#keevah

[justice-artblog]

Drawing this is fun uwu and i unironically love Sammy nxbcjc

Edit: Forgot to add that Sammy belongs to @alwaystiredz

[violetredemtion-blog]

@rust-and-revolution

cause after a conversation last night i couldnt help myself 

[star-the-witch]

Tag your friends OC in 5 gifs!

@starsaga01 I did Keeeeeevah~

[justice-artblog]

Drew me and my friends murder bunnies!!

Keevah, the spotted bunny with a cape, belongs to me!

And Sammy, or Samuel, belings to @alwaystiredz!

[justice-artblog]

My forgetfulness to post here is immeasurable

Anyway- heres Abigail a Feral Dragonborn and Keevah/Kayeen a Homicidal Bunny :)

These are DND characters i made that im actually going to make into a comic.

When i first poated these on Insta i was 45 summary chapters in and that now jumped to 52 summaried Chapters. Ill be moving onto thumbnails soon and hopefully actual comics too. Now is a good time to bring out character sheets right XD

[makwa-nimaamaa]

🕯- A sad memory they would rather forget

One to take on account for pride.

It can easily be one's downfall. Lured into a trap.

Suffocated by one's aggression to humiliate her.

This has happened time and time again, not one broke her fully. That was the belief.

To be cornered and humiliated in a fashion that cannot bring any word or slur of insult any higher - a consent not given.

Let alone the brutality a given seed of vileness grew within, not hers but was. Not one to accept any given choice.

Be known of the worg who snaps and snarls with reason - a Garn will tear one's throat out for desecrating something sacred to a woman of any kind or species.

What was chosen is forever taken. The choice unbearable but necessary, one man who chose to do the worse of all things to ever take.

And for Keevah to sacrifice. One she tries to forget yet her choice remains detailed in the scars of her stomach.

She will forever remain barren.

(@rodanthemargrave thank you for the ask!)

[makwa-nimaamaa]

🌸- A memory about life and joy

Alterac was at its harshest of blizzards, the winds howled as snow buffeted the valleys and villages within its violence. The fury of the elements silenced her screams to any that were looking for more of her kind and her mate, sweat had beaded her forehead, strange allies of the world she invaded aided her in handling new life to come.

Hours of bringing new life, hours of pain and endurance familiar before.

All that produced a small baby boy, untainted by fel and small by the standard of her own kin. This was her son, once more recieving a child she thought she never could achieve again with the wars on the strange world; the boy would never be taken into the slaughter.

For a while, her joy was here, her life was still in war and endless slaughter; but it would not be for his. Until the newborns name would be given by his father, he was with her, her mate, and her small brotherhood of allies.

The few weeks of celebrating new life, the presence of who would be named in monument of the boys name.

Khargrim would be safe. So long as she drew breath until his coming of age.

And beyond it.

(I apologize @quelbound for this taking as long as it did, thank you for your ask!)

[makwa-nimaamaa]

I hear you have been having dealings with the aspect of death... is it romantic interest??

"If you are mentioning that finite skull faced troll, Bwonsamdi..

I assure you there is no such romanticy between a cursed individual like myself - and that LOA in any life."