#klayre

[nb-bellamy]

Dragon Shenanigans!

[cvfearneuca]

The Tale of a Demon and a Daughter.

Laughter echoes through the floorboards of the house, gradually escalating in pitch until it piques to become the squeals of a small child. The coarse chuckles of a Father slowly follow behind the shrieking of his daughter, continuing momentarily before both sounds eventually drift to their demise.

“Father, Father!” A little voice could be heard, speaking in the native tongue of the Sin’Dorei. “Father, might you teach me now?” The child calls, footsteps gracefully descending the staircase.

The Father smiles, shaking his head gently as he paces the room, searching for something to aid in their lesson. “Not yet, Darling,” He’d say, glancing towards his daughter as she shuts the door behind herself. “I require one more object, and then the lesson may begin.”

The daughter pouts, huffing out a sigh before lifting her head to peer about the room. “Where is it then, Father?” She ponders, scanning the dimly lit room through a squinted gaze, “I can’t see with how dark it is in here.”

“It shan’t be dark for much longer, my little rose,” the Father mutters, lifting two large black candles from within a small chest. “Help me organize these candles, would you, Reya?” He asks, offering the child a warm smile to persuade her further.

Reya skips over to the chest, heaving out two medium sized candles, appearing large against her small frame. Stepping carefully, ensuring neither candles fall from her grip as she continues to trek over to the table. Her Father Theralon looms above, organizing the structure of the lesson of the day. His gaze shifts to Reya briefly, their eyes meeting, Theralon smiling with amusement as Reya pulls a very mischievous grin.

Eventually the lesson is able to begin, Theralon adjusting the position of one final candle before turning to lift Reya onto the work bench. She kneels over the candles, staring down onto the pages of her Father’s tome from an inverted view. “What are we learning about today, Father?”

The Father chuckles, speaking in a strong tone; “Today, my precious rose, we will be learning about how to conjure soul shards.” Moving his hand, he opens the tome, dividing the book on the page named ‘What are Soul Shards?’.

And so, the lesson began.

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 “Hey, that’s not fair!” Reya shouted from beneath the table, attempting to clean up the ashes from their failed lesson.

“I know Darling, but the lesson is over now. Supper will be ready any moment now,” And just as Theralon said those words, Lisera called from above them to sit around the table.

Reya frowned, not quite having enough of all of the newfound knowledge entering her mind. She looked up at her Father in the same pleading gaze that never fails to make him melt. Theralon sighs, Reya’s pout worsens, and eventually, Theralon caves.

“You may stay down here for twenty minutes, no longer. I will call for you when your time is up, so make sure you’re listening out, understood?” He states, an eyebrow raised as he gazes at his daughter, who merely nods emphatically in response. With that note, he stands, treading up the stairs as he calls out, “Don’t forget, twenty minutes’ maximum!” Before moving to close the door. A draught catches it, and it slams against its frame.

Flinching at the loud bang of the door landing against its frame, Reya huffs out a sigh before looking about the room. Wondering, and wandering, as she gazes at the number of options before her. Eventually, she turns on her heel and soon enough, out of the corner of her eye, she spots a glimmer of gold and just like that, she’s entranced.

Hopping over to the plum stained book, enamored by the glittering golden inlay covering the binding and the covers individually. Lifting it by the chain attached to the binding, she hefts it onto the desk and begins flicking through the pages.

Time passes without much thought, Reya flicking through the book, her eyes sparkling with fascination as she absorbs the newfound information. So many creatures passing before her eyes. So many shapes, so many words. Fel magic, Void magic, Nathrezim, even Eredar! She’d never encountered so many different terms at once, never believed there was such a wide expanse of information that she hadn’t even encountered yet.

And then,

She gasped.

Their gaze met.

And although it seemed completely unrealistic, it was almost like fate.

Utterly compelled to summon the demon before her, with all of the necessary materials and supplies at her disposal, Reya got to work.

“How many soul shards? But that’s so many…”

“Roses? Really? …Well if you say so.”

“Garnets, Rubies, the hair of an ex-lover…”

“Poems… of all things, you choose poems.”

“I gotta say these things all seem a lil’ obsessive…”

“Dammit I ran out of chalk! Where did Papi say he held it?”

“No, no, no! The candles have to be red?!”

Frustration building and near breaking point, Reya collapses to the floor. She lifts her head, looking up at the clock. ’17:53’ read the grandfather clock in the corner of the room. Sighing to herself, she picks herself back up and moves to finish off the summoning circle that she’d started however long ago it was. “Come on, Reya. You have ten minutes left. You can do this.”

Staring at the circle on the ground, she huffs, looking back to the diagram in the book and nodding once. “Everything is in place, now I just need to recite the words…”

Reya draws in a deep breath after scanning the passage, closing her eyes and holding her hand above the circle. The air stills to a chill as she speaks…

“Hoc donumeiam croam me fac me vcaiovt Hoc diuamneom sreve meus mihi dneoc ego feci Nloo grvais adirecect uti teals a satbisunta--”

Suddenly the click of the door could be heard, a howl of wind gushing through the basement as the door crashes against the wall. Papers fly across the room, Reya comes to an abrupt halt in the chant, and havoc is let loose.

The flames of the candles slice through the air, striking upwards to become pillars of fire born purely from the interrupted magic within the air. Shrieking, whistling, and screaming pierce through the air as the pillars curl and bind together.

“Reya?!” Theralon shouts through the chaos, however Reya doesn’t respond, too awestruck by the figure forming amidst the flame.

All too soon the mirage shatters into a thousand sparks, the void residue left behind from the used soulshards materializing to form a ghostly sprit, supporting the energy of the demon.

The shrieking persists, Reya curling into a ball as she’s suddenly overcome with fear. “Reya!” Theralon shouts, however Reya is still impervious to the sound, the chaos and destruction swallowing his distress whole.

Circling the room thrice, the demonic soul dives towards Theralon, only to be shot backwards by a repulsive magic. Hesitating momentarily through the shock, the demon suddenly turns before swooping down to Reya’s stunned form.

The connection is made, Reya’s form absorbs the soul as if it were longing for the demon to return. A shockwave of shadow magic courses throughout the basement, and Reya is blasted into the back wall.

The chaos crashes to the floor, reducing the room to nought but silence.

Theralon stares, utterly stunned by the events that had just occurred, before charging down the stairs and screaming Reya’s name. Shortly after he’d scream for his wife, Lisera, all the while trying to lift Reya’s seemingly lifeless body from the floor.

Suddenly Reya begins to convulse, her eyes snapping open and shifting between red, green, amber, and other similar colours. A low growl emits from the base of her throat. Theralon, knowing the only solution to a situation like this would however be held back by the thought that he cannot kill his own daughter.

All ministrations stop. Calm washes over the room as Theralon holds Reya’s form close to his own. “I thought I’d lost you, my rose…” He whispers, staring at the floor at tears well in his eyes.

As she lifts her head, she turns to gaze at Theralon, raising an eyebrow drowsily. “What is this?” She mutters, lifting her hands to grasp Theralon’s head.

Theralon mutters a few words to calm Reya, still holding her form close to his own.

Scoffing in disgust, Reya suddenly tightens her grip, spinning Theralons’ head with an inhumane strength, until a resounding crack can be heard.

Silence washes over the room.

Theralon collapses to the floor.

Reya stands, her eyes red with demonic rage.

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Klayre Part 3 - The Continuation

I don’t quite understand why the lineart for this character is taking so long to produce, yet at the same time I do because she has a large number of features and the detail required for her character is less than minimal.

The overall time taken to produce this was approximately 4 hours.

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Klayre Turnaround Part 2

It looks like I’ve made no progress in the final result but there has been chaos.