#saiel

[binhadoodles]

Tiny belated birthday gift for my baby @the-realm-of-nora 💟💟💟

Happy birthday 💟❤️💝

[kurai-sawada]

Free sketch for @the-realm-of-nora He’s her original character called Saiel. I enjoyed drawing him and I had the feeling that he was quite cocky so I wanted to show that.

I hope you enjoy it! :D

[friendlyforestbeast]

My terrible children; Kir and Saiel~

[sleepyforestbeast]

Do you have any Dragon or other "monster" characters?

Hullo!!!! :D

I do!! My oldest OCs Saiel and Kir (he has a human dnd version that's a completely different character but looks the same) started off as dragons then became monsters later :D they were for a multiverse setting I'd developed when i was a kid that I could slot all my OCs into anime AUs but I eventually changed it to a standalone fantasy sci-fi setting :D

As dragons they were light and dark dragons respectively but they kept that dichotomy going when I changed them to monsters XD

I'm always drawn to creating monster OCs i just think they're neat :D

I'd say Flynn, my triton, is also a monster because I don't intend to keep her design "normal" when I eventually draw her XD

I also have an unnamed werehyena that I've been meaning to flesh out more that's been rotating in my mind lately XD

[heimdallwatchesyou]

¯\_(ewe)_/¯ @the-realm-of-nora our boissss ( x ) Commissions are open!

[friendlyforestbeast]

Sometimes the universe offers you a little push in the right direction. When that fails your friend slams on the accelerator and deactivates the breaks. 

[theresafeatherinmydrink]

Hot damn! For Saiel

9/10 would bang (again)

-Male, hot, tattooed, and an elf. With the awesome twitchy ears.-Has shown himself to be good and attentive in bed-Smells like a good person-Doesn’t mind the whole “shapeshifter” thing-She doesn’t actually know him all that well. At all.-Sent her jewelry, which is just ??? why would you do that in her book-Blood elf, therefore Horde, therefore unlikely to be a repeat experience-Seems friendly regardless of whether sex is a likelihood, which confuses her. (“are you flirting or being friendly plz explain”)-actually she probably doesn’t remember his name-whoops

[grumpymage]

"I swear I will not kill him. Now tell me where he lives.”

Oh, it had galled to make that promise., but… Saiel hadn’t really injured Kriann. At least not physically. And the promise, coupled with the warning that if he didn’t do something, Taldaerin might, had netted him the information. Now it was a matter of waiting for the rogue’s return, sequestered in a ruined building across the square with his gaze turned toward Saiel’s house.

His patience, already wearing thin, had nearly snapped by the time Saiel finally staggered up to his door near dawn. It was clear from the rogue’s unsteady, wavering steps that he was drunk; a state that suited Cievian just fine. With his anger boiling over, causing the air around him to spark and jump, Cievian stormed across the square, his robes swirling about his feet.

He didn’t bother to knock, or even to try the door. Drawing his sword, he flung a burst of arcane energy at the door. It exploded inwards, showering the room within in shards of wood. Cievian followed after it. Saiel wasn’t in the living room, but the explosion had him lurching into the room while the mage stood, searching.

“The fuck--” The rogue’s protest was cut off by an icy wind. It drove him back against the wall, and Cievian followed in its wake. Saiel reached for a dagger, forgetting that he had stripped of all but his pants upon hitting the door to his room. He didn’t really have time to regret the decision before Cievian’s sword was at his throat, the mage leaning close enough that the sparks of energy around him caused Saiel’s skin to crawl.

“Give me one good reason that I should not see you dead.” The mages eyes, narrowed to slits, burned brightly with an excess of energy. He watched while Saiel struggled to think past the drunken haze that coated his brain, disgusted. With a snarl, Cievian backed away, watched the rogue relax, watched him think of going for his knives.  And struck out with the blade, opening a shallow cut clean from his hips to his shoulders.

Saiel staggered, falling away from the wall.

Cievian glared down at him, his hand clenching on the hilt of the sword. “The next cut won’t be so shallow. Stay away from him.” Without waiting for a response, he turned, heading for the ruined door.

An inarticulate yell behind him warned him of Saiel’s intent. The rogue, abandoning all subtlety and intelligent thought, pushed himself off the ground and charged Cievian from behind. The mage merely pivoted, sinking a fist full of pure arcane energy into Saiel’s gut.

Again, the rogue fell to the floor, spasming as the runes tattooed across his back attempted to absorb the energy. Again, Cievian turned his back on him.

“You can consider the items you stole from me payment for your door.”