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The Siderians (Northern horse-sized felines) Morthian (blue point) and his mother Vivanna (brown). He is comforting his mother after his father Stian had been shot. Stian's spirit is still there, in the mountains roaming the Northern Fjordlands.
See here the original post on DA.
I've missed these Siderian (Northern horse-sized cats) life snapshots and I've missed Vivanna...so I thought...why not give her a special piece. Vivanna comes across as shy, particularly as an adult - but that's not really what she is. She was quite an extroverted and bold cub and when she's hunting, her brave and determined nature really shows.
That's also one of the things that attracted her mate Stian so much; she took down prey that is usually only hunted by male Siderians. I get the impression that there is quite a lot to her that I have yet to discover. Maybe she will reveal more eventually
See here Vivanna's reference sheet
The pose and an idea of the background is based on a photo of a lioness but I've changed the background into something snowy, so this could be in spring when the top layer of the lakes are beginning to melt, but there is still quite some snow.
DON'T COPY/USE ANYTHING OF THIS! Creative rights belong to me.
Speedpainting of the Siderians Stian and Vivanna along the Fjordland coastline. See here the post on DA: https://www.deviantart.com/felisglacialis/art/Winter-Fjordlands-snowfall-1027507193
Under the Midnight Sun by FelisGlacialis
Stian & Vivanna
Everything is going to change.
She pulled her hair slowly to one shoulder; her fingers lightly touching her skin as she did. Her reflection stared at her in the mirror, a corner of her mouth twitching upwards. She rolled her neck for a moment and sighed. She bent over and grabbed a shirt from the floor; Pagenn's apparently. She slid it over her head--the shirt was long covering her down her thighs a bit. She turned and pressed her back to the glass--her eyes looking over the man who's shirt hung loosely on her. Her head tilted slightly as she spoke softly as if not to wake him, "I feel as if everything is going to change. Let us hope it is not you." She padded over to the bed and climbed in--her body curling close to his.
Entry 1794
The holo recorder cut on, focusing closely on Vivanna's face. Her hair dangled down around her shoulders. She sighed. "I have to dress up, act regal, and not kill anyone. It is rather a bother. A bloody fraking bother." She leaned in, the camera zooming down her cleavage before being placed onto a table. She pulled back and pursed her lips. "Everyone talks in circles here, as if political means are a means to an end. I think I need to start taking things into my hands. Putting down threats to, what they have been calling, my reign." She looked off to the left, "The whole thing is overly complicated, I have to see the Queen tomorrow to officially take my place." She paused, "Once I have things settled here, I want to return to Penum as soon as I possibly can." She rolled her neck and then looked at the camera before cutting it off.
Entry 1793
The recorder cut on again, just as Vivanna slammed her hands down onto a desk, "I will not be pulled onto strings as a puppet for child's play! I am the head of this family! Now act like it!" The man standing across from her stood, pointing at her and yelling, "Just because you are the spawn of our leader does not mean /you/ are the head of this family!" She reached out with her hand, then pulled back with the force. She allowed the force to grab the man by his collar and slam him into the desk, forcing his face onto the surface of said desk. "You ought to remember you are a man. A man with little strength against me. I could crush you if I so see fit, and will in front of others if you dare to defy me again." She let him go and he stumbled backwards, snarling at her. "You need me!" She turned her back to him and spoke in a matter of fact tone, "Not if you hinder me. Now, go." She leaned against the desk, slightly sitting on it with her arms crossed. She sighed. She spoke unto herself, "This trip is ridiculous. I feel as if I need to crack skulls before I get respect around here." She pushed off of the desk and glided out of the room. The recorder filmed the empty room before the battery back up died out.
Entry 1792
The holo-recorder clicked on. The camera zoomed around Vivanna as she sat in a small chair. Another woman attended to her, brushing a grey shimmering shadow across her lids, finishing off with a black glittered liner. She opened her eyes to look at herself in the mirror. She closed her eyes again to adjust her lenses in her eyes. Opening them again, she looked to the woman and inclined her head. She bowed gracefully to Vivanna, "Ma'am." Things seemed so formal. Viv smoothed her gown, red, shimmering. She wasn't used to wearing such things, but she had to anyway. Her hair was long and curled down her back. She stood and walked to the door, her head down for a moment. She raised a hand to the recorder, making a motion downward. The image on screen flickered off.
