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Free counters!Updated : 2017/11/06 *** (20h55)


Ch1_Sc2_Necromancer Of The Swamp

Synopsis :
One day, a wyldaeren village gets attacked by unknown demons. Dorys, who was visiting her friend, Alva, gets caught up in the fight and ultimately ends up, lost, on Tyria. There she meets Hildyrr, a Norn necromancer with dark personality and secrets, also fighting the demons, as well as a powerful demon Lord. However Hildyrr’s position in the war against demons doesn’t seem as clear as it should be…is she friend or foe ?

Chapter One : A Whole New World

Scene 2 : Necromancer Of The Swamp

(First : Village Attack)

Dorys landed abruptly, head first in the water. Brackish water. She raised and shook her head, looking around, dazed and gasping for air. She was lucky it wasn’t very deep. She was in the middle of a swamp. She wasn’t too sure about what had happened. She could sense a strong magical energy coming from a nearby place, but she couldn’t quite figure out what it was or where it precisely came from. She pricked her ears and whiskers. She could hear malicious giggles coming from behind her, she turned around and she saw the glowing eyes of some demons that must have been stalking her. Four, it seemed. Maybe five. She spotted an humanoid silhouette from afar…She turned her head slightly and caught a glimpse of two others, quickly moving when she saw them. She wanted to call out, but the demons were getting dangerously close. She bared her canines, letting out a growl. The demons seemed to stop, only to resume cackling and growling in her direction and with renewed intensity. They were coming near her. For her. Bold and unafraid.

One of them took its chance and approached more than others. Dorys snarled, slightly backing off. She was worried, but not completely afraid. She was much bigger in this form than if she had stayed in her humanoid shape. She would rather avoid another fight, although she has learned in the past that it was nigh impossible with demons. They were predators with pride, always eager to eat up the energy and life force of mortals, and to submit them to their will. And although she only learned about this type of demon in the books about Tyria she has been reading, she imagined they were no different than the ones she already encountered on Wyrdaenia. These were little less than half her size while under her war form, but she knew she could be overwhelmed by sheer number.

One demon screeched back at her, the others becoming more excited, approaching. Dorys opened her mouth and let out a low growl before lunging and clawing the face of the closest. The demon backed off, yelping. She seized it between her jaws, and broke its neck. She no longer saw the others. She looked wildly around, when she felt her hind leg being yanked on. A sharp growl escaped her throat, when she felt the attempt to rip her flesh. She kicked, claws out, ripping out the demon’s throat. The others moved quickly aside, but she could not see them, until she spun around, shifting back to her humanoid form. She seized her daggers, casting a electric ring around her, striking one on the two remaining. It shrieked in pain, and she sent a lightning bolt to finish it off. She spun again, and noticed a silhouette aggressively approaching near her.

She snarled, preparing to strike again, when the silhouette appeared in the moonlight…A female humanoid, tall and athletic. Although she wasn’t sure from what species she was… Giant ? Descendants of the elves…but she didn’t have the characterized ears, or the glowing eyes…Then she remembered she was probably not on Wyrdaenia, but on Tyria instead…So, maybe she is a Norn ? Dorys thought, basing this conclusion off of what she had seen in the books. She put that thought aside. The stranger raised her hand and blade, sending a shadowy spell. Dorys instinctively placed her hand in front of her to deflect the spell… But it hit the last demon, instead, deflecting its jump off from where Dorys was standing. Dorys spun again, ramming her blade into the demon’s throat. The stranger smirked at her.

Ch1-Sc1_Village Attack

Before you engage into reading, there are some things which you need to know.
-This story is a crossworlds between Guild Wars 2 and my headcanon homeworld, Wyrdaenia.
-I did slightly bend the Guild Wars 2 and Wyrdaenia’s lore and some things have been mixed together between my world and GW2’s for the story to work.
-This story is the “continuation” and remix of the original “Demonic Encounter” snippet, which can be found here : https://metalfeline.wordpress.com/2014/04/24/demonic-encounter-aborted-project-snippet/
-This story is purposefully over-the-top / twisted, and so are some characters. I started it because it was originally a “vengeance” story…
-I did base some characters off of already existing ones…but they became their own thing, eventually. So, after stating that, I can also state that : all characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to already existing names, or characters, or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
-…save for Dorys, who is my persona.
-It’s my first “fanfiction” and my first full story.
-All critique is welcome, as long as it is mature and constructive (other non-constructive comments will be blocked / deleted at my will).

TW : This story contains swearing language, violence, blood, allusions to sex.

This story has approximately 37 scenes in total.
This is the first.

Synopsis :
One day, a wyldaeren village gets attacked by unknown demons. Dorys, who was visiting her friend, Alva, gets caught up in the fight and ultimately ends up, lost, on Tyria. There she meets Hildyrr, a Norn necromancer with dark personality and secrets, also fighting the demons, as well as a powerful demon Lord. However Hildyrr’s position in the war against demons doesn’t seem as clear as it should be…is she friend or foe ?

Chapter One : A Whole New World

Scene One : Village Attack

(Next : Necromancer Of The Swamp)

Dorys has been running for a while, now. She was getting closer to the village where her friend, Alva, was living. Three more leaps, and she would be there. Surely Alva was already waiting for her, as she always did. When her communication crystal made a crack, she heard a scream, then growls. Then she heard Alva hollering “Back off !”. Then a shriek so piercing she felt like being deafened.

“Alva !” Dorys bellowed. “Hold on ! I’m coming !”

“Don’t ! Don’t run head first into trouble and stay on the side, Dorys !” Alva ordered, but Dorys wasn’t listening, and she dashed forward, leaping on the uneven forest terrain, it was easier while she was transformed into her war form, some kind of pony-sized mix of many feline species, with a hyena like jaw, with which she could more easily run on all fours. Although she was probably worrying too much…Alva was tough. She raised her head, and picked the scent of smoke in the air…then she saw flames rising from the houses and tents. Her eyes widened, and she ran past some people running in fear and others fighting the demons. Peering into the crowd, she spotted her warden friend, Alva, in all the chaos, running from the fight and gesturing for her to come. She slid to an halt near her. Alva was out of breath.

-“They attacked by surprise…there’s an open portal not far, we think it leads to Tyria, but we’re not sure…”

-“Demons, again ? I thought…” Dorys looked at Alva’s arm. Blood was pearling over her fur. “Alva, you’re bleeding…”

Alva put her hand back onto her arm. Squeezing the cut to stop the bleeding, casting a weak healing spell. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing. The cut isn’t deep.” She gestured her head towards a fighting succubus among the demons. “That one seems to be their leader. And since you’re ignoring my advice to stay behind…” She rolled her eyes, “Could you cover me while I call for backup ?”

Alva was an Earth Warden, which meant that her job was to defend the territory and environment from any intrusion or destruction, coming from this world or any other. As for Dorys, she wasn’t a part of this elite, but still was a trained fighter. She usually had a back or medium line healing and supportive role. But she had been willing to learn, just in case, the role of a frontline fighter, and today, the time had come to prove she too, could do just fine. She nodded and followed after Alva, towards the center of the village, running past other fighters, and some demon corpses.

Alva climbed the small tree which served as a tower where the alarm crystal was. She channeled energy into it, but didn’t have time to finish the morse S.O.S. code as a demon ran into her. She got knocked aside, where the succubus was standing. The demoness rose her shadow sword to strike down.

Dorys slid, snarled, spinning around to attack from the side, and dashed in the direction of the fight, baring her teeth and flattening her ears on the back of her head. She jumped on her, seizing her arm in her jaw. She yanked on it as hard as she could, towards the guardrail, which broke under the sudden pressure. The succubus lost her balance, but succeeded to catch the sword with her other hand in an attempt to strike Dorys. But Dorys was quick and dodged the attack, keeping a firm grip on the female demon’s arm, and yanking one more time, so that the two fell off through the guardrail, on the muddy terrain some meters below.

Dorys twisted her body, landing on all fours, like a proper cat would do. However, she had released the succubus during their fall and found herself with aggressive shadow creatures surrounding her, going for her vital, weak points. She dodged one, caught it by the throat and swung her head, sending it flying against a tree, breaking its head. Black blood ran on the ground.

The body of a demonic hound fell from the guardrail, near the succubus, who gasped, making an useless dodge. Alva looked over the broken guardrail down to Dorys with a big smile signifying it was her doing. Dorys nodded and returned the smile to Alva. But the succubus found this enough of a distraction and she rushed for Dorys’s neck, yanking the amulet sporting the teleportation stone around her neck, then she gestured for a retreat.

The area in front of Dorys was now free and she lunged towards the succubus again, jaws wide open. But the female demon dodged, disappearing into her own shadow portal. Dorys dug her heels into the mud, stopping right before the other portal, or so she thought. A demon bull charged into her, using both its momentum and Dorys’s, pushing her through it.

It’s finished !

I will be posting Demonic Encounter scene by scene, every week, even starting tomorrow, if I can.

The longest scenes will be posted on their own, and for the shortest, I will post two per week (or two in a row, we’ll see).

So, brace yourselves…

Le Phoenix

Et dans le silence elle se brisa
Fixant le feu, qui consumma,
Son passé,
Brulée son âme,
Revenue aux cendres,
Empruntant les méandres,
Que seul son coeur connait.
Chassé par le guardien des flammes,
Il disparaît.
Animé sous les braises,
Le Phoenix renait.

23h43 / 9 avril 2018
Ecrit après avoir brûlé une des 2 lettres fictives.

Training Gone Wrong


TW : Violence, sexual abuse / assault. Some blood.

Here we are…Dorys’s bio / backstory, and also my own to an extent, since she is my persona. Although many things in this “prequel” of sorts is symbolic or metaphoric , and deserves an explanation.

-First, Farghund. His name is a mix between two Swedish words : «Varghund» (a breed of dog used to hunt wolves), and «Fähund» (meaning a contemptible person, a “dog”). He encompasses many people I’ve known.
-Wolves…Well they are predators, and there are a lot of idioms around them, as well as myth and legends, in a lot of European cultures, I guess. Art least in France, there is.

-The young wolf represents a guy who was my age, who preyed on me, trying to choke me, like the wolf did.

-Farghund is the adult who did nothing, and even worse, watched it all happen, without intervening, enjoying it, even. He is sadistic, and manipulates and forces Dorys to go where she doesn’t want to go.

-Dorys attacks Farghund after dealing with the wolf, because she no longer fully trusts him, and she doesn’t trust he would be able or willing to help her.
-The cage…it’s how Dorys hates being locked in and restrained, as a general rule.
-Also the lack of security…which is obvious, I guess. The cage is made of wood or bamboo, because this can be “easily” broken, and represent a meager protection against a preying wolf. Dorys gets vulnerable in a place she shouldn’t be vulnerable.

That’s it for now. I’m on my phone, so I may have forgotten stuff. ^^

Characters (Dorys & Farghund) (c) Aurore «MetalFeline» Ciholas

Dorys could scent the cabin in the woods, before she could even see it.

Her trainer and “uncle”, Farghund, who was actually more of a family friend she’s known for forever, greeted her with a large smile, and they head butted each other, like family members normally do among the Wyldaeren of the East. Then he placed his hand on her back, pushing her in the direction she needed to go.

They approached near an enormous wooden and bamboo cage, with a separation in the middle. It was wide and high enough for her to stand and lay in it. One part was empty, while the other had a big male wolf in it. There were two doors on the side, one for Dorys, and the other for the wolf. There was also a trapdoor in the middle of the separation part of the cage.

Dorys mentioned that to Farghund, but he shrugged her concerns off in a grumble. Then, he spoke. “Yes, it is solid enough. Honestly Dorys, this is a silly consideration. Do not start giving yourself excuses. If you want to evolve, I won’t let you have any of this nonsense.”

I am not…” she argued. “But if the wolf lunges at the separation or gnaw on it, it could fail its purpose, and…”

He rolled his eyes. “Excuses. Come on, now, get in.” He gestured for her to come, and pushed her slightly on the back, so she entered the empty part of the cage, and Farghund instantly locked the door.

Dorys startled.

Don’t be so nervous. This is the common procedure. You know that, right ?” He asked, looking up from the lock, to her.

She nodded.

So…it’s all getting real. At least your school mates can’t bully you with spikes here, so get comfortable, observe the wolf, and get going with your shifting.”

She sat in the middle of the cage, facing the wolf. A male. Probably in his prime to mate. He was nearing adult size. He barely paid attention to her at first, circling inside his cage, searching for a means to escape. She observed his muscles, and the way they moved under his fur.

Dorys concentrated, adopting an “on-all-fours” position her species’s anatomy of cat-like folks easily allowed. She was trying hard to empty her mind. Since she has heard The Call, everything in her body was changing. She had hit puberty some two years ago and was much more alert, anxious and restless as a result.

She shifted completely and almost seamlessly for the first time, even if it was painful, things were encouraging, as she felt free from her classmates’ aggressiveness.

She came back a few other times, each time with more progress. She was more at ease as time went by. Farghund assured her that things were going well and encouraged her. Dorys had a blind trust and faith in him, and never questioned his motives, what he did, and why. Until one day…things took a completely different turn of events.

There she was again, starting to shift into a wolf into the biggest cage. But something felt wrong.

She knew she would be having her moontime* soon. She had noticed it in her humor and behavior. She was much more irritable and angry than usual, and easily triggered. Not to mention her scent had probably changed a bit around this time, as well.

She was nervous, and Farghund instantly noticed it.

Don’t be so nervous Dorys. Breathe.” He said.

She was on all fours, again. She concentrated, but the wolf was by far paying too much attention to her. He was circling his cage, as if he wanted to get into hers.

She glanced at the male wolf again, who was now circling very near her cage, which is something he didn’t usually do. He was sniffing the air, and whimpering a bit. She closed her eyes, to concentrate, as if it would cut these sounds.

Farghund.” She called. “The wolf…he is…”

Farghund just shrugged it off. “Shift.” He said. “Nothing bad can happen, so stop worrying.”

Her limbs shifted into those of a wolf, and she could go halfway through the transformation, but then, it stopped, reversing back to her humanoid shape. She looked up at her uncle. “I can’t. I can’t, if…I don’t feel secure enough.” She found something to say.

He looked at her into a sigh. “Five minutes. I will verify the separation’s solidity. After what you’ll resume your shifting.” He opened the cage, and she got out.

She sighed, going straight for the cabin to pour some water on her face. Then, she laid down on a nearby long chair of sorts, which had furs on it. She curled up, very much like a real cat would. She closed her eyes, caught in some daydreaming.

After some time, Farghund called her back. She stretched, and went back to the cage.

What’s that…” Dorys cringed, watching the male wolf trying to poke his nose into her part of the cage, all too interested in the smells lingering there.

Come on, Dorys. It’s just a wolf acting normal. Get back in.” He said, with the same authoritative gesture of the head. “Now.”

She got back in. The wolf was now scratching against the trap door. Dorys growled. “I can’t shift, it’s making way too much noise I can’t concentrate enough. I even told you, it’s hard for me, it’s–”

And how do you expect to concentrate in a real fight situation ? Do you think your enemies will give you a full blown five minutes to listen to your whimpering because you’re failing to turn into your forms ? Don’t be silly, Dorys ! And quit responding ! Do it. Again.” He ordered.

Dorys’s eyes dropped and she made a small nod, she brought back herself on all fours, and reached the middle of the transformation.

But the wolf was completely agitated, and excited. He started gnawing on the trap door separating the cage in half. Pieces of bamboo, being thrown about.

Dorys felt bold enough to look at him and growl. Something she knew could very well be taken either as a provocation to fight, or an intimidating move. She hoped the wolf would understand the latter.

Farghund came and grabbed a stick. “No ! Down !” He screamed as he poked the wolf through the cage. The wolf attacked his “enemy” and broke it while throwing himself against the bamboo trapdoor, destroying it, too.

The wolf jumped from where it was into her part of the cage, stopping dead in its tracks. It sniffed the air, both intrigued and confused at the “thing” which was slowly going through the shifting process. She now had all the main features of a wolf, but something was wrong. Her eyes and ears remained that of a Wyldaeren, and her smell…definitely was that of a Wyldaeren, not a wolf. The wolf backed off and growled, sliding from interested to aggressive, exactly what Dorys had feared would happen.

The wolf lowered its head and circled her, going for her behind.

She backed off. “No.” She sprouted a sound that was no longer a clear voice, but more of a growl. Talking while shapeshifted required some training, which she didn’t have much of. The wolf growled as well, seizing her at the nap of the neck, passing a paw onto her back, and leaning onto her. She fell under his weight. A vivid pain crossing her whole body as her nerves were pinched. The wolf had immobilized her, and was about to…she didn’t want to think about it. Her eyes grew wide, and the transformation snapped to its end. Save for the eyes, she was fully wolfish, now. She spun, and snapped her jaws at him. Only to be met with his own against her throat, he was pushing to make her fall, again. She twisted her head and seized its ear, tearing through it. It backed off, yelping.

Go ahead, Dorys, kill it.” Farghund encouraged her, caught up in the fight. He seized a spike and tormented the wolf, who could only let its anger out at the nearest thing or being there, which was Dorys.

The wolf attacked her, but this time, she was ready. Fear rushed through her, as she trembled, growling. She jumped at it, despite being smaller than he was. She caught up its neck fur, first. Then, she opened her jaw to bite farther, catching its throat. She clenched her jaw as hard as possible, earning the wolf’s rage and attempts to bite back. It racked its claws into her belly, but she held on, being dragged and yanked all around into the whole cage, her back scratching against the floor. She shook her head, trying to make the wolf tumble, which was still kicking in all directions. She yelped but held on. Soon, she felt blood flowing into her throat, and felt the wolf’s breathing becoming more and more jolting and irregular. Then it fell on her, gasping, choking blood.

That’s enough.” Farghund voice resonated in her head.

Did she really hear him say that or was she making things up ?

The door of the cage opened and she saw a hand seizing the wolf, and dragging it outside. She glanced from the corner of her eye, got up, and ran towards the end of the cage, bumping hard enough into the bars that she yelped. Farghund’s tall figure framed against the door and he approached his hands. The light wasn’t quite right. Dorys, still stuck in her panicked rage, lunged at him. She didn’t know what she was doing in that second state of mind. She bit his hand an yanked on it, drawing blood from him. Farghung screamed, making a move to release himself, but Dorys let go of it, returning to the end of the cage, growling and glowering at him.

Dorys had her arms crossed. She was coming back only because she was told to do it, and because she was told he wanted to apologize.

Farghund walked towards her. He apologized, brushing that quickly out of the way. “Don’t you remember what happened last time ?” Farghund inquired, waving his still scarred hand that had yet to fully heal.

No.” Dorys lied. She shook her head, and looked aside. “You left me with…that wolf…” She snarled. She didn’t want to fully remember.

Really ?” He put his hands on his hips. “You experienced the ‘Fury’ for the first time. I had to keep you in the cage for a good full hour before you could start to calm down and unshift.” He sighed. “Anyway, today we’re changing the method. You will come with me into the forest.”

Dorys snapped back into the present, her eyes growing wide. “But I thought…? I mean, yeah, okay, that’s great…” She was hesitant, but she would never want to be back into that cage again, if it meant another twisted encounter with an animal. She followed after him.

Shift, now.” He said, leaving her behind a bush. “Wolf form of course.” He pointed out before walking away to his own bush.

Dorys crouched on all fours. “Urgh. I can’t wait until magic eases this to make it instantaneous.” She grumbled. “And actually have all my wardrobe being enchanted for that, too.” Then the transformation took place, it was easier, quicker and smoother than any other time she did it. A wolf’s nose popped into the bushes, uncaring as to whether she was done. She growled lightly.

Farghund had turned into a gray wolf. “Don’t be so grumpy and come along.” He had nigh perfect speech under this form. The pair approached a wolf’s pack from afar. “Look closely. This is how wolves communicate within themselves. If you can’t do this you’re going to get devoured.”

Dorys gestured that she had already studied wolf’s language during class, and she showed him some moves.

But it’s not enough ! You need to practice it, too.” he said. “Let’s go.” Farghund rushed towards a pack of wolves nearby, who were devouring the rest of a moose carcass.

Dorys backed off, catching his tail in her jaw, pulling on it. Her tail was ducked between her legs and her ears were flat on her head.

He rolled his eyes. «We’ll hunt some rabbit, then.»

The pair hummed the air, and Farghund led on, picking the scent of a nearby prey.

A rabbit jumped from a bush between his legs and he darted behind it. Dorys followed immediately after. She kept her eyes focused on it, not even noticing Farghund had been splitting ways from her. He soon jumped back in the chase behind Dorys, and she could feel his breath was close behind her.

The rabbit jumped some roots and Dorys jumped after it, while Farghund took another turn to interrupt it’s course, that the rabbit spun, but Dorys was quick and, as a result, the rabbit jumped directly into her maw. Farghund had jumped as well, and ended up hitting Dorys, making the both of them collapse onto each other, with Farghund ending up on top, behind Dorys. She was confused and snarled slightly, turning her head towards him. He backed off, but as if taking his time, and let one of his paws slide on her back. A dominant move for wolves she knew of. This time, her growl and snarl were more insisting, and he finally moved away.

Back into her humanoid form, she shrugged it off. It felt more accidental than anything, after all. She got out from her bush and they parted ways. Maybe this training of shapeshifting directly into the wild was the best solution. She would be back.

She came back another time, after other training sessions where nothing notable had been happening. She went at the cabin, this time. He told her he had a “surprise” for her. She walked past the cage, calling for Farghund. He told her he would wait for her in the woods. She looked around, hummed the air and picked his scent.

He grinned as he spotted her, stared at her and smiled. “Are you hungry ? Today we will…eat…like wolves. I’ve been hunting last night. I’ve also yet to show you some real wolf behaviors.”

She tilted her head. “Yeah, I definitely am.”

Get moving then.” He gestured.

Dorys found some bushes nearby. Her transformation was now much faster, it could take only seconds if she concentrated enough. Soon it would be instantaneous. And she had clearer speech than before, while shifted.

She made a low howl to signal she was done. Farghund rubbed against her, as wolves normally did, and they both moved on, sneaking into the woods until Dorys spotted a carcass some meters below.

Here we are ! This is the moose I’ve been hunting down. Come on.” Farghund said, an hint of pride in his voice.

They both jumped down the slope, when Farghund disappeared from her view, only to jump out of nowhere on her, waging his tail, and reaching to bite at her legs. She waged her tail in return, and caught his scruff into her jaw, yanking back an forth to throw him off balance, which he did fall, stumbling down on her. He caught her fur into his jaws, getting his crotch close to her.

No.” She growled. She squirmed from under him, freeing herself from his grip. “What did you think you were do–”

Shh–” He approached her, almost placing his paw on her mouth. “This is normal wolf behavior, ok ? So quit panicking…and don’t tell anyone.”

Dorys yanked it away from her mouth using her own paw. She frowned at him, dubious. “Alright…” She curled her lips in disgust. “Just…don’t do that again. Please.”

Let’s…” Farghund said. But he didn’t have the time to finish his sentence to invite Dorys to continue running that she was already darting away, leaving him behind in confusion.

Farghund followed after her, and they both resumed their course through the forest, returning to the moose carcass. They were panting, and both laid down for a minute. Then, Dorys rose and walked towards the carcass, and ate. Farghund did the same, next to her. She closed her eyes. She had never eaten directly onto a carcass, in wolf form, before.

She startled. There were cracking branches coming from where she couldn’t see. And where the hell has Farghund gone ? She turned her ears in all directions.

When he jumped from the shadows, onto her, and she collapsed. “Not attentive enough.” He jeered.

She lowered her ears and growled, ready to bite him.

He chuckled. “Come on, we’re still playing. Defend yourself.” He said, as he caught her scruff firmly into his jaws.

She yelped and spun after him, making her jaws snap near him. But Farghund had seen that coming and he dodged her. She ran off again, down the slope, and into the forest. She took a turn, and jumped on him, only to have her movement dodged as Farghund flattened onto the ground. When she landed he jumped on her, throwing her off balance. She found herself on the back again. He placed himself over her now, and caught her throat, just firmly enough to immobilize her. She whimpered. He laid on her, getting his crotch uncomfortably close to her rear. She tugged her tail between her legs as much as she could, and pushed him away with her back legs. Somehow this didn’t seem like a game any longer. She tried to get up, but he bounced back and pushed her down again. She tried to regain her balance, making the both of them collapse and roll. This time, she got up, but he bit at her rear, yanking her under him again.

She panicked. She couldn’t believe it. She roared furiously, snarling, growling and squirming from under his grip as she felt his crotch closing in on hers, again.

Get off me !” She roared, ears flattened and teeth bared. But, as he wasn’t moving, she caught some skin in her jaw, and bit down, as she extended her legs again, and clawed at his belly. He backed off with a yelp. She then ran off as soon and as fast as she could. Farghund chased after her. Dorys took all the leaves and branches into her face, as she was opening the way. She moved her ears backwards and could hear his paws make some fallen leaves and branches crack. She took a turn in some bushes to shake him off. He had slowed down. Dorys looked past the bushes, panting, with her ears still turning in every direction. Then she came to a halt.

When she was far away enough, and she was sure she had shaken him off, she shifted back to her humanoid form. She felt violated and dirty. She found a tree and climbed in it, if only to make sure she wouldn’t be disturbed in her pain. She curled up on herself in the depression at the top of the tree. She started to cry.


Blanche [Gift-Art]

2018-02-07_Blanche_For Hubert by MetalFeline

My friend’s cat passed away last year, so this is for them, as some kind of tribute.
They also asked me to draw her two years ago (in 2016), but I didn’t. Seems like this was the time…
I also recorded the whole process, but I am waiting on my friend to give me a song that I will put over the video and be some kind of timelapse / speedpainting.
I will update this post when it gets done.

Artwork (c) Aurore “MetalFeline” Ciholas
Do NOT use, edit, copy, trace, redistribute, etc…without my expressed written permission.
Thank you.

EDIT [2018-02-12]

My friend didn’t give me any song, so I had to pick one I liked. But here’s the video :

Request ChakatTailswisher

And here’s the last overdue request ! (asked in 2014, but I drew and colored it just now, in January 2018. XD).

This one is for ChakatTailswisher :)

I hope everything is in place…at some point you mentioned tan marks here and there, but I’m not sure if they were marks of darker blue ?
So I did darker blue around her right eye, because I thought I saw this in the ref sheet. :shrug:
I am also not sure is something should have been written / drawn on the metal plaque around her neck ? :p
If there’s anything to correct anyway, know that I always keep my PSD files, so correcting something is relatively easy.

Character (c) ChakatTailswisher :iconchakattailswisher:
Art (c) Aurore “MetalFeline” Ciholas

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