I'm here drawing kids being sad. The only one missing is Lark, who will hopefully come soon!
All three kids are kind of awful at dealing with their emotions in a healthy or constructive manner. Jura's first instinct is to get mad and deny it all before breaking down, Lark pushes his aside until the point when dropping a pencil or having someone say something even a bit rude sets him off on his breakdown, and Rook just has no idea how to process or deal with their emotions. They just need some good adult figures in their lifes please
(Ayyy I did a thing. It ended up shorter than I had hoped but I’m tired so, this is what you get.)
Jura and Lark were alone. They had been separated from the small group of people they had been traveling with and were making their way down narrow and dark halls. “Lark, try and keep close.” Jura glanced over her shoulder, not long enough to see his reaction, before rounding another corner. At the end of the hall was an old looking door that had several, age-old holes in it. Jura exchanged glances with Lark, who shrugged a bit, before making her way towards the door, pushing on it with one hand.
Instead of creaking open like she had thought it would, the door just toppled over instead, hitting the floor loudly and breaking into several, moldy pieces. Jura pulled a face and resisted the urge to wipe her hand off on the wall. She stepped over the door and into the room behind it, looking around cautiously. It was largely empty, aside from the moldy furniture scattered about the large area, most of it in pieces.
Standing amongst those pieces of broken furniture was another person, and Jura didn’t hesitate before summoning her sword, holding it in front of her with a scowl. “Who are you?” she demanded, her voice echoing through the room even after the man turned around to face them.
His skin was dark and almost had a blue tint to it and his hair was black, covering the base of curled horns. A long tail swished behind him and his outfit was a clear mark of a magical child, also given his stature. Even from where she stood, Jura could make out the shape of a smile and it made her uneasy. “Ah, you two must be the magical children I’ve heard so much about.”
Jura could hear Lark summon his own weapons behind her and she adjusted her grip on her own sword. She opened her mouth to respond when she was sent flying backwards and into the stone wall. She crashed to the ground on her hands and knees, gasping and coughing loudly before looking up at the man again. He hadn’t moved from his spot in the middle of the room, and Jura could make out the fading marks of fire magic in the air around him. “I have an important message for you to take to someone,” he continued, his smile spreading into something much more malicious.
With a rush of air and the all to familiar feeling of magic in the air, Lark sent a strong burst of air towards the man knocking him back a bit as well, though he didn’t lose his footing like Jura had. Jura didn’t wait for much longer before getting to her feet again and grabbing her sword, gripping the hilt tightly and lighting it ablaze before following the man further into the room, swinging for his head with a snarl.
Her sword clashed loudly and painfully with a thin rapier that had appeared in a flurry of blue fire and she felt a firm hand on her chest. The man grinned up at her, the whites of his eyes running black and pointed fangs showing clearly between his lips. She could feel the magic moving in his palm through the material of her shirt and the frost beginning to spread across the material. The world seemed to slow as he cast his spell, even when another blast of air hit Jura in the side and pushed her aside.
The spear formed just seconds later, tearing through her sleeve and into her shoulder, making her cry out in pain as she stumbled back. The spear, made of ice, stuck out of her shoulder, the tip already turning red as she bled all over it. “Damn, missed.” The man just snickered where he stood, flicking his hand to get rid of the left over magic gathered on his palm. “Guess I’ll just have to try again.” His statement was accented by another clang of metal hitting metal as he lunged for Jura with almost inhuman speed, his attack only barely blocked by the girl in question as she raised her own sword to defend herself.
Her shoulder burned with the effort of keeping his sword at bay, and her hands trembled as she tried to push back against him. Each burst of strength she got, he seemed to mirror - it looked like they were stuck in a stalemate. That was until Lark flew in and swatted him aside like a fly with his shield, sending the man tumbling head over heels into a broken piece of furniture, sending up a cloud of dust and debris as he shattered what little of it was left standing.
Both of them stood there for a moment, waiting for the cloud to fade away to see what the man would do next. He stood slowly, a large chunk of moldy wood sticking from one side and a deep cut above his right eye. His smile had yet to fade and he summoned his sword again with a flourish of fire and magic. “You want to play too, boy? Fine.” With what sounded like a muted explosion, a wall of fire shot from the man’s mouth towards Jura, burning up broken furniture along the way. Lark met the attack head on, a long stream of water forming from the air and easily cutting through the fire until it reached the man.
It froze midair before it could actually hit and the man grinned from where he stood, one finger encased in the ice where he had touched it to freeze it. In seconds the ice shattered, sending razor sharp shards of ice through the air. Jura hit the ground quickly, ignoring the pain in her shoulders, but still took a shard to the face. It lodged in her right cheek, not far below her eye, and several more hit her in the back and a couple in the arm that she had thrown over her head to protect it from the attack. As soon as the ice stopped, Jura flipped over in time to see him summoning another large spike of ice.
The moment it left his hand, heading towards Lark, who was still on the ground, Jura let out her own breath of fire that had the spear melting midair. The man scowled over at her before lunging for the boy himself, summoning his own sword. Lark turned and raised his shield at just the right moment. With a painful sounding smack, his head hit the ground below him rather roughly, but he still fought back, swinging a foot out and catching the man off guard, knocking him down easily.
Lark climbed to his feet quickly and swung his sword for the man with a loud shout. All that Jura could hear was a crack and Lark crying loudly in pain before she was able to really make out what had happened. A wall of ice had formed between the man and Lark, stopping Lark midair and breaking his wrist along the way. Another explosion rocked the room and Lark was sent flying into a mostly broken shelf, a jagged piece of the furniture stabbing him in the side. However, Lark didn’t respond that time and simply slumped to the ground in silence.
Jura stared at him for a moment before looking back at the man, rage boiling her blood. Centimeters from her eye was another spike of ice, the man’s grinning face not far from it. Her rage bubbled into fear and she froze, her eyes wide as she focused on the ice, willing herself to go still. “Tell the Death Knight he can expect worse than this if he goes against me, would you? I don’t want you two getting hurt,” he accented the word by throwing the spike not into her eye, but her thigh instead. “Again.” His smile didn’t fade and it was the last thing she was able to make out before he just seemed to vanish into thin air, leaving the two of them behind.
Went through the blog and found some old art of Lark, probably the first time I ever drew him. What a year can do to both art style and skill and a character design.
Personality: Above all, Lark wants to help people. That’s his first and last goal, even past his own wants or needs. In his mind, that’s all a magical kid stands for and it’s all he has left to uphold, so he goes all out. It’s his way of being selfish - he gets what he wants by giving people what they want, but as a result, he’s pushed away many of the mannerisms kids are known for and made himself grow up too quickly by taking on the responsibility of keeping everyone happy. When he isn’t able to do that, he can take it pretty hard and pushes himself even harder to do good. He needs to learn, one way or another, that he physically can’t make everyone happy or content.
History: Lark was passed around his extended family since he was a young child after his parents died - he was never really told how they died, and before he could ask most of his family was dead as well. His uncle - the last piece of the family he really knew - dying during a robbery gone bad was the last thing he could take. Believing himself to be somehow causing all the trouble, he fled and eventually took up the mantle as a magical boy to right the wrongs he believes he caused.
Since I haven’t been on this blog for a good while, I thought it was time to give the kids an update. A bit of info on them are going to be down below the cut as well!
Lark is 14 years old and his summoned weapon is a shield. He’s a human (mostly) but is apparently cursed after a run in with a monster in his dreams that just sorta...stayed. It doesn’t often show itself, so he doesn’t deal with it yet - he really should. His familiar is a Honduran bat named Leif.
Jura is a 16 year old dragon kin girl who’s summoned weapon is a big ol’ sword. She has a short temper and a tendency to set things on fire as a first and last resort. She’s aggressive, but don’t worry she’s just a baby she wants affection and love. Her familiar is a bearded dragon named Chicken.
Eyyyyy guess who I'm drawing!! I'm having a lot of fun drawing this??? I usually do soft and round shapes But doing sharp stuff is surprisingly fun omg But ye the first full body drawing of Lark And it's this Oops
Mmmmmeeeehhhh I'm not really happy with how this came out But I haven't actually drawn Lark yet so I figured I should post it anyways. Here we see Lark before being possessed and before he just sort of stopped sleeping. What a few months will do to a character gosh.
(Made for @we-aredancer but anyone is welcome to respond!)
It was the middle of a night that had started off peacefully. Lark and Jura were both back from whatever jobs they took as magical kids, and it looked like it was shaping up to be a good night. The moon had reached its peak when noises erupted from their shared room. Crashes, the sound of breaking wood and shattering glass, shouts and screams, and a noise that could only be described as sticky filled the guildhall in an instant.
