#onyxclaw

[cielcloudds]

Felt like drawing a Warriors OC of mine named Onyxclaw

This is actually a redesign of him since I felt like the old design didn’t really fit his personality much + this one is a bit more simple

I also tried out a new way of drawing faces on cats and I think it turned out well

[bledvanity]

      ATTENTIVE IN LIGHT OF AGITATION, rosalie spots the stranger far quicker than deemed acceptable, gaze ever searching -- SIZING a potential threat. it was the essence of other which caught her off guard, however, the sense of DIFFERENCE within him which allowed defense to drop, slightly. crimson eyes narrow, hand lifting -- slow and graceful -- surprisingly CALM for a woman so used to anxiety.    ‘  stop.  ’

a soft order, yet still carrying the COLD burn that followed her usual tone. a HUSH follows although brief, a mere second to recognize familiarity.    ‘  i know that look...  ’

                             @onyxclaw  ♡’d

[bledvanity]

❝ hey, don’t stay here alone tonight. ❞

( AMERICAN GODS / ACCEPTING )

        EYES LINGER upon the man seated besides, daring to speak to the girl who wore anger upon her brow. it was ODD, to say the least, to see rosalie alone – no husband seated at her side. but there were simply some VENTURES she preferred to take alone – far from her loving husband’s eye, to keep GUILT from resting upon his shoulders. he had enough to carry, how could a wife add more? 

she studies him for but a moment, gaze lingering upon the curve of his neck, awaiting that flicker of a PULSE, calling her name to it – but her monster didn’t wake… 

     attention returns to the glass cradled between golden fingers, and the RED she’d have to drink instead.   

                                                     ‘  i won’t.  ’

[svcrilegiously-blog]

“I’ll consider kissing you if you can beat me.”

MEME; @onyxclaw

             SHORT  BREATHS  ARE  HOT  OUT  OF  HER  MOUTH,  leaking  like  smoke  into  the  chilly  room,  she’s  not  that  amused  with  his  victory    —    even  if  all  is  done  in  good  spirits.      angry  hand  brushes  past  her  clothing  to  ‘  get  rid  of  the  dust  ’  from  having  been  rolled  and  tossed  around  like  a  ball  of  dough.      satana  scoffs  !    ——   he  wants  to  be  beaten,  and  that  he  shall  be.      she  straightens  her  posture,  a  few  steps  are  taken  towards  the  soon-to-be-victim,  vertebrae  crack  as  she  tilts  her  head  and  !   ——

            a  tail  shoots  out  (  strong  muscle,  a  snake-like  appendage  she  keeps  in  non  existence  at  all  other  times  ),  wraps  up  his  ankle  and  pulls,  drags  (  !!!  )  him  on  the  ground  with  force,  and  towards  her.      a  bare  foot  presses  on  his  chest,  toes  close  to  cassian’s  throat;      such  a  power  move,  but  unlike  moments  ago  she  appears  to  be  beaming  with  pride  and  satisfaction.      ❛  gotcha,  lizard-boy.  ❜

[ghostaed]

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

                ❛    who  you  callin’  asshole,   asswipe ?  ❜  

[svcrilegiously-blog]

‘i will never leave you. i love you. i believe in you.’

 MEME ; accepting

       easy  for  him  to  talk  !      he’s  the  one  who  wants  to  hold  it  all  out  in  the  open,  without  any  concerns  or  fears.      and  perhaps,  when  there  was  only  the  pair  of  them,  it  was  safe  for  two  natural  beings  to  roam  the  earth  together,  but  satana  brought  a  whole  other  thing  to  the  table:         hell.      how  many  times  will  she  have  to  say  this,  how  many  times  will  she  have  to  tell  him  that  it’s  not  up  to  him  whether  he’s  going  to  leave  or  not.      there  were  parts  of  her  life  neither  of  them  knew,  and  she  preferred  it  that  way;      the  less  they  were  involved,  the  higher  was  the  possibility  of  their  survival.      no  one  was  immortal.      not  with  a  beast  in  the  underworld  which  predated  most.      and  she,  she  looks  just  like  him  when  in  the  midst  of  darkness  a  glimpse  of  light  makes  her  eyes  flash  in  red  (  signalling  of  the  wrong,  the  wicked,  the  evil  ),  so  how  can  cassian  be  sure  her  father  won’t  get  his  claws  inside  of  her  heart  deep  enough  for  her  to  turn  them  in  herself  ?

stern  look  on  her  face,  ebony  threads  wrapping  around  her  arms  like  they’re  alive.      why  doesn’t  he  understand  ?      his  foolish  belief  only  irked  her,  the  crease  between  sculpted  brows  being  a  visible  proof  of  that.      ❛  we’re  not  having  this  conversation  again.  ❜

[herforest]

       ❛   please  , don’t do it!    ❜          hands    buried    deep   in   the   large   pot  ,  dirt   under   her   fingernails    as    she   desperately    tries   to   breath   life   into   her   new   friend.    areca  palm  ,   at   least   it’s   bedroom   friendly.    it’s   best   for   her   if   the   window   accident   is   never   to   be   repeated.   babies!    her   back   is   facing   the   door ,  but   even   then   she   knows   he’s   reaching   for   her  precious  greenery.   so  the  warning  is  just  that  ,  because   she   also   knows   that   he    will   listen   to   her   and    leave   them   be   untouched   by   anyone   else.     a  nymphs  soul   is   not   to   be   played  with.

  *    STARTER    :   @onyxclaw​