these two would raise little devil children

in character

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:D

bored so i figured id make a base for my use



for convenience
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I finally got around to starting Wings of Fire and I LOVE it so far!! I've only read the first book but I just ordered the next four ^^"
(No spoilers pleeeassse ;u;)

This lad isn't meant to be a specific character or anything, but he's vaguely inspired by Clay from WoF. I drew this with my mouse since I didn't feel like using my drawing tablet rn c:

mmnm i am trying to,, create a feral design for this character so i can,, at least draw him
i have
specific colours in mind but i just cant,,, get them,, or if i get close they feel too jarring on a canine

no idea what i was doing with the collar i jsut
i didnt even line it i jsut slapped it on ewdtfrgy


me? using colours i cant even differentiate once im not zoomed in? no ♡

if u love him as much as me i am sorry im not uploading him until i get a humanoid ref for him

Tanisha ran, skipping as she felt her spirits being lifted by the music, by the sounds before crashing down once more. As she felt the emotions she reacted with her body, skipping before slinking forward. She soon came across the pair creating the incredible music, a blue lion and a dappled grey lioness. They skipped a note and then sharing a glance they stopped their performance.

“No, please keep going.” Tanisha gasped, panting from her run. She had never felt this involved with expressing the emotions and things inside her. The lioness with the strange instrument went to resume but the lion, the one who had sung held out a paw, with a soft confused look on his face.

“Were you attempting to dance while running?” He asked, head tilted, a strange expression on his sky coloured face.

“What's dancing?” Tanisha asked cautiously back. She had heard of flames dancing but wasn't that just movement? Of course Tanisha had been moving while running, pretty hard not to. The instrument screeched to a stop.

“What's dancing?! You don't know?” The two gasped and exclaimed. Tanisha felt herself blush under her pale fur. She often felt sheltered by her pride but surely she hadnt missed something too important right?

But as the two explained it felt like Tanisha had missed a huge art form, one so different to the others her pride used. It was expression through the body's movement and Tanisha knew she had to try it. She had always felt the urge to move and sway with music,even just the rudimentary forms she had heard before but now it appeared there were names for such feelings, and a lion who could help her put them into action. His name was Uro, and Tanisha could hardly stay still in her excitement.

It appeared she had found a medium.

(Random mix of 1 + 2 sort of (It went off track))


Dancing was a lot harder than Tanisha had originally thought. Timing, coordination and being aware of where her paws were at all times all played such huge roles. Repeating the same few movements over and over again, trying to make it so each feeling in her story could be properly expressed. She loved expressing joy the most, but to move into sadness, to watch her mentor, Uro, face fall with her own body language was its own reward as well, to see how her actions convey emotion to others. It was something she had always wanted for herself, the ability to act through a medium and tell stories.

The more she learnt, the more she loved dancing. None of the other mediums had ever felt like this for her. She felt in control of her audience and for the first time she felt truly in control of herself. She found herself holding her head higher, a spring in her step. She danced as she did her chores, as she ate and drank, and sometimes even as she slept.

She had no clue how she had ever held back, how she had survived without the music and dance in her body. It was a part of her now, a part that made her feel whole and brave.
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im straight up having a mental breakdown
but dont worry ill be fine
: )

I havent done a S6 in so long, feel like I've gotten rusty

For Tanisha there was nothing better than a good story. They was something about them that was so powerful they were almost otherworldly. It wasn't just the words, it was the feelings, the atmosphere, the imagery so strong that for a moment you felt like you were there.

Running through a magical forest looking for lost treasure.

Celebration after great battles are won in the name of honour.

Heart clenching in despair and grief as everything you cared for was lost.

Relief when, in the end everything turned out alright.

The revenge, the lies, deceit, truth, life, death all woven together, parts of the great tapestry of life.

It was addictive, both hearing the stories, but also passing them on. It was this shared joy that gave rise to a wandering pride, one that enraptured any they met. They were nicknamed the Silk Show and they were said to be the greatest storytellers of all time.

It was a huge standard for Tanisha to live up to, she had been born in the pride and so while she could leave. It was her dream to join them properly, to work alongside her parents and pride mates rather than depending on them.

There was one problem.

Tanisha hadn't found a Medium.

Having a medium was necessary in her pride, at least if you wanted to tell stories alongside others. They were the unique methods in which they set the scene for their stories.
Each member of her pride had a unique way of showing and expressing their tales.

While one lion sculpted figures from liquid earth, blasting them into pottery another lion might talk through flicking flames, another drew sweeping arcs with dark ink across light bark, her mate spinning orbs of water through the air. Magic was a favoured medium for many, but there were also the no less interesting lions who could pull others in with nothing other than words.

But while it was incredible, none of it called to Tanisha’s own stories. She tried so many things, desperate to join in but nothing felt right. Her sculptures fell flat, the fire burnt her and the water just soaked her paws.

Using her paws to explain sometimes helped but it didn't feel like Enough. It was good, but not good enough. Her words often stumbled over one another and while others listened anyway she didn't have the same draw and appeal to her stories that others had.

Until one day, as she washed down in a cool river, she heard something.

It was fine and reedy and yet powerful. A voice sang along, masculine though the words couldn't be heard from the distance. Music. It was the one medium her group didn't have much access to, this music in the distance was far more expressive than the warbling her brother said was his medium, or the bass-like drum that set the pace when the troop moved. It was the humming of voices, and an instrument that was sung in such a different way to the drum that Tanisha wondered how the sounds they created could both be called music.
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i don't ever do fanart(it makes me really anxious for some reason lol) but maybe I'm a little bit in love with
Elizabeth the Dragoness ( and maybe just Shrek in general)

don't mind the wings lol I couldn't get them right

oh gosh this is so cursed

Just drawing out some negative feelings but it kinda,, looks rather cool and i also hope it isn't too terrifying aaa anskdnf
Don't worry I'm okay I got distracted by my love for Venti from Genshin Impact and how cool the RBG effect makes this look snkdnfkf

Thanks again so much gardog,, I absolutely adore him <3

oh no its not a horse

kitty doesn't sleep because they're dead, but they like to pretend

Decided with a different approach and didn't use black at all

I hope its fine that I experimented a bit..

anyways thanks for coming back : )

they have appl

yuh yuh

a thing.. IDK TWTWT

this isn't how it works