#pyrena

[signalstatic]

Pyrena, galena and pyrite!

[kiriiv]

get outta there stupid!

[reborrowing]

how about 9 and 21 for the ask game :3

name an oc who

9 collects something?

ohhhhh all my borrowers are kinda hoarders lmao but Bell’s collection is most deliberate, she has a little trove of Pink Things tucked away in the tree over Rootstone. It’s not super focused, just things that catch her eye on borrowing trips: candy wrappers, maybe a keychain, probably some kids’ jewelry. Some of it gets recycled into clothes or tools

21 …has changed a lot from their original design?

(skipping over Val and Phoebe who were originally fantasy elves) Pepper. My original borrower-swordsman in pop can armor design was Black (and had whiskers? I hadn’t given borrowers fur yet?)

but when I actually kept her as a character, I felt really weird about all the nonwhite ocs on the blog having animal traits so I hit her with a blond beam

Bell also changed race then I guess but she was just the vague concept of a sister at the time, not an identical twin with a whole design so it didn’t make much of a difference

[reborrowed-archive]

2 for rei and coop? (:

2. If your character could choose, would they be a different size?

Rei absolutely yes, she would jump at a strange magic offer to become human/human-sized. She loves their toys and tech and has been jealous of how much Cool Stuff they get to use since she was a kid, so getting to change sizes would sound like a dream

Coop would consider it? but she probably wouldn’t choose to be something else unless it was temporary. She’d think it sounds fun to play around as a human and cut down the number of animals willing to eat her for a bit, but she wouldn’t really know what she’d do with herself long-term. And she mostly enjoys her life as it is so why bother being something else?

[punkucats]

Look at how cute these buggers turned out 😄

[robinsdearest]

Sunlight is something you make and give away

Prologue

Your braid whips up and down your back with the jostle of your galloping horse. 

Looking ahead, you can easily see the coliseum’s entrance. Looking behind, you can easily see the distance you have gained between the other contestants. 

Only a few more strides until you win the race. 

You hit the reins and push your horse a little further past its top endurance to ensure your victory. Your smile widens as you hear the thunderous roar of the other Amazons inside the stadium. The oncoming feeling of victory resonated a powerful beam of pride that began to ease the stress in your shoulders.

Suddenly, you hear near shouting, and rustles behind the closest bushes. You can see figures but cannot identify numbers. Your instincts of action are failing as you grow closer to the bushes. 

In a single second, a rope appears and trips your horse. Its legs are taken out from underneath it, and you can only watch in slow motion as your horse begins to fall to the ground. 

The force in which your horse falls sends you flying off of its back, leaving you to tumble onto the hard dirt road. You roll several times over before finally laying down in a cloud of dust.

You hear the shadow individuals quietly cheer and disperse just as quickly as they appeared. You attempt to identify figures, but alas, the force of the fall leaves your head fuzzy. You take a few seconds to rest your muscles before attempting to stand. 

As your bruised body eventually rises from the dust, the whoops and hollers of the other racers speed past you into the coliseum as victors. 

Squaring your shoulders, you sigh deeply. Turning around, you fight back tears and head to check on your horse, helping it back to its feet.

A different figure soon emerges from the entrance to make their way to you.

You begin brushing the horse’s hide to rid of the dirt and adjust its reins. 

“It is believed your horse tripped on its own.” 

You scoff. “That was a quick decision.” You breathed for a second and checked yourself for injuries. “I’m assuming you saw the true story.”

The woman smiles softly. She brings a sugar cube to your horse and brushes its mane. “I also never received a fair race as a young child.”

You turn to face her and place a hand on your hip. “Princess, you still do not receive fair races.”

Diana’s head falls back as she laughs. It’s deep and beautiful and it makes you relax a bit further. She takes the reins from your hands and nods in the direction of the horse stables. “Let’s go, little one.” 

As you walk in stride, she nudges you with a hip. However still young herself, Diana was the closest thing to family you had on this island. 

Although you were told Diana was born from a small pile of clay, you were born from a mortal woman and an immortal god. Following the death of your mother and the abandonment of your father, a pair of Greek God twins took pity upon you. One marked your nose with the power of the sun, and the other placed your fragile body in the hands of Queen Hippolyta. The Amazonian queen saw that you were taken care of and planned for you to be trained as you came of age. Diana was told she would be in charge of your training when the time came. Diana was no more than 10 when you were left on the island, and now that you were nearing the same age, you understand the hardship of your origin. 

The story of your mother and father turned to gossip that grew to an overwhelming hatred from others as you yourself grew. The god known as your father was not the same as Diana’s, but instead a much more hated being; the other island women primarily avoided your demigod blood. The combined disdain would explain the outcome of today’s race. 

Diana led your horse into the stable as you stood back outside. Standing over the trough, you splashed the sun-warmed water onto your face to wash off the residual dirt. Another figure emerged from the stable and clapped a shoulder on your back. 

You splashed a small amount of water onto the woman; she laughed and dragged you into a tight side hug. 

Releasing you, she tugged your braid gently. “What a way to lose, firebird.” 

You nudged your foot against her shin. “It is not nice to poke fun at almost winners, Artemis.”

The red head scoffed. “Almost winners are still losers, little one.”

You relied on Diana and Artemis for training and companionship. The two Amazons raised you as if you were no different, and you knew how hard they had to work to block the island rumors from your ears. 

You looked up to them. It was surprising, truthfully. Diana was forced to accompany you, but she found a great love and appreciation for you. Artemis liked your fiery spirit and chose to help Diana with your training. 

Although troublesome, you enjoyed life on Themyscira. You stayed to yourself as best as you could. The palace in which you were raised was kind, even if the people were not. Diana and Artemis were your moon and stars.

Until the moon left and took the stars with her. 

Author’s note: This is the beginning of a line of stories for my OC, Pyrena! Her name stems from the Greek root of “pyro,” meaning fire. 

We’ll work through her overall story, her powers, her introduction into Young Justice, and some other one-shots that are just fun writing for me! I’m trying to be more consistent with creating content, so this is my attempt to get back into it! Send me suggestions for things you would want to see her do. 

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Done with the sketch. I will start doing the digital painting by tomorrow. My version of Pyrena of Engkantadia. #fire #pyrena #encantadia2016 #godess #fantasy #fantasyart #digitalart #digitalportrait #digitaldrawing #art #instaart #artwork #instaartwork #artist #instaartist