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This blog is a byproduct of a HTTYD roleplay I'm doing with my friend we titled Night Riders. You'll probably see some art of our characters and maybe even some writing. Who knows. Anything is possible.
Don't expect this blog to be very active, I made it mostly as a creative outlet.
If you have any questions about any of my characters, I'm always happy to answer. I'm also open to HTTYD themed RPs, so send me a DM if you're interested.
Yet another WIP, this time of Windseeker! Our boy here has acquired some soon-to-be-scars during a RP, so I felt compelled to draw them and finally give him a proper reference sheet in the process
Ft. Valorie (for scale)
(HEAVILY inspired by @lumiidragon 's Stormcutter OC's ref sheet. I really liked the layout and presentation of your girl <3)
Windseeker lore because I don't talk about him enough:
He's a young adult Stormcutter who was born in captivity, and only learned to fly when Valorie took him under her wing (pun). Valorie meets him while she's studying dragon care under Fishlegs, during her and Iskar's visit back to Berk.
Windseeker used to be extremely reactive and an anxious wreck during his time on Berk, unused to living among other dragons and scared of most people, which made him a nuisance and a safety hazard. Valorie, taking after Iskar, employs her complete lack of common sense to try bond with him despite everyone and their mothers telling her it's a Bad Idea. She gains a few scars along the way, but comes out the other side with a new best friend and companion for life.
Windseeker is doing much better now that he lives on Ravenholm (no other dragons), but he's still very shy and prefers to keep to himself most of the time. He's at his most confident when Valorie is around, but he's slowly growing fond of the other humans on the island as well.
He gained his new scars during a fight instigated by one of Iskar's newest enemies. Windseeker inserted himself into the battle to try and protect Iskar, but ended up taking a hit from a Skrill in his stead, which pierced through his outer left wing and hit him in the side. He'll recover in time, but it definitely didn't help his already skittish nature.
Yet another WIP, this time of Windseeker! Our boy here has acquired some soon-to-be-scars during a RP, so I felt compelled to draw them and finally give him a proper reference sheet in the process
Ft. Valorie (for scale)
(HEAVILY inspired by @lumiidragon 's Stormcutter OC's ref sheet. I really liked the layout and presentation of your girl <3)
Windseeker lore because I don't talk about him enough:
He's a young adult Stormcutter who was born in captivity, and only learned to fly when Valorie took him under her wing (pun). Valorie meets him while she's studying dragon care under Fishlegs, during her and Iskar's visit back to Berk.
Windseeker used to be extremely reactive and an anxious wreck during his time on Berk, unused to living among other dragons and scared of most people, which made him a nuisance and a safety hazard. Valorie, taking after Iskar, employs her complete lack of common sense to try bond with him despite everyone and their mothers telling her it's a Bad Idea. She gains a few scars along the way, but comes out the other side with a new best friend and companion for life.
Windseeker is doing much better now that he lives on Ravenholm (no other dragons), but he's still very shy and prefers to keep to himself most of the time. He's at his most confident when Valorie is around, but he's slowly growing fond of the other humans on the island as well.
He gained his new scars during a fight instigated by one of Iskar's newest enemies. Windseeker inserted himself into the battle to try and protect Iskar, but ended up taking a hit from a Skrill in his stead, which pierced through his outer left wing and hit him in the side. He'll recover in time, but it definitely didn't help his already skittish nature.
It was supposed to be an illustration for my fan fiction about selkie-dragons (I don't know if there's a word for human-dragon shapeshifters)
The concept is that some humans (particular tribe I made for this) can turn into dragons if they wear specific skin. One person can turn into one dragon. For example: we have person A, who can turn into monstrous nightmares and person B, who can turn into gronkle, and if they have a child, they can only transform into one of their parents dragon, which will determine wich clan the child belongs to.
The tribe is extinct by the way. There are only a few people left on the archipelago
Also the signature is "krimson" and not "karmirson " cus I first posted this on another social. Different nicknames because Krimson was already taken on Tumblr
|| Iskar of Ravenholm - formerly known as the Huntsman
They say that when he appears, it's like a great shadow passing over the sea. His dragon's wings are big enough to blot out the Sun, and before you know it, your ship has burst into flame.
Smoke envelops you, the air fills with the screams of your crew and the roaring of dragons, and through the hellfire you see his silhouette.
The Huntsman.
And next to him you see his dragon, already eyeing you.
It's a Night Fury. It's bigger than any other you've seen, with scales that blend into the black smoke and wings bigger than the sails of your ship. It's eyes look white against the sea of red around it, and as it begins to prowl closer, snarling, teeth flashing, you find yourself thinking,
This must be what Death looks like.
But the Huntsman holds up a hand, his voice rising above the crackling flames as he says, "Wait." and the dragon halts.
One word.
One word, and Death listens, and turns away from your cowering form to return to its master's side. The Huntsman's outline is dark against the raging inferno that is now your ship, and through your blurry vision, you can see dragons swirling along with the rising smoke. The same dragons you spent weeks trapping and transporting from ship to ship, now free, their angered cries loud enough to make your ears ring.
They all scatter like embers in the wind, until all that remains are you and your crewmates on the burning ship.
And the Huntsman.
He turns to you, then, and you see him properly for the first time since he arrived. The head of the black wolf skin he wears rests on his shoulder, it's glass eyes glinting in the firelight. The Huntsman's face is covered by shadow, but his eyes are bright, and for a moment you can't tell them apart from the wolf's. He's clad in black- or perhaps it's the light behind him that shrouds him in darkness.
He takes a step toward you, dragon in tow.
"Please..." you beg, certain of your demise. If he doesn't kill you, the fire surely will, but that doesn't stop you from trying. He stopped the dragon from attacking you that first time. He's only human. He can be reasoned with.
He stops to stare at you. The dragon at his side looks ready to rip into you at a moment's notice.
Emboldened, you continue, "Mercy, please...! I-I have a family waiting for me, I have a son. Please, don't take his father away!"
He seems to consider you for a moment. Firelight dances across his face revealing hardened eyes smeared with dark charcoal, but you can't read his emotions. Something in his eyes still makes your stomach churn, though.
You know that look. You see it on your crewmates' faces whenever a new dragon is captured and brought on board; a cold, uncaring nonchalance. Your life means nothing to him and you both know it.
The seconds seem to stretch into hours as he stares at you. You don't dare move from your spot, even though you're sure the rest of the crew has already fled the ship. You bought them enough time to escape, and you can't help but think that no matter what happens to you now, you would die a worthy death.
It happens before you realize it. The Huntsman steps forward in the blink of an eye- you see the flash of an axe head, hidden until that point, and feel a sharp pain in your temple before it all goes black.
...
You wake up on the shores of some foreign beach.
There's sand in your teeth, waves blanketing you up to the waist and a throbbing headache behind your eyes. Sunlight blinds you as you peel your eyes open to look around.
The charred remains of your ship surround you in the sand and in the water, blackened wooden planks floating like drowned corpses in the distance. You have no idea where you are. The Sun beats down on you mercilessly, and the water you sit in feels blissfully cold against the searing heat.
You're alive.
It dawns on you slowly and yet all too suddenly, the revelation making your head spin with relief. You survived meeting the Huntsman. You stared into the eyes of Death itself and lived to tell the tale.
And that is exactly what you'll do, you think to yourself, beginning to walk along the shore.
You will continue to live and to tell the tale of the man who arrives like a hurricane, sudden and devastating, bringing fiery destruction down on anyone unfortunate enough to stand in his path.
...
I cannot stress enough how much fun I had while drawing him. He holds a special place in my heart, so I'm very happy to finally have art of him that lives up to my own standards and expectations.
Please welcome the star of the blog and the whole reason it exists in the first place: Iskar of Ravenholm!
(The link in the title leads to his character playlist on Youtube. You can read an extremely abridged version of his story in the playlist's description.)
Alternate version under the cut to show off the Huntsman design better:
That oneshot is actually the very first thing I ever wrote for Iskar, when he was less of a character and more like an idea I had of "a Night Fury rider but Bad". I edited and tweaked it a bit to fit more with his current version, but it's 99% the same as it was when I first wrote it.
Iskar my first proper HTTYD OC, despite me loving the movies and being a part of the fandom for years at that point. I was worried about creating any Night Fury or NF rider OCs because of the hostility and """cringe""" response I saw so many people express towards them at the time, so creating Iskar and Warden felt unironically freeing.
This guy has been rattling around in my head for a long time now, but I only now got to the point where I could draw him confidently and be happy with the result <3 Plus I get to shove him in people's faces when they ask about him now like "Look!! Look, that's my son!!!"
|| Iskar of Ravenholm - formerly known as the Huntsman
They say that when he appears, it's like a great shadow passing over the sea. His dragon's wings are big enough to blot out the Sun, and before you know it, your ship has burst into flame.
Smoke envelops you, the air fills with the screams of your crew and the roaring of dragons, and through the hellfire you see his silhouette.
The Huntsman.
And next to him you see his dragon, already eyeing you.
It's a Night Fury. It's bigger than any other you've seen, with scales that blend into the black smoke and wings bigger than the sails of your ship. It's eyes look white against the sea of red around it, and as it begins to prowl closer, snarling, teeth flashing, you find yourself thinking,
This must be what Death looks like.
But the Huntsman holds up a hand, his voice rising above the crackling flames as he says, "Wait." and the dragon halts.
One word.
One word, and Death listens, and turns away from your cowering form to return to its master's side. The Huntsman's outline is dark against the raging inferno that is now your ship, and through your blurry vision, you can see dragons swirling along with the rising smoke. The same dragons you spent weeks trapping and transporting from ship to ship, now free, their angered cries loud enough to make your ears ring.
They all scatter like embers in the wind, until all that remains are you and your crewmates on the burning ship.
And the Huntsman.
He turns to you, then, and you see him properly for the first time since he arrived. The head of the black wolf skin he wears rests on his shoulder, it's glass eyes glinting in the firelight. The Huntsman's face is covered by shadow, but his eyes are bright, and for a moment you can't tell them apart from the wolf's. He's clad in black- or perhaps it's the light behind him that shrouds him in darkness.
He takes a step toward you, dragon in tow.
"Please..." you beg, certain of your demise. If he doesn't kill you, the fire surely will, but that doesn't stop you from trying. He stopped the dragon from attacking you that first time. He's only human. He can be reasoned with.
He stops to stare at you. The dragon at his side looks ready to rip into you at a moment's notice.
Emboldened, you continue, "Mercy, please...! I-I have a family waiting for me, I have a son. Please, don't take his father away!"
He seems to consider you for a moment. Firelight dances across his face revealing hardened eyes smeared with dark charcoal, but you can't read his emotions. Something in his eyes still makes your stomach churn, though.
You know that look. You see it on your crewmates' faces whenever a new dragon is captured and brought on board; a cold, uncaring nonchalance. Your life means nothing to him and you both know it.
The seconds seem to stretch into hours as he stares at you. You don't dare move from your spot, even though you're sure the rest of the crew has already fled the ship. You bought them enough time to escape, and you can't help but think that no matter what happens to you now, you would die a worthy death.
It happens before you realize it. The Huntsman steps forward in the blink of an eye- you see the flash of an axe head, hidden until that point, and feel a sharp pain in your temple before it all goes black.
...
You wake up on the shores of some foreign beach.
There's sand in your teeth, waves blanketing you up to the waist and a throbbing headache behind your eyes. Sunlight blinds you as you peel your eyes open to look around.
The charred remains of your ship surround you in the sand and in the water, blackened wooden planks floating like drowned corpses in the distance. You have no idea where you are. The Sun beats down on you mercilessly, and the water you sit in feels blissfully cold against the searing heat.
You're alive.
It dawns on you slowly and yet all too suddenly, the revelation making your head spin with relief. You survived meeting the Huntsman. You stared into the eyes of Death itself and lived to tell the tale.
And that is exactly what you'll do, you think to yourself, beginning to walk along the shore.
You will continue to live and to tell the tale of the man who arrives like a hurricane, sudden and devastating, bringing fiery destruction down on anyone unfortunate enough to stand in his path.
...
I cannot stress enough how much fun I had while drawing him. He holds a special place in my heart, so I'm very happy to finally have art of him that lives up to my own standards and expectations.
Please welcome the star of the blog and the whole reason it exists in the first place: Iskar of Ravenholm!
(The link in the title leads to his character playlist on Youtube. You can read an extremely abridged version of his story in the playlist's description.)
Alternate version under the cut to show off the Huntsman design better:
Her thumbs traced the dark rings under his eyes and the crow's feet at their corners gently, as though trying to map every little change she might have missed over the course of those ten years. They drifted down to the bump on the bridge of his nose. Ylva tutted. "Oh, your poor nose... when did this happen?"
Iskar lifted his shoulders in a helpless shrug. "Couple years ago. I got into a brawl."
Ylva huffed, eyes moving up to look into Iskar's own. Her eyebrow arched playfully. "Did you win?"
Iskar laughed for what felt like the first time in a decade. His hands moved to hold onto hers and squeezed, while his heart swelled and threatened to burst out of his chest.
I can't believe the first proper drawing of Iskar on this blog is the one where he looks the least like himself 😭 what an introduction
I'm feeling really happy with how this piece is turning out, so I wanted to share it :) Set about a month after Drago's defeat, when Iskar finally gets to give up on being the Huntsman and return home after 10 years. The woman is Ylva, Iskar's adoptive mother
