#ragheiyont

[bethany-sensei]

Played around with Procreate for the first time.

Akieryon and Ragheiyont (Rahi)

I put Akieryon in the blindfold from the beginning of Balances because ????

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The faintest of humming noises drew Ragheiyont out of his dreams. He flexed his arm, feeling the solidity of the stone hidden there, and then he eased himself upright. Luccan drowsed nearby, catnapping, unaware of the subtle magic sending electric tendrils through Ragheiyont’s skin.

Now is not a good time.

Suppressing a sigh, Ragheiyont took the little pewter cuff from his ear and examined the opal set there. It shimmered faintly green. Nearby, then. Leaving his blue overcoat on the ground, he stood up. Luccan’s ears flicked, and his grip on Warbringer tightened for a moment. Flatterer. Making his movements as silent as smoke, Ragheiyont drifted away.

The opal clutched in his fist, he followed the thread of magic to its origin point: a matching stone held aloft by a cloaked demon on a hilltop. Ragheiyont alighted just out of lunging distance. No point in taking unnecessary risks.

“Your timing stinks, jo.”

“I need the artifact.”

A few days ago, Ragheiyont would have handed the stone over without question. Tonight, however, something had given him the strange notion that he deserved a bit of respect. He jammed his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels. “Ya got my payment?”

In the shadows of his cowl, the other demon grimaced. “Later,” he growled. Ragheiyont’s wings flared, ready to launch him back into the air.

“Nah, jo. Ya kip cash or I’m off an’ back asleep.”

“Don’t be difficult.” Ragheiyont’s employer tossed a small pouch of coins at his feet. Not nearly enough. “I have partial payment. I can get you the rest tomorrow.”

Ragheiyont looked down at the money, and he felt his lip curling into a sneer. He actually sneered! At money! “Partial payment gets ya no stone, jo. How’m I ta know ya won’t kill us all with it? Face the afterlife half-paid? Not this demon!”

“That’s just absurd—”

“No.” No? Ragheiyont’s wings propelled him upward. “Full payment, or no artifact.”

What in the world was wrong with him? He had refused money because some duster thought he could skip half the bill? He itched to the marrow at the loss of payment, but it bothered him less than he had expected. The howling hunger within him had abated a little, eased by…

By what?

By the weight of the stone embedded in his arm? By Luccan’s insistence on feeding him dragon blood a minimum of once a day? By the proximity of Warbringer?

He looked northward, to the inky line the cliffs scrawled across the horizon. Perhaps, when he let Luccan into the castle, he could steal away to the archive. Perhaps he could find a book that would tell him what was wrong with him. Perhaps, if it could be cured, he may abduct a healer and…

Childish dreams? Probably. Anyway, what was he without the hunger? He could hardly remember a time before he had willfully taken the sickness into his blood. Not that he had known what it would do to him, of course. No one would choose this life.

chapter eight

[bethany-sensei]

Boyfriend husband coat.

Me posting shippy art of my own characters? It’s more likely than you think

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The smell of a cooking fire drew Luccan out of his dreams. His ears followed his nose in twitching. His grip on Warbringer tightened, more out of habit than any sense of a threat. He opened his eyes, and he blinked in the sharpness of the early sunlight.

A short distance away, Ragheiyont crouched over a small, smokeless fire. He had spitted something fleshy above it, and he took a stick and prodded at several lumps among the embers. Luccan squinted, not believing what he saw. Ragheiyont noticed in an instant.

“Fine clippin’ day, yeah?” Grinning, he gave the spit a turn. “I caught us some thatchfish. They’re powerful bland, but good protein.”

Luccan struggled with the evidence before his eyes. He had slept for an hour at most, and lightly at that. How had he not noticed the youngling steal off to go fishing? How had he not noticed until the smell of the fire reached him? “You… You’re making breakfast?” He scrubbed a hand across his eyes.

“Sure. Demons gotta eat, yeah? Or were ya twitch ta walk all the way to the castle on empties?”

Luccan grunted. “You are terrible at being a prisoner,” he said.

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[bethany-sensei]

Thing-a-day #50

Sibs. More dragon boys. I am so tired.

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Meet the blorbos*: Ragheiyont

Series: Chronicle of the Spheres

First appearance: The Shadow Prince

Meet Ragheiyont! When he first appears in the series, it’s just him, his cursed dagger, and his chronic illness against the world. A young adult of dragonkind, he is a proficient thief. He annoys people on purpose as a defense mechanism. His coping strategies are not necessarily healthy, but at least he’s clever.

Feel free to ask me anything about him!

*I’ve decided to babble about my characters because 2023 continues to suck

[bethany-sensei]

I’m in the mood to just ramble a bit about one of my characters—specifically the fact that Ragheiyont’s arc is very queer. I’m not just talking about the fact that he eventually (spoiler) marries a man, although that does help. Nah, it’s more the way he’s an outsider among his own people for something he can’t change about himself (it’s a chronic illness), and he eventually finds community and belonging with people who are not from his home Sphere.

Idk Rahi is my special boy and I love him a lot.