#inkober2017 Day 2 : The Lioness with Sofia Heimann, 4th in line for the Neo Raito crown and quite the rebellious princess ! (One of my favorite characters from the later parts of the Otter World Trilogy)

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#inkober2017 Day 2 : The Lioness with Sofia Heimann, 4th in line for the Neo Raito crown and quite the rebellious princess ! (One of my favorite characters from the later parts of the Otter World Trilogy)
First day of Inktober using the non official anthropomorphic animals list. How fitting that the first day's centered around foxes, cause I can use Leo from the Chronicles of the Otter World :D
Leo Davis and Lara Edelson, cosplaying as Izuku and Ochaco from My Hero Academia, because obviously precious children may be playing precious children :D
Yes or no?
Maybe?
I don't know... Can you repeat the question ?
The Chronicles of the Otter World : Eastern Tails – Episode 1 – Part 2
“Erm... Dad ?”
Yûzô turned around. He was surprised to see his son arrive with a young kutz with light fur. She was wearing a black tank-top and ample trousers, maintained by a belt that also kept a sword from falling. The most striking thing about her was her hair : most of the shorter strands went around her face and her forehead. But she also had longer ones at the back and they were all perfectly hanging upwards in some sort of tube, resulting in a hairy explosion that some naysayers would've called an odd-looking feather duster1. Looking at her, Yûzô could estimate she was about two or three years older than his son.
“Yes ? Afternoon ?” said the hundini, hesitante at the sight of this fairly unpleasant rebellious look.
“Good afternoon. The name's Rie Mizuko. Are you this school's head teacher ?”
Yûzô stepped forward. “Well yes. It is I. Yûzô Kazehiko, spiritual grandson of Makoto Kazehiko, founder of this school. You say your name is Mizuko ? Which school are you from ?”
“Mine.”
The hundini frowned. “Odd. Never heard of it.”
“That's normal.” calmly said the kutz. “I didn't get the chance to open it yet, though it is only a matter of time.”
“Oh ? But... Were you taught by anyone before ?”
Rie nodded. “No. I learned everything by myself.”
Jun's father scratched his chin. “Interesting. You... Do know we're considered by many to be the best school of the country, right ?” He saw the kutz's positive response. “So you know that by challenging me, you're asking a duel with who is supposedly the strongest fighter in all of Johsei, right ?”
“That still remains to be proven.” arrogantly replied the young woman.
The man smiled. “I see. You know, if your arrogance is as big as your talent, then humbling you will be an interesting pleasure.”
Rie smiled in turn. “Heh, then I hope so !”
“That's quite some confidence you've got there... Like my son, in fact. And it turns out that the last time he tried to beat me, he ended up miserably losing, so I guess it's up to you.”
Jun raised his finger to add some context to his defeat before reconsidering, as it would shame him and his father both.
“Perfect !” replied Rie. “Because for now, no one has ever managed to beat me.”
“Now that's quite the claim you're making ! Come with me. We're going to see if your track record's worth anything.”
***
The two fighters went to the school's training field, located indoors. Yûzô gave Rie a wooden sword before taking his own. “Protections ?” suggested the hundini.
“No need.” replied the kutz.
Yûzô smiled before they went into position. Naoki, Jun and a few students sat on the benches, some with popcorn in hand.
Yûzô sighed at the sight of his passive son. “Jun, care to give the signal, please ?”
Jun jumped, then immediately got up. After making sure his father and Rie were ready, the young hundini gave the signal.
No one moved for the following twenty seconds. Yûzô raised his brow, surprised.
It was this precise moment Rie chose to run up to her opponent and try to land him a blow. Seeing that he managed to easily parry it, the kutz stepped back. She was surprised to see him not take this opportunity to counter-attack.
They took five seconds to observe each other, while no one in the audience understood what was going on. The only sound that could be heard was one of the students munching at his popcorn. “Very interesting.” said Yûzô.
He stepped forward. Rie reinforced her guard. Seeing the hundini was about to strike, she tried to take advantage of the opening he left to strike, only to notice he had foreseen it, parried and landed a heavy counter-attack.
Rie stepped back, managing to avoid it by a hair's length.
It was the ideal moment for Yûzô to go all out and try to hit the kutz, who managed to parry them all. The hundini then stepped back to admire his opponent. Jun saw the glee in his father's eyes. He had finally managed to confront someone worth something.
“That was a nice warm-up !” said Rie in a provoking tone.
Yûzô smiled. “Then let's crank things up to eleven, shall we ?”
The kutz bobbed her head on the side. “Let's go, then !”
Both adversaries exchanged blows at frighteningly high speed. So much so that even Jun had a hard time keeping a track of them, despite the years he had spent observing and challenging his father. After twenty seconds of restless fighting, Rie and Yûzô stepped back. The kutz started to hop around, breathing lightly. “Not bad for an old timer !”
Yûzô laughed. “Heh, you'll have ahard time offending me. I take great pride in my age !”
The kutz couldn't help but smile.
“However...”
Without any warning, Yûzô was at the kutz's side, landing a heavy blow to the ribs, then at the back of her knee, making her flinch before finally putting his wooden blade to her throat.
“Your lack of maturity can be the cause of your downfall. I won.”
Jun raised his arm, declaring the match was over. Rie was petrified in fear.
Yûzô turned around and went back to his place before properly saluting his opponent. “In any case, I congratulate you. You gave me one hell of a duel and you definitely have to potential to lead the greatest school of the country !”
***
After a good glass of water, Rie decided it was time for her to leave.
“Where do you intend to go ?” asked Yûzô.
“I don't know yet. Where the wind carries me, I suppose.”
Yûzô raised his brow. “You don't have a home ?”
“No. My family has been decimated by the Tôzawa clan long ago. I know vengeance isn't an option, as eradicating these bastards would only weaken the territory they hold, but if I can fend them off and teach others how to defend what they hold dearest, then my life will have at least a bit of meaning.”
“I see...” Yûzô looked thoughtful. “Well why not stay with us for a bit ? I could teach you and you'd have a roof to stay under !”
Rie smiled at the hundini. “I appreciate the offer, but I'd rather walk my own path. Alone. And staying in this place for too long... Not my thing.”
The master raised his shoulders. “Fair enough. In any case, know that you'll always be welcome here. Oh, and just a small piece of advice : do not hesitate to go to the other schools and learn from them. Your style is great and all, but a fait bit too predictable and not diverse enough.” Then he looked at his son. “Same goes to you when you'll be of age, because right now you're as readable as an open book.”
Rie laughed. “It hasn't fallen on deaf ears ! Thank you for your hospitality and don't worry. Once my school is built, I'll come back to get your number one title and put it on mine.”
“Heh, we'll see ! Farewell, then.”
***
Two years passed. Every full moon, Jun tried to challenge his father and every full moon he miserably failed. But the more days passed, the more confident he felt. He knew it was only a matter of time before he'd be strong enough to beat him and become the new Master of the Kazehiko school. Sure, he knew he wouldn't earn infinite wealth – after all, he and his family lived quite modestly – but he'd be at the head of the most powerful school of all Johsei ! Everyone would go up to him to challenge him and he'd be able to put his honor on the line, all the while demonstrating his name had quite some worth.
Yes. By the next full moon, Jun would manage to beat his father and he'd continue his work.
That or the full moon after this one. Or the one after. But in any case, it was one of the coming ones. Jun knew it.
1Though said naysayers wouldn't be able to say that twice, as the punch they would've received would've knocked their nasty lights out.
The Chronicles of the Otter World : Eastern Tails – Episode 1 – Part 1
PROLOGUE
The Boy and the Swordsman
“Careful, it might sting a little.”
Naomi delicately put on her son's muzzle a piece of cotton soaked in disinfectant.
Jun winced. “Eeek !”
“I find it hard to believe you tripped on such a small rock. If you weren't my son, I would've felt quite ashamed.”
“... Thanks, Mom.” replied Jun, annoyed.
“Rule number erm... Orange : always look at your surroundings before engaging the ennemy.” said a strong voice from the other room.
“But I was looking !” said Jun.
“Well it looks like you weren't looking hard enough, then.” Yûzô started to laugh.
Jun sighed. One of the most important fights of his life... Ruined because of a pebble !
The boy's father came into the room drying his hair with a towel. “Bah, it's okay. We'll try again at the next full moon.” He smiled. “Seems like I'm to remain the master of the school for another month !”
The young hundini looked at his father with a menacing gaze. “You'll see... I'll train even harder and I will beat you next time !”
“Heh, good luck on that ! Though to be fair, I couldn't really judge your level tonight, soooo...” Yûzô stuck out his toungue at his son, who growled.
“Oh, will you stop it, you two ? You both look like children...” said Naomi, sighing.
***
Tak. Fwack. Whack. Tac.
Yûzô arrived in the training room with a cup of coffee in his hand, yawning and stretching with the other arm. He was surprised to see his son already up and sweating, as he had been intensely training for now more than half an hour.
“Well that one early bird right here !”
Jun didn't hear his father's malicious tone, too preoccupied by teaching a lesson to the training dummy.
With a slow and disinterested step, Yûzô took one of the practice swords, walked towards his son and parried with one arm the last angrily given swing destined at the mannequin.
The young man's ear twitched to his left, followed by his head as he saw his father happily sip his coffee. Jun smiled as he saw Yûzô opening an eye, shiowing confidence and malice. The boy's grip on the sword tightened as he repeatedly tried to hit his father, who effortlessly parried every blow all the while drinking his hot beverage. The young hundini felt vexed that his elder seemed more focused on his drink rather than on his assault.
“S'not like that you'll be able to become master of this school, sonny.” slyly said Yûzô.
Jun grunted as he decided to go much faster, though even by doing so, he never managed to hit his rival.
Finally done with his coffee, the hundini threw his mug into the air, took the time to reajust his glasses, then gripped his sword with both hands only to deal one single blow and catch the mug as it arrived near his hand.
For a few seconds, nothing happened.
Crick.
Jun's eyes widened as he heard his wooden sword crack, then snap in half as the top of the blade fell a few metres away.
Yûzô noticed there was still a small drop of coffee at the bottom of the mug, so he decided to drink it before heading out of the room. Without bothering to turn around, he said. “Strength and anger are useless against people like me, son.”
Jun couldn't see his father jubilating, focusing instead on the remains of his sword. He realized he couldn't stand a chance as of now.
***
Jun entered his room, tired. It wasn't a huge bedroom and there wasn't a lot of furniture to be seen. There only was a wardrobe for his clothes and a low set of shelves for his books as well as a bed and a small table for him to study and read... Well, in a theoretical sense, as the young hundini largely prefered reading from his bed, so the table's only purpose was for him to put his sword on it.
The hundini leapt head forst on the matress as his arm reached for the first book that came to hand. It was a comic that had long been worn out thanks to repeated readings, created by a johseian artist who had fallen in love with one of David de Redalia's History books1. The artist's love was such that he had decided to make this part of History accessible to anyone by incorporating beautifully drawn pictures.
The book told the story of the Dyisian War, which opposed a corrupted king to a simple Lutrician smith and how the smith won the battle thank to a pretty well thought-out ruse and the help of the Gygax, a dragon that the mysterious people of Attilaxia had managed to tame. Unfortunately, said taming was only useful at the time of the war, as the beast decimated them a few decades afterwards. The origins of this monster, renamed the Demon of Dyisia, have always been vague, to the point nobody could clearly say if it was one millenial dragon or a race of creatures that secretly dwelled on the island, as anyone who tried to find him or them after Attilaxia's destruction never had the chance to say anything.
Last time rumours had emerged about the Gygax's awakening, it was less than fifty years ago. Since then, nothing. The dragon had the habit of coming out every fifty years, too, so it was only a matter of time before people would know if it or they still existed or not.
Jun dreamt he'd be strong enough to fight it or them. And he'd train to do just that. After all, if the people of Attilaxia had managed to tame one for a few years, then it meant there was a way to sway or beat them.
The young hundini read the story once more with a smile on his face. Yes, one day, he'd go to Dyisia and he'd confront the Gygax !
1This overworking journalist not only is immortal, but he also came from another world one hundred and fifty years ago, as he had heard of this world and made everything in his power to come here. And since he has Passed*, he ressembles a slightly crazy-looking fox who can very clearly see events that have happened in the Past, to the point he became the world's most reliable historian. Unfortunately, his power activates at random, so he only can write fragments of History, and even then, he needs to get them greenlit by the god Edgar, as he sterly refuses for events that have happened before the Year Zero to be leaked. Because of his immortality, he lives in Limberg with his wife, Timothy Ellys and the rest of the Gang of Immortals.
* The Passage is a ritual only gods can do, as it allows to anyone to have their inner powers awakened... On the condition that their heart is Pure, as anyone who still has seeds of darkness in them see them exponantially grow, to the point they can devour him from the inside. Fortunately, some kind and swift gods manage to get rid of people's darkness, but the consequences can be pretty terrible, depending on how long it took them to save their victims. The most visible consequence is that if people who have Passed use their powers, they progressively turn into monsters. On planets similar as ours, it's not so bad, as people usually transform into anthropomorphic animals... But on others, things can get pretty messed up and horrifying...
The Chronicles of the Otter World : Eastern Tails - Episode 0
A vast field lit only by the pale moonlight. Not too far from it, the sound of crickets cheering two proud warriors who are silently gazing at each other.
One of them is a hundini wearing a long cream kimono with an ample pair of trousers. His youthful face and dark eyes are ablaze with confidence, as the four pointy tufts of dark blond fur leaping out of his muzzle and his short brown hair are brimming with energy. His big left hand is already on the pommel of his sword, ready to be drawn.
The other fighter is... Well, also a hundini. He too wears a kimono of the same color, albeit one with his school's crest embroidened on his chest : three squiggly lines under what seems to be the moon's crescent. Why such a weird symbol ? Nobody knows, though everyone could say with confidence that this hundini's face gives out an impression of peacefulness, which contrasts well with his opponent. His short muzzle also leads to eight pointy tufts of light blond fur, which looks purer. His hair is shorter, though as ruffled and greyer, as if he had been as wild as his adversary in a far off time. From lighter eyes hidden behind a pair of round glasses, he calmly observes the other hundini's stance. His right hand isn't even touching the pommel of his blade yet.
The two hundinis are staring at each other. A cloud gets in the way of the moon, covering the field in darkness. They both know light will only shine on the victor.
In the greatest of calms, they are waiting. The young hundini swiftly glances at the sky. Soon. He breathes heavily. The older hundini patiently awaits.
The cloud ends his travel. Light starts coming back to the field as the young man rushes towards the old one, who starts doing the same, finally putting his hand on the pommel of his sword. The young man, meanwhile, has already started to draw his blade.
And as they are barely metres away from each other and that the old hundini is finally about to unsheath his sword, a small rock meets the young hundini's sandal, making him trip and miserably plummet to the ground.
For a few seconds, absolutely nothing happens. Only the sound of the wind blowing can be heard.
“Oooooooow...”
The old hundini leans towards the young one. “Are you okay, Jun ?”
The young hundini doesn't move, feeling utterly ashamed. “Yes, Dad... Oooooow...”
Some stories begin with high feats and memorable scenes. Today's story might not open with the most epic of confrontations, but, well, you know... You can't really choose how they begin now, can you ?
The year is 1025. The place ? The mysterious land of Johsei, a country torn by an underground war between men and women who seek limitless power. Fortunately, this conflict will finally end in the next three years. Not with smiles, friendship and rainbows, but in tragedy, blood, tears and a whole lot of emotional pain. This story is far from being a happy stroll through some fields, which is why I chose to write it down here. Obviously, it won't be doom and gloom all the time, as there will be quite a few happy and funny moments too, because life is just that : made up of highs sometimes really high and lows going as deep as the abyss. Life is also made up of contrasts, and appearances can be all too deceiving... But anyway, I'm rambling and it's not really productive to say it all in the intro ! Let us give out a bit of leeway for suspense to seep in, okay ?
Also, real talk : this story is very intimately tied to another book I've written, which is called The Many Lives of Leo Davis and is bound to come out on store shelves by, erm... 2020, I hope (it's a really huge series). Some events in one series may have consequences on the other, but I did my best to make both stories as independent as possible so that both tell their own story. Then again, just so you know and can be up to speed as fast as possible, there are six races in the Otter World : the lutrises (otter people), the hundinis (dog people), the kutzes (cat people), the beayerns (beaver people), the konijins (rabbit people) and the raions (lion people). Before they were all mysteriously wiped out five-hundred years prior to the events of these series, there existed another race, called the attilax (meerkat people) and any other type of animal represented come from other worlds in this Multiverse, are called Strangers and usually have some sort of super-power, but you'll see them fairly quickly, as one of them is one of our heroes.
So yeah, there's quite a bit of lore to uncover as the pages go by and I will make sure to give explanations if there ever needs to be any. Eastern Tails is there to make you discover another side of this world. A darker and much more “realistic” one, which I hope you will enjoy finding out !
Happy reading !
- David de Redalia
The Crimson King ! She was created this week during one of my "brain fart" sessions. I thought he'd get the axe, but the more I drew her, the more I liked him... To the point she'll become Leo's greatest threat, as we don't know on which side he's on. After all, she kinda looks evil and michievous, doesn't he ?
And here's a couple of portraits, one dating from yesterday for a Tweet-peep and some sort of astrological self-portrait, as I'm born under the Leo sign (coincidence with the books ? Newpe, not even)... Though my face isn't as round as this fella ^^'
I've been working on my books for the past three years and never was I able to draw Stan Verdi, the Babylonian God (the bloke on the left). Also here's Leo on the right in human form And where I experimented a style.
Random doodles of Lara, some villain from a spin-off series I'm cooking up, eyes(eyes everywhere !) + a glimpse at Sarah Crawford, the evil Dante and some random demon thingy where I threw various design elements And it kinda stuck.
Yeah, s'been a while. But I really feel proud of this one ! Lara is pretty much the best character in the series. And she can display every kind of emotion, which makes her interesting to draw.
Here’s Lara, one of the main characters from my book dressed like Joris from the Dofus movie, because hot damn, that movie is awesome !
Erm... Hi ?
Hello Tumblr people !
S’been quite a while I’ve been stalking the site, but never have I made a formal introduction. So... Here goes !
The name’s Ben or Red. I’m French. My ID says I’m 23 and I’m a writer working on French gaming sites here and there and on a series of books I intend to one day translate into English if I have enough time (imagine translating the first volume of A Song of Ice and Fire and you can imagine why this ain’t hyping me much ^^’).
Also, even though my pic shows a badger version of me mug, I much prefer foxes. The badger thing is just because I’m the “king of badgers”, which translated into French, can be interpreted as the king of fools. Bref, French visual puns.
Also, since I have no idea what to say more, I’ll just go away with a “whoosh” sound.
Whoosh.