Random Shedrak's things

Hello, shedrak here. This blog will have things about my interests, my books or funny things. Ask whatever you want, I don't bite! Much... More about me and the blog inside the blue circles!

[shedrak1221]

New me

You beautiful people! Yes you, you know who you are. I’m back, but not here. I’m at https://flyingfoxwriter.tumblr.com/ 

Like free stuff? Have some free books at: https://www.flyingfoxwriter.com/

It’s not much, not yet, but it’s honest work!

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Inactive

To anyone still checking on me: I am dealing with life. Please, if you wish to contact me, do so at:  [email protected] 

I love you all, you know who, the ones that still send me nudges from time to time, and don’t hate me for not having the strength to answer.

I will come back one day, as a new me. I’m working on it.

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“I was doing some warm up doodles some time ago and realized I never drew anyone besides Alexis and boi we gotta change that xD”

Stupid me and my inactivity... I am not ever in tumblr.

Going through some hard times; this, this means a lot. It is beautiful, Lewanei. I can’t thank you enough @lewanei

[haloblitz]

He fall

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[shedrak1221]

I wish I could animate like this. Stop drawing my silly things and expand on your amazing new world! 

[haloblitz]

So, here he is, doggo-bear-cat [aka Lykaios] with long whip tails with flowy ends and a slim lower body!

I have a small pocket full of knowledge on design, and while i’m no expert now, I may be one day, and I really like the ideas you presented! And in small form too, a lynx with floppy ears, I love it X3!

Here’s my take on his large form [with some technical collaboration!] I can make any edits to this drawing if anything’s inaccurate, he is really fun to draw. (Now I wonder how he will look animated.. let’s find out! ^^)

Edited Drawing~

Loreal pupper XD

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This. This is it. Mind if I make it official? Yes? No? Sorry, if no, I MUST steal this. It’s canon. *Runs off with drawing*

I picture his hair flowing back like that in the wind. Or when he scoffs. Which thinking how usually he does... okay, it flows about all the time. It has no chance to flop down at the side. HECK, he even has the long neck I imagine; perfect for mauly jumps...

[haloblitz]

Flying pupper!! <3

(24 frames! Wish it was better quality. I’m gonna transfer it to flipaclip eventually and go over it with darker lines/color it :)

AND

GOLDEN DORK BUT FEATHERED!! :D

4 frames. Repeats twice. 1 second.

Lip-sync on point. (Not gonna sound anything like him, but it’s gonna look really cool with the song!)

The final video will look much more complete than this. Backgrounds will be colored, some with scenes, and there will be much more movement! (And the others too. I’m planning this thing out by the timing, so that it follows the events of Golden Wings! ^^)

59 seconds to go after this is finished! :D

[shedrak1221]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. 

This talent should not be wasted animating my silly stuff!

But... I can’t lie. You have actually managed to make me look forward to something (Cause I am a mess lately).

I can’t wait to see which scene this belongs to (if it does). I’m scratching my brain trying to remember GW when he had his wings.

[haloblitz]

The fox-wolf-bear-kitsune-looking-demon has been drawn! With a bit of background too, but that’s just to add a bit of something extra! Okay, maybe to make a silly pokemon-like vine joke…

*shows black silhouette only*

Who’s that Demon?

IT’S MYSTERY

It’s Lykaios!

FUUUDDGGEE

‘Twas but a facade, I knew it was Lykaios all along + they would have distinctively different silhouettes. Stop stating the obvious Halo.

Lykaios is as cool as Mystery, maybe cooler, because being inspired by something you like is always really awesome!

He was also really fun to draw, I took some references from wolves and your drawing, and took it to this level. As close as I can get to the realistic-like version of him in my mind, and I tried to match that but nope, and i’m not quite there yet. [Plus there’s the difficulty of my blurry imagination. Creative, vast, and detailed, but the downside? The clarity is 95% of the time about the equivalent of looking through someone else’s glasses with a higher prescription. So writing or art tends to magnify it, and I find out what I see is actually pretty close!

Complexity also seems to help, like with Phil for example, another reason I may have gotten so close is that his personality was able to better the image of him in my mind, so to me, you write effectively complex characters!]

Lykaios is pretty interesting to me, I like his role in the family and his interactions with the girls. He also thinks about his actions and his views, and generally gets me to like his character.

Though when he used to tease Alexis in Golden Wings I questioned him a bit but I overall like him, and with me you can guess that i’m interested in everything you write (but on different levels, so there’s my ranges of liking! :)

And now for bonus pictures, because you added a picture of your bunny that one time, behold, my puppy, JJ!

He’s cute, and also rambunctious and rebellious.

D o  n o t  l e a v e  s o c k s u n a t t e n d e d.

And more German shepherd cuteness-

They arranged themselves in a heart! The perfect way to end this post <3!

[shedrak1221]

DOGGOS! *_*

I love your drawing.

He really does look like Mystery. (My brain always pictures him with bigger torso, shorter snout and the mane almost reaching the front claws). 

My sister ALWAYS tells me to redesign him. Full redesign, into a feline. Tails mainly. To avoid glaring similarity. Maybe one day I’ll come to doing it. I think I would need to make him more cat like, with thinner tails in big form. Dunno, she keeps bugging me about it, and she is right.

It makes me happy to hear you like him. He is definitely a mean critter.

I LOVE DOGS. You get my doggos as thanks for cheering me up so much, with drawing and your good boy. I am exhausted these days with my job and studies. These are Diana and Apollo, brothers. The yellow collared one is Diana:

[haloblitz]

Fanart charged to 100% maximum power *launches it in tumblr catapult with a note* *Whips out megaphone and screams at the top of lungs from across the Atlantic* SHEDRAK IS LOVED BY HER FANS !!!!!!!!!!!!

Note reads:

Hi again! Here’s a full color drawing of my interpretation of Philander, worked pretty hard on it, do you like it?

I worked with his first description and how I see him. The robe is newer though, and I made it super flowy because it’s a bit windy and he’s on a hill, (because he was unintentionally leaning too much before, but it worked out when I moved him!) One of the aspects I liked to draw was his wings. The scars might be more visible than they are described (though he has new ones, correct?), but anyways some of the darker feathers in this drawings are meant to indicate how wounds that have healed or where past ones have been. I like details :)

Me, attempting to be subtle with hints that I was planning to draw Philander:

The word “blitzkrieg” in my last comment meaning “lightning war”. Also, a swift victory, which this was not swift lol. But I did have fun drawing the lightning flowing through his shield!

Philander’s an intriguing character (I didn’t bring up that conversation again to not spoil it completely, but the interest and likelihood might have been a hint ^^)

The date. February 14th is Valentine’s Day!

Who better for this day than a character with a name like “Philander”?

I also promised headcanons too, so here are some headcanons!

-At one point I wondered if Philander had a last name. I’m assuming he doesn’t need one for the story, but thinking about that for fun, I found one, Lockhart.   Scottish: of uncertain origin, probably from a Germanic personal name composed of the elements loc ‘lock’, 'bolt’ + hard 'hardy’, 'brave’, 'strong’. English: occupational name for a herdsman in charge of a sheep or cattlefold, from Old English loc 'enclosure’, 'fold’ + hierde 'herd(er)’. So thinking symbolically to some of his characteristics and somewhat metaphorically if I were to compare a follower to a “sheep” and a “herdsman” to an angel or leader, it works perfectly for me. So that’s what I call him in my mind sometimes; Philander Lockhart. :)

-I actually had this one before I noticed you had a playlist, which definitely made it feel a lot more relevant. There was this song I like that I feel like could apply to when Philander and his followers fought against Zelophehad’s army:

(The lyrics are in a link in the description of the actual video, where the song can also be played a few times at the same time as reading if needed :)

Here’s one kinda related to Valentine’s Day:

Explanation: Zelophehad attempts to fake flirt with Philander and completely fails.

I ran into this vine and thought the idea was funny so i’m putting it here :P

So here is the third gift! This one took A LOT of work and the likelihood I make another one in the future is high, but for now i’m gonna let my determination for this cool off for this, even though this has been really fun. I’ll be readying for a type of science tournament, i’m hoping I win a medal! Whoop!

Bonus:

DARKENED AND LIT UP

I hope you’re having a great Valentine’s Day! <3

[shedrak1221]

*Shedrak hears wattpad notification while on boring office job*

*shedrak sneaking a peek into tumblr post while she should be studying*

*Shedrak dying knowing she can’t give the most elaborate answer until she has some time to breathe out of her adulthood chains* 

Now, I will tell you, I can’t put into words how this makes me feel.

First, I still do not understand how or why you and others take time to read these silly stories of mine (Maybe those ancient rudimentary bad fanfics no less!). Not only that, but go as far as to make fanart... The madness is unending!

How? Why? Who are you and where have you lost your sanity? I am but a crazy woman, making crazy tales, all from a little town, locked in a little room, on some spanish mountain!

Okay, second:

HOW DO YOU GET THAT MUCH DETAIL ONTO THE PHIL?! 

He is uncannily close. So close. (I had imagined his cheeks a little less puffy. BUT I prefer these now. I want to pinch them. Very painfully while making a >:3  face). The only other thing that differs from the image in my brain, is the pants. I imagine all angels, except farmers, with pants that reach their sandals or boots. Is he wearing pants? That area has the same color as skin. I suck at deciding what colors mean. If it IS free leg, I am not complaining, as I have not written about pants. What are pants, how to fit them into plot? Honestly, Phil could just be very old fashioned. I do not want pants. I can perfectly see him showing those legs...   *Wild edit: Ok, I see you say they are NEW clothes. Ignore my points. I’m sleepy.

(I am using all these silly gifs because I do not have my tablet at hand to draw a better silly thing. But honestly, everything would pale in comparison to your drawing).

“ Lockhart”. Yes. I like it. Even more when I am high on tiredness and I’m just hearing “Lock hard!” in Einar’s angry voice, complaining how lenient Phil is with the dungeon. Now more seriously, I like things with hidden meaning.

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I really love using music to imagine movie-like scenes. When I can, I will definitely add this song to the playlist:

“ The sky is red and smoke darkens the horizon I guess once again a force or foe is terrorizing.

I remember days were never black but that’s over Now that every day a demon’s back And I’ve had it. “

Very fitting.

Lewanei, praised be, said once: “Shedrak, your heacanons are the canon!”. WELL STEP ASIDE EVERYONE ‘CAUSE I SLAM CANON ONTO THE TABLE, IN VINE FORM.

If you don’t win that medal I will throw a fit. *A silent fit while surrounded by purchase orders and boring business meetings. But a fit nonetheless.* My thoughts will be loud.

I plan on uploading the next chapter during the weekend. I hope. Half of it is done.

<3

[haloblitz]

Alexis’s rabbit friend, Abiel :)

Didn’t plan on officially posting this, but then I thought, why not? So I did, and I feel like there’s a few ways the leather straps could secure the stilts and function as well, but ending up with this way, I think it might work? (Maybe with some adjustments? I’d probably be more sure if after school on Wednesday and Thursday I have had more time to draw and my art program wasn’t being difficult :P)

Luckily, I get the chance to draw later today and over the weekend on the new interpreted design, as I plan to post it next Thursday.

That one will also have a few extra headcanons of my own too, so hoping it turns out as interesting as planned! :D

Phew.. I had to write this all twice because the internet hecked up. I’m extremely tired now, i’ll be up later on.. *hops into bed* goodnight!

[shedrak1221]

!!! Bunny?! Shedrak LOVES bunnies. All of them. <3

Yes... yes! The bunny council has determined that the drawing shall be stolen, as it is a great portrayal of cuteness. It is theirs now. You did a great job. Far better than I could ever draw the little ball of fur. And best of all, he has that... how to say it... look in his eye. That smugness and judgment. Half closed eye. Just... let me put some examples of what I think when I imagine Abiel’s expressions:

This last white one is Shiny, my bun. He has been a model for Abiel in my brain when needed. However, Shiny is too round, he only shares the personality. Abiel is more spiky and slender. And black of course.

PS: I can’t ever draw the stilts, so your version is perfect. I have spoken.

[haloblitz]

For Shedrak1221

And for anyone else who sees this, this is Einar. He deserved it!

I also may or may not have accidentally stabbed his side while drawing that sword. Had to be surgically removed. He made me pay for it all by being a pain to draw.

He also wanted to kill me

So I acted in self defense

I smacked him and ran.

Anyways, I hope you like this random messy sketch I made. I had fun trying to interpret how he looks by finding a few a descriptions and headcanonning some details while drawing. I hope it’s a least a bit accurate! :)

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Let’s get the seal of approval from the one who can judge best!

Alexis approves.

Now seriously. I am so thankful for the fanart! He is perfect! (Not really, because he is a horrible person and psycho). Everyone would punch him.

[shedrak1221]

I already love the 2nd book I can't wait for more! But I have a question cos one thing is kinda confusing me. Does Ayako know she's the one that cut off Alex's wings? Or only that someone did (I kinda figured that what's going on now is before the ending of the previous book?) ALSO HOLY MOLY WHO IS THIS ON YOUR SIDE PICTURE.

Thak you Lewanei ^-^  Honestly, you reading this story is what pushes me to keep posting it XD

Well, she believes it was the villain of the first book who cut his wings. From the first book:"Ayako, this is not easy to explain...When I fell, some time ago, he did chase me. He kept me away, instead of killing me." Before Ayako could say anything, he fastened his words. "O-one day, I ran away... and another devil found me. I lost my wings... But Uriel saved me from death in time; for I was his angel, at the mercy of another demon. You know how they feel sometimes, he was enraged."She does not know. Her last hunt is foggy, she does not remember the face of the angel, nor the color of the wings. She bought what they told her.

The one in the drawing in my blog? Oh, somebody who has a lot to do with the dispute between angels and demons. A lot. He is not a known threat... yet. Heh, the history of this universe is kinda bloody.Let me tell you, Ashen wings is going to be freaking LONG. The beggining is slow, very slow, I know. I tried to begin when the first one ended, but it didn’t work. I need... bonds. Anyone who has read my stories knows I like to bring conflict. I just need to set things right, before torturing characters again.

[golden-wings-novel]

Ashen wings

The sequel of Golden wings, the second book in the planned trilogy, is finally published. Following the lives of the trio and their new struggles, this book dwells into matters like family, hatred, vengeance and the history of this foreign world. Unexpected events cause the protagonists to search for answers, which they may not need, in hopes of understanding themselves. What they find may not be what they hoped for, being instead a danger far greater than them.

A new life, new threats, new enemies until then hidden; will it be too much for them to bare? If you liked the first book, you can read Ashen wings here.

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Hello! Im not sure if you have any restrictions on what you write based off of prompts, but I just finished your warm waves AU and I was wondering if you would be willing to consider a oneshot? So heres my idea; what if Arthur is swimming around one day for whatever reason, but Lewis and Vivi arent with him. And he runs across another killer whale mer who is really confused as to why Arthur isnt scared of him? Again, im not sure if this is ok to ask for but its been in my head for a while now.

A quick one; sorry it’s so late, I’ve been really busy and off this site. Hope you like it!

The waves were not as warm today. A soft but persistent current flowed, pushing insistently against his efforts…

Arthur sighed, pushing himself strongly through the unending blue. His fins shivered, unable to be relaxed in the cold water. He pushed himself up for a second, staring at the greyness above. His head broke the surface, and his eyes narrowed. His expression was bored, tired even. Staring at the windy sky and the grey clouds, he lamented without sorrow.

“How they can enjoy this weather?”

The fin on his back curled against him. The wind against his shoulders was bearable, but it was not something he liked. He turned a little, and looked towards the far shore. A northen island, very far from home. 

They had been here for a while now, multiple days. They had made a small hideout near some reefs, somewhwre to stay the nights while they explored these seas. The fish around these colder waters was bigger and more abundant, one of the main reasons Vivi had chosen to come here for the season. 

He had no objections. He liked to travel as much as them, he loved to see the deep sea, every sunken treasure they had come across. But today… he wasn’t enjoying it as much.

Why didn’t they prefer to stay curled up in their hideout, he did not know. Lewis and Vivi loved to collect shells, the two loved even more to find shiny shells, and they knew that in windy wavy days, it was easier to find them on shore. It helped that humans would walk by the beach less. 

So… here he was. Beaching on the sand and letting the cold wind brush his scales and skin was not an activity he wanted to do today. 

He sighed again, and then sunk into the water with a small grumble, which was not possibly coherent. He swam down in circles, looking down into the black bottom with narrowed eyes. This sea was very deep, promising a very long swim to anyone that wanted to reach its sand down below. There was no way for him to find any shells, not without a very tiring journey to the black abyss. The water near the surface was cold, yes, but it was clear, full of light even if in a windy day.

Lewis had tried to coerce him to go to the beach, Vivi had taunted his lazyness; he just did not feel like it… They luckily understood. Sometimes, just sometimes, he did not feel like nearing the world he had left. It was not out of sadness. Sometimes, he liked to just… flow in the deep blue. It was always warmer than cold air, it was softer.

There were no rocks around him, only water. He closed his eyes, threw his arms behind his head and let his body face the surface underwater. His tail outstreched in front of him, slowly waving in small motions. His fins relaxed, and stopped struggling agaisnt the insistent current. His body drifted, and he did not care. 

“Maybe this weather is not as bad.”

Only in the water though.

He stayed like that for a long while, eyes closed. He almost felt asleep twice. Rocked back and forth, with not a single worry. He had all the time in the world, while the two he cared most for had fun. The light glinted through the water, creating contrasting flickers of white in the blackness around him.

The lights would hide it from his vision, but his hearing did notice the motion of another being, somewhere.

His tail whipped softly down, lifting him upright. He blinked and looked around, swearing he had felt a current that was not from the waves or wind. His eyes narrowed, and his back fin spiked. The thoughts of a shark entred his mind, and he began to tense and glare around him. He turned multiple times, slowly trying to spot whatever had alerted him. All was black, with light flickers, nothing he could see; no fish, no stray seaweed. He swore there was ntohing there, until he saw a shadow in between the dark. He winced for a second, because he recognized what he found, a black shadowy figure, bigger than a normal white shark, a back fin much like the ones they had. He swam backwards subtly, dreadful, until he recognized more. The figure was slowly sneaking towards him, and when it noticed it had been spotted, it halted sharply.

Both mers stared at each other. Arthur untensed as the killer whale mer drifted into better light. The unknown mer only had eyes for him, with a disappointed sly look on his face. His voice was deep, not matching the smaller frame he had, compared to Lewis.

“You’ve got some sharp eyesight.” Arthur was now looking with a more curious expression, and only frowned with the next words. “Didn’t manage to sneak on you.”

“Why would you-”

Arthur did not finish. He blinked deadpanned, and leaned a little back, because the killer whale dashed. In a second, the other male had rushed towards him, and had only stopped his lunge when inches away from his face. Arthur’s eyes stared at the sharp teeth clamped right in front of him. The mer was scowling right at him, as if expecting him to cower, or flee. Rightfully so, the whale was confused to see that Arthur only had flinched ever so slightly and that he was now staring nervously, not scared. The black haired mer leaned back with as much ackwardness as Arthur showed, comenting snarkily.

“What, you’re not gonna run off?”

Arthur leaned his head a little down, staring warily at that big strong stripped tail, one of a very swimmer. He asked, with a pose that hinted he was ready to bolt.

“Should I?”

The whale leaned his head in wonder, frowning.

“Usually, I don’t even have to exchange a word with the mers I pursue.” He grinned angrily, scoffing while grinding his sharp fangs. “They all run when they see me lunge.”

Arthur tensed, but did not flee or react scared when the mer swam around him, looking him up and down. All apparent agressiveness was gone, but he could tell the whale was not friendly towards him. 

“You got to have very low self preservation, or maybe its just dumb braveness. You don’t look too tough though.” The killer whale pushed himself straight, and then gave him a look with his arms crossed. “Which of the reasons is it?”

Arthur retorted snarkily, not liking the condescending look he was being given.

“You don’t look all that menacing either.” The whale was taken aback, baceuse Arthur pointed one of his side fins mockingly. He always was presumed a wimp, and he was not about to let a whale think that. “If you wanted me to be intimidated, you should’ve shown that tail can do more than trash around, because I’ve seen bigger and stronger killer whales. I bet you don’t even know how to punch, you just know how to clamp those teeth onto any fish that comes your way, dumb enough to not notice those huge white stripes in a sea of black.”

“Why you little…!”

Arthur yelped, seeing the mer clench his hands and lean closer. The whale tried to give him an angry push, but was surprised to find only water where Arthur had been. His surprised startled expression was not one would imagine a killer whale would show; Arthur raised and eyebrow, seeing him trash downwards, thrown off balance by his own dash. His tail whipped around, and after a couple frenetic swings of arm, he managed to swim upright again.

Arthur received a very angry and resentful glare, as if he had been the one intending to push. The whale looked emabrrased, even hateful while he yelled at him.

“This is why I hate your kind!”

Arthur cringed, confused as to why he would be the one to be hated, when he only had been swimming, until aproached.

“My kind? What the heck are you-”

He blinked because the whale looked shocked for a second, even scared. That second passed fast; his grey eyes filled with the most resentful disdain he had seen, an anger he did not understand. He was looking behind him, and when he looked back, he saw why.

He discerned Vivi in the blackness, swimming fast towards them, calling out faintly through the waters.

“Arthur! We’re back!”

Arthur smiled faintly, not relieved that he was not alone with the whale anymore, but honestly glad they were coming back already.

“They didn’t take too long…”

His thoughts were interrupted by the other mer, who snarled bitterly and angrily.

“Another one of you.”

Arthur stopped looking at her to give him a confused look, but before he could question him, Vivi reached them. The dolphin halted sharply, now realizing there was someone in front of Arthur, who she hand’t seen. She blinked at the mer, and almost let go of the shells she carried with her surprise.

“Who’s this, Arthur?”

The blond looked at the bluenete as confused as her.

“I have no idea, Viv.” He nodded at the whale, nervously. “And I don’t think he would be happy for us to try to find out.”

“Not at all.” Vivi frowned sadly when the mer answered, fist clenched, glaring at them both. “I really want you to leave our waters, right now. You only cause problems.”

Arthur snorted, and threw a hand onto his chest in disbelief.

“We are the ones causing problems?”

Vivi startled a little the whale when she swam a little closer, never fearful. She asked, offended by the glares and asumptions.

“Your waters? These waters belong to no one. We just-”

“V-vivi…! F-finally!”

Arthur and Vivi looked back. Lewis was swimming tiringly towards them, as if he had tried to swim as fast as he could. Arthur, judging by Lewis’ panting, knew that Vivi had swam too quickly and that Lewis had tried to keep up with her.

Lewis sighed, and smiled blissfully when he came to a halt besides the two. He was so relieved to have caught up, that it took him a moment to realize he was not only surrounded by Arthur and Vivi, but also another mer. He blinked, deadpanned, staring acwardly at the other mer, who was not only a mer, but one of his kind. It was something he had not seen in a long time, something unusual, something he did not know how to feel about.

If the grey eyed mer was shocked before, he was more when Lewis subtly but surely hid shily behind the other two, as if he would be less seen…

The smaller killer whale stared at them for a minute. He shook his head, the first to break the silence.

“How can you be with them?”

Lewis opened his mouth, but before he could speak, the mer dashed away, swimming deep to not be seen or followed.

Arthur and Vivi looked up to him, confused as ever. It took a minute for them to break the silence. Vivi asked, confused by the sad expression Lewis had now.

“What was that all about?”

Lewis sighed. He tried to explain, and only managed to sort his words after a few tries.

“Killer whales… have a very bad reputation, you know that.” He smiled at the two, holding their shoulders kindly. “You of course know that it is not true. But you also know that others don’t know it. My kind… suffers some hate from time to time. It doesn’t really help that other mers have been traveling in their regions recently, claiming their territory as their own. The world is getting warmer, thanks to humans’ actions, and their kind is losing the vast ocean they once had, cold enough to be their own. Less food resources, and less territory in which to swim without having to compete with others, more numerous than them.”

“So that’s why he said our waters.”

Arthur looked at her, eyeborws down.

“But that does not give him any reason to try to push me… I was only swimming, dammit.”

Lewis looked at him, worriedly.

“Did he hurt you?”

“No.” He snorted again, grinning. “If I can dodge Vivi, I can dodge a whale.”

He recieved a swat.

—————

In the night, his grey eyes opened. 

His white stripped glinted in the black water, while his tail moved and pushed him forward. He headed for some reefs, the only place he knew he would find food today.

That… if some stupid foreign mer did not take the place for their own. It was not easy to catch fish in the open, and he did not like the idea of having to hunt some seals. Last time, he got hurt trying to fight off one.

He neared the reefs slowly, scaning the area carefully. A lot of non killer whale mers had been in the region recently, and every time his people tried to near the reefs, they were confronted. Multiple smaller mer, agresive on sight, cursing and acussing of them wanting to eat their flesh… No reasoning or words would help. They were always won by sheer numbers and pushed away. 

He was the only one remaining here, stubborn enough to refuse to swim into colder waters. He would not leave, ever. He managed to scare, hidding in the dark, lunging near any unsuspecting mer silly enough to swim alone.

It worked, every time. He managed to keep the reefs less frecuented. He would make the other mers scared enough to never come back, wary and paranoid.

Something caught his eye. Near the reefs, in the colder water below them, where no other mers would sink themselves, something glinted. He swam closer, curious of that light. The more he neared, the more he realised that below, more fish roamed now. 

He halted in front of that light, staring even if he had multiple big fish that he could catch at arms reach. Multiple shiny shells, latched onto the rocks, a makeshift natural lure.

He wondered who had made it, remembering that a blue haired mer had carried some…

[shedrak1221]

Again, throwing my drawings into this silly blog of mine; just in case I lost my phone. Move along.

[shedrak1221]

Are you still obsessed with MSA? You'd break mah heart if you aren't D:

I am still obsessed, it will never leave my brain. However, I may have too many things to worry about to develop that obsession. That’s why I do not post much about MSA these days.

So, am I breaking hearts again? You tell me, anon.

[shedrak1221]

So this is random, but if the Mystery Skulls characters were birds of paradise, in your opinion, who would be what? (Just watched a documentary on them and currently reading Warm Waters so I'm curious hee hee)

It is random indeed, and so it deserves my attention. Here’s my humble choice, not perfect, but something. Remember that I am not an expert on birds:

Arthur, orange and yellow, added to the fact that the feathers go upwards.

Vivi, blue, with a long tail, like her scarf; subtle tone of purple, which we see in her eyes sometimes.

Lewis, white plus magenta, darker tones in the feathers.

Mystery... I don’t think he would be a paradise bird per se... He is a huge kitsune after all.

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HAHAHA GUESS WHO JUST READ GOLDEN WINGS? AND CRIED AGAIN?

I relish on the not so new tears you have shed, anon. Your feels fuel my evil creativity.

Now seriously, thank you so much for reading Golden wings. I hope you enjoy it <3