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)

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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 : metalfeline.deviantart.com/art…

I’ve used this photo as a reference : www.facebook.com/askani.tanja/…

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.

The Escape Of Zerieth (v.2)_NEW

EDIT 2015/01/25 : Added a bit more dialogue for more…hum..details ? As always, I am open for mature comments. So don’t hesitate ! 🙂

This is the newer version of Zerieth’s bio (Here is the old version : Old : “The Escape of Zerieth” ). I actually had it written a few weeks ago, but I wanted to make sure after rereading it, it was ok for uploading (also I’ve been unsurprisingly sucked into WoW…). The text is totally different from the first story, so do not search for similarities, as almost only the end remains the same (no surprise, here). I hope it’s much better as I’ve actually tried to paragraph correctly, add more action and more dialogue. I also tried not to spend too much lines on explaining things of her life, and instead, tried to suggest it. I hope I didn’t screw up. ^^;

This prequel is something that happens on Wyrdaenia, prior the real story begins.
The story itself will be fantasy with maybe another genre mixed in (I haven’t decided yet).
This is meant to be read as a “prequel” of some sorts, at least it only tells about a part of the bio of one of my crazy bitch villain…Meet Zerieth !
She gets completely fucking insane later on (even now, I can’t really say she’s “healthy”), and although nothing is truly set in stone, yet (I’m just having fun, now), I don’t think anyone would want to be her friend (at least, I wouldn’t O_o). She gets to treat people like shit…XD

Also, since I need to grow as an artist / writer, critiques and comments are always welcome !
Just please note that :
-English is NOT my first langage, so the text is prone to have many errors in it.
-I won’t tolerate flaming, trolling or otherwise pointless bitchy comments.
-Please be mature and polite in your critique.
-Tell me what you liked and what you didn’t like and WHY.

Zerieth and world concept (c) Aurore “MetalFeline” Ciholas.
Do NOT use, copy, redistribute, edit, sell, etc…in any way, shape or form. Thank you !

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The escape of Zerieth (bio – prequel) v.2

Zerieth sat in the corridor. That moron deserved what he had. She broke his nose. She would have done much worse, had the teachers not stopped her in the middle of the fight. The supervisor was now eyeing her as if she was the most dangerous criminal of the country. He really had nothing else to do except bothering her with his insisting looks, it seemed. She’s been bullied for not dressing and acting like the others. If she had any doubts she was different, now they were evaporated. She wore clothes resembling those of the Great East, with some feathers in her hair. She was half-blood from two very different cultures. She felt unwanted. They’ve called her father to come. He never took “care” of her anyway. He was never here most of the time, and she was doing what she wanted. When he was here, however…

She nervously bit her lip, and flicked her tail, waiting for the incoming storm of scornful rage her father would bring down on her. Ever since her mother left, dropping her in front of his house, he didn’t care and constantly redirected any aggression towards her.

The door banged open, and he entered, his broad figure almost obliterating the light. She had inherited his physical strength. He passed her by, and turned his head only to look down on her. Not good enough. She knew what he was thinking, and she had enough. She rolled her eyes and he called her name to enter the director’s office. She entered, sat and sank in the chair, crossing her arms, her legs, and sighed.

The director sat and bent over his desk, searching for her eyes. She briefly looked at him.

-“Very well. I suppose you know why you are here. You punched someone in the face. You know the consequences are being punished by some hours of detention.”

She turned her head sideways and grimaced. He tilted his. Her father hit her head.

-“The man is talking to you !” He exclaimed. “Answer…” He growled.

She swiftly turned her head back at the director.

-“That guy had what he deserved.” She said curtly. “There is no way I’m having…punishment”. She curled her lips in a growl.

Her father looked at the director.

-“I will take care of her punishment, myself.” He said in an eerily calm voice. The director nodded in agreement and swiftly spoke again :

-“Also you must know that your daughter used several magic spells while into the school to intimidate other students.”

Her father’s eyes grew wide. He glowered at her.

-“Fine.” He pinched his lips, and rose to shake the director’s hand.

Zerieth did the same, following him out of the office. They both walked for a moment, when her father’s voice broke the silence.

-“Magic, seriously ?! What did you have in mind ?” He rose his arms up to the sky. “I forbade you ! The law forbids it, even ! Not to mention that no one will want a woman who…”

-“Fine ! No one ever wanted me around anyway, most don’t even make the “effort” of knowing me.” She snapped, cutting him short.

-“Stop that. Stop talking to me like this ! The director may have decided not to kick you out of school, but I will keep you home. You will adjust to this culture…And you will stop looking down on people !” He snarled, yanking her by the arm and shaking her. She lowered her ears and squirmed from his grip.

-“And especially on you, right ?” She narrowed her eyes. “No wonder why she left then.” She hissed.

He slapped her, and her hair flew in front of her face. She glowered through it.

-“You will obey and close your mouth ! Know your place !” He bellowed.

-“There is no way I’m staying home !” She protested, waging her tail in frustration. “You’re never here anyway…” She jeered between her teeth.

-“Now I will be.” He asserted.

-“I am nearly an adult ! What do you think you’re imposing me ?” She hissed.

-“You need to be taught…” He started, but she cut him short.

-“Don’t tell me what I need.” She snarled. “Nothing coming from you will ever…school taught me so much more !”

-“Did it tell you how to behave ? How to be good ?” Now he jeered back to her.

-“Good as in being an obedient and submissive woman who never has a right to anything, anyway ?” She gritted her teeth and glowered at him.

He shook is head, looking down on her and taking a falsely caring tone.

-“You’re such a misfit…a cultural abomination. You are my biggest mistake. My biggest…shame. Damn it Zerieth. Even your mother had more class…and she left me with the burden that you are.” He looked at her straight in the eyes, a disgusted expression lingering on his face.

Her eyes grew wide and she fell silent for a few seconds. Somehow she was shocked. He said and did horrible things in the past to her, but he never said something like that, not until now at least. Even tough she never expected anything else from him. But it hurt her pride enough that she felt devastated. He saw her expression, and in a quick gesture, he seized her arm, teleporting themselves directly into the house. They appeared in front of her room. She squirmed violently, shaking her head.

-“It was your mistake ! And she left because you are a fucking bastard !” She eventually yelled, suddenly realizing what was happening.

-“Stay here.” He pushed her into the room. She almost fell over, and quickly turned back to face him.

-“No way !” She roared. “You don’t even care, and now you think you can do this to me ?” She curled her lips. She lunged forward in an attempt to escape, but her father’s grip was firm. She felt heat forming in her hands.

-“Since you are unable to calm down, you will stay here, until I decide whether you can go out.” He pinched his lips, talking in a firm, stern tone, pushing her yet closer to her room. “And this could take months.”

-“Because of who do you think I can’t calm down ?” She growled. He frantically pushed her in, locking the door.

She stared at it, bewildered and angry, eyes wide, breath itching in her lungs, nearly gasping for air. She cursed under her breath, before eventually screaming it out loud. If no one wanted her, then she would be gone…for good. Today has been too much for her. The heat in her hand was growing stronger and she would not even try to repress it this time, as with everytime she did when she was upset. Her magic training was far from complete and she knew it, but didn’t care anymore. She got up and lashed out a fire spell at her door, burning it down to ashes at her first try.

Her father spun around, only to see raging flames, already eating at the wooden structure. He stopped for a mere second in both amazement and terror.

Zerieth lunged past him as fast as she could manage, and taunted him. She smirked and shook her head. Her father’s expression switched back to anger and then rage, and he lunged after her. But she was fast, and managed to launch a few fire spells into the house before finding herself outside, at last. The fire growing wild with her rage had been forming a thick smoke and she could tell that her father was disoriented by it. She continued to bend the flames at her will until she heard him bellowing and cursing at her as he was making his way out of the house as well, in a rather blind and hurried fashion, tripping on things he couldn’t see.

She carried on running until she could jump behind a bush. She crouched. She was free, at last. She stood here, out of breath, looking at the flames which had been taking gigantic proportions, now. It fascinated her and she had her eyes wide open, as if she was afraid to miss anything. The fear started to dissipate. He would not lock her up or hurt her, now, no longer. She listened to his bellows. She smirked. He deserved it. She rose after a few minutes, giving a last look on the ashes that this “home” had become, contemplating her job, her smirk eventually growing up into a full grin.

Then she looked around, thinking of all the things there was still to do and the world to explore. She then turned her heels and jumped in the opposite direction, towards the forest.

OLD_The escape of Zerieth (bio – prequel)

Edit 2014-12-27 : I’ve changed the paragraphing and this is all I will ever do with this one. The new, completely overhauled version can be found here : The Escape of Zerieth.

Edit 2014-11-17 : I’m thinking or rewriting this a bit…some stuff are unclear and I didn’t include everything I wanted to. I still need to think about it, though. For now, comments / critiques are still welcome.

Something that happens on Wyrdaenia, prior the real story begins.
The story itself will be fantasy with maybe another genre mixed in (I haven’t decided yet).
This is meant to be read as a “prequel” of some sorts, at least it only tells about a part of the bio of one of my crazy bitch villain…Meet Zerieth !
She gets completely fucking insane later on (even now, I can’t really say she’s “healthy”), and although nothing is truly set in stone, yet (I’m just having fun, now), I don’t think anyone would want to be her friend (at least, I wouldn’t O_o)

Whatever. 😀
Just enjoy ?
And please if you have comments, critiques, etc… do not hesitate ! (but please be mature and constructive with your critque and don’t send me pointless flames…thank you :))

Zerieth, the world of Wyrdaenia and all its concepts (c) Aurore “MetalFeline” Ciholas
Please do NOT copy, use under any way, shape or form, sell, make profit of, edit, redistribute, claim as your own…
Thank you !

He didn’t speak to Zerieth. Never. At least never while they were eating. And he didn’t speak when addressing her as a general rule. He would growl, threaten, bring her down. There never really was what could be called a « conversation ». And if there was, it was always on the brink of screaming. Tonight, he sat on one end of the table, but she wasn’t allowed to be at its other end. That was for those who were « worthy » of it, and her father deemed she wasn’t enough. So she sat everywhere else around it, making sure she was never too close to him. He wanted to watch her, and her manners while she was eating. She had made sure she would fake following his orders…until she would be old enough to « escape ». As long a he was silent, it was alright for her. She didn’t want to ear for the umpteenth time how she wasn’t good enough, and how she would never fit into his culture, because, since her eastern mother decided to abandon her, and he was the only one remaining to raise her and care after her, he should decide what kind of woman she was going to be, and he never let her have a say in it. She ate fast, not taking the proper time to masticate before swallowing. She tolerated less and less to be into the same room as him.

So, once she was done, it was always the same ritual. She took away the dishes and washed them, without saying a word, after what she walked upstairs and isolated herself in her room. If she was lucky enough, he didn’t disturb her to lecture her about how she was supposed to be, and how bad she had behaved today, according to his standards and expectations.

The frontdoor creaked open. It was her father’s friend. She was told he was coming and that she was unwanted around. She didn’t like him, anyway. Hated him, even. He held the same spite towards her as her father did. She could see it in his eyes. The way they both looked at her and talked about women. It gave her the nausea. Her room was close enough and her ears sensitive enough, so that she could hear the voices and intonation used, and she could have heard the words too, but she did not want to concentrate on it to hear them. They were both laughing. She never saw her father behave like that, with her. He was always displeased. Her heart crunched with frustration, pain and anger. Why did he never treat her like this ? Instead, he was constantly aggressive, to the point she grew up afraid of him and constantly aggressive, herself. The fact she never really went to school and didn’t see new faces didn’t help develop herself, either. She didn’t really had “friends”. His excuse was that she was a “problem child”…and she might have become like that somehow, because of him. He wanted her for himself, under his command, yet constantly reminded her how much she looked like her mother, both physically and…well, he was trying his best to stifle her headstrong character. He said it looked far too much like her mother, too independent, and that he despised it because she ran away despite his pleading to stay after Zerieth has been born, and he kept pushing all the blame on her, all the pressure, all his anger, frustration and aggression.

She had wanted to go downstairs and be a part of the conversation, be a part of “something”, for once in her life. In the past, she had hoped that friend of his would see the abuse she was enduring, that he would, somehow “side” with her. But nothing happened…even worse, he was on her father’s side. And now, she knew that if she ever dared to show up, she would only collect a scornful gaze from her father, and his friend, which would turn, later on after his friend would be gone, into a full blown rage and hits from him. She gritted her teeth. She had no freedom or “love” whatsoever. He even locked her door sometimes and her room only had a smallish window through which she couldn’t pass. So, it came to the point she was now used to often sneak out of the house to see what she wasn’t normally allowed to see of the world, which consisted of good and dark places alike. Although she was preferring the bad ones. She would also go alone in the wilderness, or in some places of the city, to train her magic. But those were very few times, recently. She had been caught the last time…or so it seemed. Her father told her that he knew what she was doing because of « rumors ». She didn’t know if it was true or not. Probably just bluff, to keep her « under control ». She could feel a burning sensation in her hands. Her magic wanted to go out of her, and she didn’t control it perfectly, yet, and especially not when she was angry or upset, like now. She felt like if she touched something now, it would instantly catch on fire. So much time she hasn’t trained it seems…

She sighed, shrugged and crossed her arms behind her head, letting herself fall backwards on the bed, in an attempt to relax, and began to dwell on the possibility of going out during this night. His father sounded far too distracted to notice anything, maybe she could do something… She heard glasses clink, which meant they were probably drinking. She hoped it was strong alcohol, somehow. That he would drink so much he would directly sleep…and not beat her up, should she still be here.

She rose and began to pack up her things into a small pouch, excitation building up and her heart racing in her chest at the anticipation of evading that place, if only for a few hours. She needed to go out of her room. She opened the door, popping her head outside, to look around the house from the unlit mezzanine overlooking the living room, before going out of it. She then closed the door shut, without a sound. Both men were unaware of what she was doing, visibly too caught up into their talk. She skittered until she opened the door of a small room. That one had a big window in comparison. She opened it, and the autumnal breeze blew in her face. As well as a very light rain. She almost forgot how it felt, staying in rapture for some seconds, breathing deeply. She looked below. She was maybe 4 or 5 meters above the ground. It didn’t matter. She was a wyldaeren, a “cat folk”, like they were sometimes called. Her bones would not break easily and she had nothing to fear. She half-closed the window behind her, like she always did, and jumped down, landing gracefully, making her way towards the city.

She made her way back after a few hours, having drank in bars one or two glasses with money she stole either from her father when he wasn’t looking or from strangers in the street. She has been training her magic a little, too, and she was in a better, almost cheerful mood, and a small smirk remained on her lips. She slowly made her way to the outskirts of the city, where she was living. She could hear footsteps too, but didn’t pay attention to them, even though the town was not overcrowded, hearing footsteps or having a slight impression of being followed was not uncommon, either. She carried on but they didn’t fade. She eventually stopped herself and turned around to see what was there, pricking her ears to any sound she heard. Nothing or no one was to be seen. Usually people passed her by when she did that. After a moment, she shrugged. That must have been an echo, a coincidence…it could be anything. She resumed her walking, but she was insecure, and her ears were now orientated backwards, in the direction the sound was coming from. She repeated stopping in the middle of the road and accelerating. Something was off. Those footsteps were following her, she heard them splash on the wet ground, mimicking her every move, and she could even feel eyes peering at her. She started to feel uncomfortable. She glanced back shortly, and started to run. The footsteps did the same, albeit with a slight delay. Whoever was after her wasn’t prepared for her surge. A voice called her name, which she recognized it instantly. Her father’s friend. What was he doing here, anyway ? A ball of rage started to form in her stomach. He didn’t live in the outskirts…what kind of twisted idea made him think to go after her ? Whatever. She wasn’t going to stop. She was just hoping it was not her father who sent him after her…although, now, it seemed unlikely. She could sense him accelerating behind her, even if she didn’t look. She felt the gap closing between them, and she swore she could sense his breath on her neck. He jumped on her, and they both collapsed. Now she could clearly feel his alcoholic breathing against her neck. She squirmed out of his grip, biting and clawing at him and he squeaked when a particularly nasty one landed on his face. She pushed him aside, bringing herself back up, and he followed shortly after, yanking her roughly by the arm, and pointing to the fresh scar on his face, growling.

-”Do you realize what you did ? You tore my face, you worthless little…”

-“Who do you think you are ?!” She growled, her ears flattened backwards, and her tail flicking, as if she was going to fight. All her frustration surfaced after remembering the two men being so close to each other while she seemed to be nothing more than an embarrassment to her father. “You follow me and then you jump on me…Let me go !”

She yanked her arm roughly from his grip, clawing his arm in the process. She made a run start, again, but he firmly caught her by the arm, turning her, placing her arms behind her back and pulling her against him.

-”Your father will be enchanted to know what you did…” He smirked cruelly.

-”You have no right…” She hissed in indignation.

He pushed her forward and she bared her teeth, hissing, trying to hide the heat from her hands, which was making its way back. She knew nothing good for her could come out of it right now. He didn’t pay much attention to this. He took a pair of handcuffs from his pocket that he attached her hands with. Her eyes went wide. She was livid. She would never have thought he would do this, take some object from his profession and attach her with it. She did not have time to think about it any further. He casted a teleportation spell, and they both ended up in front of her imposing father’s house.

He was waiting for them, standing at the top of the stairs, arms crossed. In that awkward moment she could see why her mother chose him. He was handsome, physically strong, with toned muscles, a large torso…and it stopped there. She had it figured out since years that if her mother only saw him for sex and ultimately didn’t stay with him, it was probably because of his violent temper and awful attitude with women. Maybe she thought he wouldn’t hurt his own daughter. She was so wrong… now that she was grown up he even cared less about whatever he was doing to her. And, despite the fact she had inherited his strong and fit physical frame, she felt often weak and defenseless in front of him, even though her mindset had begun to change, recently. He looked at her up and down and frowned. Her ears flattened on the side and her face became tense, her tail nervously tugging between her legs in anticipation, despite herself. He uncrossed his arms and walked down the few stairs, closing the gap between the three of them.

-”Here you are ! How many times did I tell you that you have no right to go out ?!” He growled. She opened her mouth, but was cut short when he slapped her.

Her head turned sideways under its effect and her red hair flew, covering her face, she stood like that, unable to move or do anything. But she was furious, against herself for having been caught, and against them both.

Her father’s friend pushed her, releasing the grip the handcuffs had on her hands, and she almost fell over, only catching herself back before it was too late. Her father yanked her by the arm, pushing her forward towards the door. She closed her fists in a desperate attempt to suppress the heat sensation, which was growing stronger. She spun, and glowered at him, growling.

-”Why ?” She stood firmly in place, her head held low and her ears flattened backwards in anger and hatred. “Why ? Why can’t I ever simply go out ?” She demanded, louder, this time.

-”Because I told you so !” He exclaimed, moving his arms upwards. He caught her arm even more roughly, shoving her into the house and nodding to his friend. He spun and they faced each other. His face was red with anger and his jaw tense. “How dare you say things like that in front of my friend ! I told you you had no right to go out or disobey, yet you did. Do you realize how humiliati…”

She snapped, her tail flicking, her ears flattened still, interrupting him.

-”Everything is humiliating for you ! Have you thought of me for at least a second ?” She sighed. “I’m just trying to live my life !” She pleaded.

-”Enough ! If you will not obey, then I will lock you up !”

Her eyes went wide. He didn’t want to hear any of this and she felt like there was no possible discussion.

-”I can’t be locked up !” She cried out.

He walked towards her, catching her arm. She had enough of being pushed around like this.

-”You will !” He bellowed, forcing her into walking upstairs, towards her room. She cowered for some mere seconds, a weird mix of fear and rage building up inside her. The burning sensation in her hands becoming more and more intense. She suddenly stopped walking and spun, freeing her arm from his grip, suddenly out of breath. She shook her head and growled.

-”I won’t.”

-”Pardon me ?” He demanded, turning her to face him. His eyes widened. Her eyes were glowing intensely with uncontrolled magic. Despite going out at night and attempting to train and learn the ways of a witch, it still haven’t been enough. She wondered why it manifested now. Why not earlier…She looked at her waist. All of her belongings that really mattered were here, into the pouch hanging by her belt. She didn’t need any more, except for food and water, maybe.

-”I really have enough of you.” He snarled, seemingly regaining his usual, cold, indifferent and overall despicable composure. Rushing after her and pushing her forward again.

-”I won’t ! You never gave me my freedom…I will take it myself !” She attempted to free herself from him again, roaring and clawing at him, landing one of her hot hand on his arm. He cried out when a part of his skin melted. She looked around her. There won’t be anything she was going to miss. She actually wanted to see it all burn to ashes. She concentrated even more onto her anger, flames forming at her hands, and she unleashed them onto the furniture, and everything else that could possibly burn. Her father lunged at her in a desperate attempt for this to stop, but she quickly dodged him, throwing more fire spells in every other possible direction. The flames were burning everything and were going wild with her rage, forming a thick, suffocating smoke. The door banged open and her father’s friend stood here, bewildered, blocking the way out. He bellowed something she did not understand. Crackles from the fire could be heard everywhere. She looked at him. He was bellowing at her. She realized she had a bloody fantasy involving him. He too, lunged at her. She did not even dodge this time. She lunged forward, roaring and tearing out his throat with her claws. Blood splattered. She ran out, her father following shortly after her, although in a rather blind fashion. He bellowed her name, looking around for her. She ran to the nearest bush, hiding behind it. She crouched. She was free, at last. She stood here, out of breath, looking at the flames which had been taking gigantic proportions, now. It fascinated her and she had her eyes wide open, as if she was afraid to miss anything. The fear started to dissipate. He would not lock her up or hurt her, now, no longer. She rose, giving a last look on the ashes that this “home” had become. She smirked, contemplating her job.

She looked around, thinking of all the things there was still to do and the world to explore. She then turned her heels and jumped in the opposite direction, towards the forest.

Demonic Encounter (Aborted project snippet)

This was supposed to be a short snippet about me (or rather, my character, Lùnsheynn) meeting The-Zombie-Cat‘s character / avatar (Zee an undead night elf / troll hybrid, plague knight class), and The-Cerzz‘s Character (Bo’Zane the demon Lord of the Third circle of Hell). Their universe is set in a modified version of World of Warcraft. The snippet was supposed to be a cross between mine and their world, but I fell out of love, and grew tired with this, when they didn’t bother answering my questions about their characters (after a 3 (and more) months wait).

Scene one happens in one of the lush forest of the East on Wyrdaenia (my world).
Scene two happens on Azeroth, I don’t know where, precisely. Zane wants to absolutely visit Wyrdaenia (probably to destroy it to assert his dominance), but Lùnsheynn is denying him this, making him angry in his over-developed pride, and so threatens Lùnsheynn who threatens him in turn. I know my character would probably have been dead already, given Zane’s foul temper and tendency to overreact on everything, but I just wanted to write a tense scene between the two.

Feel free to critique, comment (but please keep in mind that this is an aborted project and may not get edited, refined or updated in any way, unless one of the two writers show a deep interest in it). 🙂

Lùnsheynn (c) Aurore MetalFeline Ciholas
Zee (c) Misty Miller AKA The-Zombie-Cat
Bo’Zane (c) Carey Villers AKA The-Cerzz
Do NOT use, edit, copy, redistribute, make money off of it, or whatever else, without my expressed written permission !
Thank you.

 

Scene One : Beginning. Meeting Zee who got lost.

I was out since twilight, and it has been getting darker, further into the night, ever since. Of course, in such a deep forest, even if it was during day, the people jokingly said that you couldn’t really see the difference. The bioluminesence of the plants was now making it’s way to lighten up the environement made of purples, blues and greens, and my eyes were starting to close from the effort of the hunt and my now full stomach of the antelope I had caught, maybe half an hour ago. Not that I needed such a big animal for one diner, but I would make several days with it.
The spring breeze was blowing lightly in my face, bringing the usual, seemingly calm, sound of the forest and its inhabitants into my ears, which were anything but at rest. I had nothing to fear right now and was really starting to doze off, when I heard a rather loud crack. Magic. I got up on my four legs, still in my therian form (a rather big animal form, resembling a big feline), my pointed, long ears instantly pointing to where the sound was coming from, and a low growl escaped my throat despite myself. I quickly hid the freshly killed prey and its smell under some soil, and jumped from where I was. I made my way through the branches and lush vegetation until I could see what was causing that.
The breeze gave a turn and blew me a smell of soil after the rain, even though it hasn’t been raining for days, now. An humanoid figure detached itself before my eyes as I approched yet closer, a female, or so it seemed. She was moving in every direction possible, looking a the canopy and elsewhere, rubbing the side of her neck. Surely she was lost. And she didn’t look like anything I ever saw before. She didn’t seem to have any claws or a tail, no horns, nothing I knew, except for her glowing green eyes, which reminded me of the immortal species I am a part of. Her hair was a dark purple hue, like the night itself, her skin was pale grey and she had several scars. She was probably a warrior of some sort. And she seemed…too pale to be even alive. I could sense her life-force…she was undead.

 

Scene Two : Zane wants to visit Wyrdaenia (my world).

-I’m not going to tell you how, anyway, so quit it.”
-I’ll quit whatever I want, whenever I want.” Zane growled in my ear, his hand still firm on my throat. He started menacing me. “You don’t seem to grasp…”
-“What ?” I cut him short, exasperated. “What would you even do with it ? Destroy it ? Do you think I don’t know what you want ?! I’m the guardian and the sole representant of this world, here in Azeroth, it’s up to me to decide who’s getting there, and if this doesn’t please…”
He pushed his hand in my throat yet further, and this time, I really choked on my words.
-“If this doesn’t please me, I will make you beg.” He snarled, pushing into my throat again, making the rocks crack behind me.
-“If I don’t beg you now, I won’t beg later. Release me.” I gasped in between two words.
-“I don’t take orders from mortals.“, he snarled, making sure he utterred the last word slowly.
I smirked. I didn’t care. I extended the claws slightly from my hand which was holding his wrist, trying to push away from my throat. I let my claws slightly touch his skin. He hissed.
-“Call me a mortal all you want. It was not an order, but an advice.”, I growled. “Just know that if you don’t release me, I will make it myself, and that’s going to hurt, by the looks of it. And I don’t want to make anyone hurt.”

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 (http://metalfeline.deviantart.com/art/OLD-Lunsheynn-new-design-345182234, and the even older other design of her http://metalfeline.deviantart.com/art/OLD-Sunshynn-ref-sheet-251955457 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