, or ‘sun-shine’

(Yes the character came before hearing the song - no the sun tattoo did not)