Hit the Picrew, make the OCs! I had a few spins of the wheel, SOOOOoooooo...have some of the more obscure OCs I don't talk about very often!!
Have yourself some Jake (often times he goes with Rod, he's a dragon in human form that hates almost everybody on some level):
Some Glidon (goes with Lyra, likely in a friends-lovers-enimies context):
AND Layla! Who is currently the offspring of Lyra and Glidon, and also guarded by Kashi:
The picrew made it a little hard to show, she's usually got a rounder face than a pointy one and I couldn't soften her features as much as I would have liked, but still a fun Picrew to play around with!
Written for the prompt from @flashfictionfridayofficial!
Lyra watched the one in front of her as he hesitated, leaning against him a little and peering around his shoulder, both of them huddling against the wall as a pair of guards passed by.
“Alright,” he said, watching them. “Across the path and we’ll be able to get into the buildings above the town.”
She nodded as he reached out and grabbed her hand, flashing her a smile. “Ready, high-born?”
She flattened her ears to the sides of her head and he just laughed, tugging at her hand. “Guards will round the corner in three…two…” He held up a single finger before darting out into the street, yanking her off her feet so hard she had to flit her wings to keep balance and keep up. His mop of ashen-grey hair bounced as he ran from one side to the other, dodging around other bodies and carts and animals with a deftness that told of his actions, spoke to his doing things like this a thousand times before.
In seconds they had gone from the light to the darkness, the sounds of conversation and market quickly giving way to the sounds of their feet on the carvened hardened steps that led up and up and up. They ran at a spiral that seemed to make almost no sense to her, but he navigated them easily as if he didn’t even need to see them.
By the time they emerged into light again, she had grown used to the dark and had to shield her eyes, blinking a number of times against the purplish light of the sky, the air-moon in full display and letting the higher light shine through itself. He continued leading her under archways and carved structures until they hit another set of stairs leading up and around, finally coming to the top of the structure. Finally coming to a stop.
Finally he let go of her hand.
Lyra blinked, eyes finally adjusted, and looked around.
They were higher than the other structures. Higher than the city below. Higher than the trees back home. She had only ever gotten this high on accident back home, her wings only strong enough to hold this height for moments before she was forced to go back down. The market and the others looked like miniature versions of themselves, milling around by willpower alone. The buildings looked like she could knock them over with her foot. She could see the paths as small partings between them, roads leading past the market and the walls surrounding it into the other parts of the fortress.
“This is amazing,” she said, the wind whipping at her hair and face and taking the words away from her. He reached up and motioned to her to sit down.
“The winds can be playful this high up,” he said loudly as she sat, and they leaned in closer to hear each other. “You have to be careful, high-born. Can’t have you falling and hurting your wings if you’re gonna help me get out of here!”
She curled her knees up to her chest as she stared. “It’s so high,” she told him. “You see this all the time?!”
“Every sun and moon change. Every change of the guard. Every moment I’m not doing something else.”
She stared at him for a moment, and when he caught the look he raised an eyebrow. “What is it?!”
“What do we do now?!” she asked. “The guards–”
“They don’t come up here,” he said, waving a hand. “We’ll wait until they think we’ve doubled back and head back inland. Then we’ll find that boat you’re told me about.”
“What do we do then!?” she asked. “Just wait?!”
“We could ask each other questions. Get to know each other.”
“What?!”
“Well all I really know about you is that your a high-born on your way to some betrothed that you don’t want to meet and you want to run off during one of the stops on your way so you don’t have to meet them. And I know that you are terrible and escaping guards that aren’t from your own territory,” he laughed.
“And I suppose all I know about you is that you’re aimoupon that is too good at escaping guards and that you want to escape a world where you can look out at this every single day and no one tells you to get down. What else is there to know about each other except what we need from the other?”
He grinned and let out a laugh. “An insult? Seems there’s plenty to learn about you, high-born. We can ask each other plenty of questions to make sure we’re not teaming up with someone that’s going to try and cook the other later or something.”
She rolled her eyes. “For example?”
He thought for a moment. “Well, I suppose…Things like…Where did a high-born learn such a low-born insult from? Why do you want to escape what the others seem to chase? Can I kiss you?”
Her face went red, first with anger as the answer to his first question leapt to her lips, but the last one changed the shade and her ears went forward. “W-What?!”
He grinned again.
“No, we can’t kiss, you useless–!!”
He shrugged and cut her off. “A kiss can tell you a lot about someone.”
She went even more red, her ears falling to either side of her head as her cheeks seemed to heat up. Maybe it was the air up here, making her sweat. Or the exertion of running from the guards. Surely that was it.
Yet that couldn’t explain why she asked, “like what?!”
Everyone told me it was my destiny to find the weapon. Defeat the evil king. Save our world.
No one told me the weapon was going to be her.
Finally, he’d climbed through the soft mountain steps at the edge of the world. He’d solved the riddles of the Evertree, passed the guardians, fought his way through traps and snares. His body was sore and screamed like fire until at last he stood. Stood in the dark of the the hallway, the wood of the Evertree surrounding him. No light came, no luminescent bark or wall-crawlers. Nothing. It was like this space was dead, the rooms deep within the tree rotted and twisted and hollow.
It didn’t matter. He was the chosen one. The prince destined to stop the madness and evil that had come to their home, the three kingdoms made pure once again. Made right.
He took a breath. Shoved at the door. The wood gave way at his fingertips, falling and cracking at the slightest pressure, disintegrating into dust and revealing the soft blue glow beyond. He took a step out of the darkness and into the light.
Blinked.
The room was large and round. Magic beat like a heart in this place, the soft wall-crawlers creeping with vines and moss around the entirety of the wood space, small pools of water gathering into a connected, circular stream at his feet. The blue glow of the plantlife pulsed in time with the heartbeat, and in the center the wood rose to a small platform. The blade was there, tip buried into the platform, but he wasn’t looking at it. A perfect blade, one that could make clean sweeps through the toughest hide and armor, sever corrupted heads and right the world. He could see the magic pulsing through the reflective surface…if only he looked.
Instead, his eyes were drawn to the figure kneeling just behind.
Dark hair in contrast to his white, short instead of long and bound. Long fingers were wrapped around the hilt of the blade, holding fast. And those eyes. Her head snapped up as she looked at him, stared. Eyes dark as shadows, almost haunted by visions of which she dare not speak. She stood suddenly, the room pulsing as she withdrew the blade from it’s place and pointed it directly at him.
“Traitor,” she breathed, voice surrounding them, almost coming from the room itself. “Why have you come…?”
Premise: List the names of any OC pairings (romantic, platonic and/or otherwise) you’d like to talk about. Let people send you an ask with any of the listed pairings and share whatever you’d like about them! This could be a fun fact, a ramble, an introduction, a snippet, etc - anything you want! (PS: oc x canon is more than welcome!)
So this was possibly my first romantic pair I ever wrote, and boy did they hate each other in the beginning lol. I was like...twelve, I didn't know I was writing rivals to lovers back then 😂😂
Thanks to massive amount of worldbuilding I've now re-introduced the pair into their native environments and oddly, they're seeming to still be rivals to lovers but they've added "to enemies" to the list. And I have conflicted feelings about it LOL
They've always been opposite sides of the fence. He's rags to riches, she's princess turned pirate, he's a swordsman, she's an archer, he's earthy and she's in the skies, he's a coward and she's adventurous, etc. The direction this pair has gone I just really can't figure out how/if they can have a healthy relationship at this point, but we'll see.
