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.



Dorys “Lùnsheynn” Forestwalker

Last updated : 16/11/2017 (minor backstory modification, minor changes / additions / corrections).
30/09/2017 (backstory modification).
21/11/2016 (orthograph / grammar, physical look, abilities, personnality).
24 /05/2015. (Modified magical powers).

Created : 2005.

So here it is. The reference sheet for my persona / avatar / alter-go.

I don’t quite know what else to say, so if you have questions or want to draw her, just ask, I’ll be happy. 😉

The Wyldaeren species is mine. No touchy, no taking or stealing the name and concept, claiming it as your own !

For further information, look into my gallery / website, or, just ask me (I don’t bite). ;D

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Annoyed (Work In Progress)


Here, have an annoyed Dorys in armor.

I’ve been working on this for ages. Decided to add the fishnets so the skin could still be visible (these are NOT tattoos !), while they would offer some protection. There is background stuff, normally, but I decided to hide it so ya’ll can see her fancy armor I’ve spent ages designing.
There’s normally a table and a glass, and maybe a sword somewhere.
Oh, and she looks annoyed, probably because someone near her is talking too much shit. XD

Next time, shading and bakground !

Art, character (Dorys) and the Wyldaeren species (c) Aurore “MetalFeline” Ciholas
Do not : copy, edit, redistribute, make profit of, etc…without my expressed written permission !
Thank you for your understanding !


Torn 2

Finally, after two full years of not drawing (I’ve been writing, working on “Demonic Encounter”…I can’t be everywhere, I guess. ^^) I’ve decided to kind of “redo” this picture :…

I’ve used this photo as a reference :…

This is the exact same character on these two pictures. She is my persona and has gone through many names and changes at this point. I used to call her “Jyn”, “Sun-Shynn”, then “Lùnsheynn” (it has become her middlename in my headcanon), then I’ve settled on the name “Dorys”, which is my third name (just replace the “y” with a “i”), and I think this will be her last name change.

Let me know what you think of it. :)

Artwork, Dorys, and her species (Wyldaeren) (c) Aurore “MetalFeline” Ciholas.
Do not use, edit, redistribute, make profit (and so on) without my written permission.

Lùnsheynn as a Night Elf : Armor reference

Lùnsheynn Elven humanoid

I DID NOT DRAW THIS ! (Except for the armor, haha).
It was taken and traced from Pyjama-Cake, who provides awesome stock.
The picture I based this on can be found here :

…But I drew all the armor. 😀
Click on the picture for all the details !
Designing it took me so frigging long !
On the other hand, it was really fun and it entertained me for a whole week. O_o XD

I used the vector tool of Paint Tool SAI for this. I don’t know what I would have done without it, seriously. O_o

Since I hate chainmail bikinis, I had to find a way to make it look cool without showing too much skin…XD By the way, the stones on her headband are stones of protection that expand a forcefield which acts like a helmet and deviates objects coming to her head.
The other one on her throat is a fire-stone, and it allows her to spit fire when she is shapeshifted (otherwise it’s complicated / or it hurts).
The armor design may or may not get modified in the future. ^^; (I may also edit the picture later, so I can add the back of her armor, too. Nothing special, though. ^^;)
I don’t have much else to say, except that this isn’t my persona’s true form. But since she is a shapeshifter, I guess shifting into other types of humanoids wouldn’t be a problem. :shrug:

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, and if you have any critiques or comments, then go ahead. 🙂

Lùnsheynn (c) Aurore “MetalFeline” Ciholas
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In the forest

In the forest by MetalFeline wat

So…the light turned out very Walt-Disney-ish at first, which wasn’t planned at all.

I had this sketch in my hard-drive since some months but managed to forget it. Then I found it again and decided to eventuallly color it.
I was actually going to add lots of blood and gore in there, because the title was originally “wounded”. But then it turned out like this (of course, that was since I decided to add a purple hue to the sky). XD
I had to debate in my head what to do about it, but I eventually decided that it turned out quite nice, so, no blood, and I just worked my way into making a nice night scene in a forest. And I like it. XD

I had to constantly fight through this, though, fixing values (contrast) and hues (colors), bay adding layers or recoloring, so it would look nice altogether. I also (again) tried a new technique, and colored the picture while being zoomed out most of the time, so I could always have a general view on how it was going and didn’t have to concentrate on (sometimes unnecessary) details. I had to add several layers on different modes to adjust the mood, though, and still had to slightly tweak the contrast when I was done. It was also the first time I tried doing it in a traditionnal way, by that I mean, that I tried not to use multiply / screen layers modes to shade or highlight. But doing it all by hand (even if in the end, like I said previously, I had to add a ton of other layers to fix my errors). XD

So I hope you will enjoy this peaceful scenery, featuring my persona, Lùnsheynn. ^^

Artwork, Lùnsheynn, and her species (wyldaeren) (c) Aurore “MetalFeline” Ciholas.
Do not use, edit, redistribute, make profit (and so on) without my written permission.

Lùnsheynn feral reference sheet (war form)

Lùnsheynn feral ref (war form) by MetalFeline


My persona ! :D
Her name is “Lùnsheynn” (obviously). It could pronounce like [loon-shei-in]. Lol, I hope it makes sense. :D

So…I basically took the old design (, and the even older other design of her and made this. More colors, and stuff.

I also completely redid the winter version (btw, it’s supposed to be fluffier than on the sheet).
I also redefined the forms with the vector tool of SAI (that’s why the shapes are much cleaner XD). It works wonders. ❤
I know her wings should be much bigger in comparison to her body and for her to fly, but I somewhat ran out of space. :p
And for the first time in a long while, I think I’m really satisfied with this design. So I might keep it for a while (longer than the previous ones I hope). :D

Wyldaeren ( [wil-de-run] ) are a species of my own. They are closed for now.
I hope you enjoy her as much as I do. :D
And, please, let me know if something isn’t clear !
Cheers ! ^^
Art, Lùnsheynn and the Wyldaeren species (c) me