I totally forgot to upload this LOL yay for messy ref sheets
uhhh yeah I made a RWBY oc. she’s a wolf Faunus... based off the fairy tale figure The Big Bad Wolf and the tarot card The Moon... yep. She might look pretty scary but she’s actually really nice. That doesn’t mean she’s above giving out noogies, though.
When she comes in and out of invisibility there’s a split second where you see a flicker of her body entirely in shadow with Scary Glowy Red Eyes. ya know. aesthetics.
My comfort characters can be two emotionally stunted, touchstarved reptiles in their weird shadow realm rediscovering physical comfort through each other
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Soft, tentative caresses winding their way across warm, glowing skin.
Something that the Dragonblooded knew others took comfort in. There was just an odd mixture of discomfort creeping, prickling along, paired with a soothing of the gnarled root knot that seemed to replace internal organs. Silfr couldn't identify it.
Couldn't remember the last time there had been a touch not intent to swing a blade to carve skin, blows that rattled bones and teeth, magic piercing, searing, eating through muscle and blood.
Had Silfr ever had anything other then those kinds of touch…? Memories fragmented like shards of ice, warped reflections looking back.
A creature so small, so weak--looking up at a fading figure's barely twitching hands that stroked a cheek before falling-
A band of warriors, arms slung around shoulders before they splintered into blood and viscera-
Maybe then.
Broad, lithe hands carefully, haltingly slid across flesh and dark scale, cradling gently while the winding forms wrapped around limbs, the four emerald eyes evaluating the Dragon's wary expression.
The Serpent didn't move further, pausing out of uncertainty of his own.
Maybe sharing the same odd mixture in the Dragon's own chest. Just as hesitant, just as unsure, but at the same time something deeper driving it closer. The same thing that stilled the Dragon's hand originally.
Silfr raised a hand, slowly, claws barely brushing the Serpent's hand back. Maybe this sort of touch would become familiar. Maybe it would eventually calm and untangle the knot that were the organs and flesh within…
Wanted to do a bit of a lineup through the prominent points in time that Silfr's gone through, the guy's been through A Lot.
Some more in depth explanations/lore ramblings below:
"Birth"
Silfr was born of a profaned ritual of a heretical branch of the Dragon Cult, from the soul of a stillborn infant "Dragon God", and the body of a discarded Warrior.
Silfr's first memories are the scent of blood, jumbled mixtures of knowing this body was too big, but the soul within too small, the body too weak but the mind too strong, everything, everything, wrong, wrong, wrong.
Scales were barely visible and only a stripe across the eyes, the fingers, and a barely formed tail originally, along with visible scarring and a blind eye!
Pre ER
Healing and growing stronger under the care of the Cult, Silfr, at the time referred to only as the "Dragon God", was put on a pedestal, cared for as more of an object of worship then a person.
Silfr knew very little, for the most part following the Cult's dictations, but still something deep within knew this was not right. Silfr ated the weight of responsibility and worship put into the air Silfr breathed, and began to question if the Dragon God had really been reborn into this inhabited flesh, or if it was something worse.
Scales over the top half of Silfr's face, but not quite onto the ears yet, along with fully covered hands, a slightly longer tail, and scars starting to shrink and fade.
Start of ER
Silfr finally worked up the courage to flee the Dragon Cult after waiting for the flesh to grow strong enough to swing a blade, a gesture both extremely foreign and new, and something deeply buried as a comforting, welcome motion.
The garb of a Confessor was the first and only thing Silfr was able to find to escape the Cult, and very early on picked up the Reduvia as a first weapon after receiving aid from Yura upon being attacked by Nejirus not long after escaping.
Scales cover the top half of Silfr's face, ears, and up to the elbows, tail is almost as long as Silfr's legs, and scars are fully gone. Left eye is still blind. About 5'8" tall.
Mid-Late ER
Growing in confidence as a warrior, Silfr's buried frustrations, mixed with the constant fear and paranoia, and the newly consumed Dragon Hearts culminates in Silfr becoming a creature of wrath and silent anger, taking everything out on almost every living thing crossing Silfr's path.
The Dragon Heart Communion starts awakening and unlocking Silfr's inherent draconic abilities, increasing Silfr's already existing abilities for fire breath, along with allowing magic, scarlet rot, and frost breaths as well, and slight transformations with claws, horns when emotional, and the start of the half-transformation.
Scales more prominent on face, covers up to shoulders, and tail is noticeably larger and harder to hide. Slitted pupils and sharp teeth emerge, and Silfr more commonly has smoke breath when speaking. About 7' tall.
Post SOTE
Now a calmer, serious, more confident warrior, though still has moments of a temper flaring and draconic behaviors. Silfr still fears the Cult and it's attempts to reclaim their Dragon God, but has grown massively in both size and strength, along with finding refuge in the Shadow Keep, finally granting a semblance of peace.
Has also grown into an identity Silfr finally considers a unique identity that Silfr owns, and was not created by someone else. Silfr, the Dragonblooded. Silfr, the Dragon of the Shadow Keep. Silfr, The Impaler's Consort. All titles Silfr forged without the Cult, and identities Silfr holds dear.
Post-Bayle and the consumption of Bayle's heart, Silfr fully entered the form of the Dragon God (or what could be it), for the first time. It was through the efforts of Messmer, enlisting the aid of the Dragon Priestess, that after twenty-four days of agonizing reverting of the transformation, bit by bit, that Silfr returned to a familiar form, though not unscathed.
Scales fully cover top half of face, with permanent two sets of horns, and pointed ears. Small scale spikes on jaw, and small tusks. Scales fully cover shoulders and up to mid thigh, collarbones, and Silfr's entire neck and throat. Tail is quite large and often drags on the floor, and Silfr has a pair of infantile, underdeveloped wings that are kept bound due to chronic pain (With Messmer's help for it.) About 8' tall.
:) The little bracelet is one of Messmer's and was gifted to Silfr upon accepting the offer to become a consort to Messmer's claims of Lordship.
