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‘I’m going to ignore you, now,’ said Ka’harja as he turned away. ‘Nothing personal, I just don’t want to hear you speak ever again.’


I really want to finish this one so hnnnng even though I don't have my laptop back I've started the line art, though the canvas is half the size I would have liked ;(

Elli is a good lady and I love drawing her.


Hayt! Paying the universe forward for something nice Toro did for her once (and unbeknownst to her, she's actually helping Toro's daughter!)

1st excerpt is 200 words, 2nd is 90 words!


‘What’s your name?’

She doesn’t respond.

‘I can wait all day.’

‘Hayt.’

‘Well, Hayt. I need that coin purse back.’

Hayt begrudgingly hands it over.

‘I shouldn’t, but I believe in second chances,’ he says as he takes back the coin purse. ‘So get going back to your parents.’

‘Don’t patronise me, fat-man,’ Hayt mumbles under her breath as she walks away.

Toro laughs, and the kid’s tail fluffs out when she realises he’d heard her.

‘Good mouth on you!’ he laughs. ‘Now get before I mistake you for one of my own kids and take you home with me!’

Hayt looks at him for a second, then a sly smirk appears on her face. ‘How did someone as ugly as you find a girl who’d let you have kids with her?’

Toro scoffs, then laughs.

Hayt gives him the finger, but he sees her grinning playfully and knows she’s just being a cheeky felinic kid.

‘Alright, move off before I change my mind.’

‘Hah, right,’ Hayt snorted. ‘So what? Do I owe you something now?’

‘Nah,’ Toro shook his head. ‘I’m just being a decent person. Just pay it forward when you can. … Pretend you owe the universe.’

~~~~

‘You’ve done a lot for me,’ she sighs. ‘Is there anything I can do to thank you?’

‘I’m just paying forward,’ Hayt responds. ‘It’s a bit of a thing I have going on. Do something nice for someone so maybe they’ll do something nice for someone else. You know.’

‘That’s a nice idea,’ Ka’tassah grins. ‘Doesn’t sound like it came from this area.’

‘Some old guy did it for me once. Felt good. Pretty sure it made me a better person. So I make sure I do the same.’


Before Elli could say anything, Sensin had picked Ykelt up under the arms and was holding him up in the air like a limp sack of fruit.

‘Come near Elli again and I will snap you in half like the twig you are!’ he growled, giving the man a shake. ‘How dare you take advantage of her like that! I will end you!’

>TFW you fuck your sister-in-law, so her husband picks you up under the arms and your life flashes before your eyes making you regret every choice you've ever made leading up to this moment and you realise you love your own wife and vow to never cheat on her ever again


‘Once I found an ocean catfish stuck in my cave as a kid,’ Keek explained. ‘I was cleaning and stuck my tail in a crevice to scoop out some shells and the next thing I know it had swallowed half of me! I remember struggling with it before my mum came to check on me and she just FREAKED out and started bashing it with the broom!’

‘You have brooms underwater?’ Warner asked. ‘What for?’

‘Sweeping,’ Keek answered simply. ‘Anyway— she was bashing it—’


‘I could go home.’

Tru’man hesitated. ‘Wh-What?’

‘Das,’ she said slowly. ‘I … want to leave Heck’ne too. I feel so. … Unalive here. I need to heal.’

Tru’man reluctantly looked around, then sighed. ‘I understand. … Go. Be happy and … visit me?’

‘Of course I will,’ Scaychie smiled warmly, and wrapped her arms and wings around Tru’man. ‘I will heal and then come back for you.’

Tru’man blushed, and they gave a gentle kiss. ‘I’m too scared to say goodbye. … Leave without telling me when. It will be easier.’

‘Are you sure?’ Scaychie asked.

‘If you tell me when I … might not be strong enough to let you go.’


Elli meets Scaychie for the first time

290 words

cw: manipulation


‘Where’s Keeyata?’ Elli asked, standing on her toes to try and see over Linzor’s wings. She could see someone behind him— Though it didn’t look like Keeyata. ‘I’ve been dying to see her! I have to show her the girls! And she’s had another baby, right? Where is she?’

‘She sends her love,’ Linzor said with a frown and a nod of the head. ‘Or her version of love, anyway.’

Elli sighed. ‘She’s not coming?’

‘Why would she?’

‘I thought she’d like to see me again,’ Elli said sheepishly. ‘I’ve missed her.’

Linzor laughed loudly. ‘Oh, dear Elli,’ he said, taking a deep breath and grabbing her by her cheeks. ‘Sweet, naive Elli.’

Elli pulled away from Linzor and frowned, rubbing her now-sore cheeks as he walked away. As he did, he was trailed by a tired-looking dassen woman and a young boy. For a second, Elli’s heart stuck in her throat. The dassen woman was young, and looked … like. …

Sensin stepped beside her and wrapped his arm around her waist. ‘That’s your friend?’

‘He was, yeah,’ Elli gave an anxious grin. ‘He hasn’t changed a bit.’

‘You alright?’

‘Yeah. Yeah. I was just hoping to see Keeyata as well.’

The dassen woman stopped and turned to stare at Elli.

Sensin’s grip on Elli’s hip tightened, and Elli knew he saw it too.

For a moment, the dassen woman stared. Then a wide grin spread over her face and she rushed over to Elli.

‘You must be Elli!’ she exclaimed, thrusting her forehead against Elli’s with a painful thunk. ‘My name’s Scaychie! Keeyata’s told me everything about you— Is it true that your son is going to be king of Sapious? And are you really a dream walker?’


Ka'harja's Journey, Chapter 7 excerpt:

‘Well, uh—’

Before he could get the words out of his mouth, Annanyn plopped herself between the pair and offered them both fish from her complicated-looking platter. As she turned to Ka’harja her face pulled in a grimace. ‘What’s that smell?’

‘What smell?’ Sken asked.

‘Smells like mouldy cloth,’ Annanyn muttered, sniffing at the air. ‘I think someone’s cast magic here recently.’

‘What?’ Ka’harja laughed. ‘What are you talking about?’

Annanyn was too busy sniffing to respond, so Sken answered for her. ‘She’s an aura sensor. She can smell magic.’

‘Smell magic?’ Ka’harja echoed. ‘I though aura sensors … sensed magic.’

‘Smell is a sense,’ Sken scoffed, rolling her eyes and grinning playfully. ‘Every aura sensor is different. Annanyn smells it. … What sort of magic is it, puddle-hopper?’


‘I DON’T WANT TO PUT ON PANTS!’ the screech from downstairs was followed by a loud crash and doors slamming.

He stood to respond, but before he could even open his mouth he heard Ell’ian yell a response.

‘YOU WILL PUT ON YOUR PANTS WHEN LILTH TELLS YOU TO OR I WILL PUT THEM ON FOR YOU! DON’T MAKE ME COME INSIDE!’

Screaming followed, and more doors were slammed, but after a few moments Toro heard his daughter yell about wanting “the blue ones” and let out a loud sigh.

Putting on his own pants, he stumbled to the door and shouted down the hall, ‘ELLOW’HEN! YOU TREAT AUNTY LILTH WITH RESPECT OR YOU’LL LOSE YOUR LIZARD PRIVILEGES!’

The shouting grew into a loud cry, which cut off when Toro yelled back that he meant it.

‘YOU WON’T BE ALLOWED TO EAT LIZARDS FOR A WHOLE WEEK IF YOU DON’T BEHAVE!’

There was no response; which Toro knew was a victory.


Carol and Wyppet get into a fight because Wyppet says a slur.

720 words

cw: violence / r slur

‘What’s your problem, Wyppet?’ Carol asked with an angry snort.

‘You’re too good for him!’ Wyppet replied.

‘Excuse me?’ Carol gasped. ‘He is the funniest— the sweetest— The most kind-hearted person I have ever met!’

‘There’s something wrong with him, Carol!’ said Wyppet. ‘And you’re the smartest person I know! You speak five languages, for Scara’s sake! You can’t stay with him!’

‘Why not?’ Carol snapped.

‘Because he’s not on your level,’ Wyppet sighed loudly. ‘You’re never going to have an intellectual conversation with him! He’s an idiot, Carol!’

‘Shut up!’ Carol exclaimed.

‘It’s the truth, Carol!’

‘I said shut the fuck up!’ Carol hissed, jumping to her feet. ‘Don’t you dare talk about him like that!’

‘Why not?’ Wyppet growled back, standing and glaring at Carol. ‘It’s true! He’s the dumbest person I’ve ever met! You deserve better than a retard boyfriend!’

Geoff dropped the tray of drinks and the girls turned to the door, finally realising he’d returned.

Paling, Wyppet looked away and began to stammer an apology. ‘Geoff, I— I didn’t mean—‘

‘—I know I am not smart,’ he interrupted. ‘My head does not think properly, and I do not learn like normal. I know. I have known since my head hit rock and all my thoughts came loose. Everyone has known. You are not the first to use that word on me, but … you are the first to act as a friend and then call me ababhi when you think I cannot hear. Why? Why would you say this? Why have you lied to me? I do not understand why you would hate me for my head!’

‘That’s not what I meant,’ Wyppet stammered. ‘I just meant that—’

‘—But you said it,’ Geoff whispered, his voice breaking as his tears escaped his eyes and streamed down his cheeks. ‘You said it! Kaka mia mal sasao! Kaka mia— You said it!’

‘Geoff! Geoff, come back!’

Geoff barely heard Carol call after him as he rushed away. He leapt down the stairs, catching air with his wings to slow his fall— then collided with Warner.

Food spilled across the hallway floor as Warner dropped his plate and stumbled against the front door.

For a moment the two were stunned, then Geoff pushed off Warner and turned to the lounge. He was at the open window before Warner grabbed him from behind and wrestled him onto the couch.

‘Geoff! What happened?’ Warner exclaimed, pulling him onto the floor and holding him tightly. ‘What’s wrong?’

Carol’s heavy footsteps sounded down the stairs as she rushed after Geoff. She slipped on the last step and crashed into the door. Barely noticing that she’d shattered the decorative glass she turned and ran to Geoff, throwing her arms around him and burying her face in his hair.

‘Geoff! Geoff it’s okay!’ she gasped. ‘It’s okay! It’s okay!’

‘No! No it is not!’ Geoff shook his head and struggled in Warner’s grasp. ‘It is not okay! It is not okay!’

‘Geoff,’ Wyppet mumbled from the hall. ‘Geoff, I didn’t mean—’

‘—Get out!’ Carol interrupted.

‘But— Carol—’

‘—I SAID GET OUT!’ shrieking, Carol leapt to her feet and advanced on her friend. She grabbed the closest thing to her and threw it. ‘GET OUT! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!’

Wyppet barely managed to avoid the wine bottle as it flew past her head; and the glass cup that followed hit her in the shoulder and shattered. With a cry of pain and another cup hitting its mark, she stumbled out the door and disappeared down the street.

‘I HATE YOU!’ Carol let out a shriek as she slammed the front door— And gave another as it bounced open. She slammed it again and again until the last panel shattered, then she kicked it and swore, and slammed it again. ‘I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!’

Then she went quiet, and slowly stumbled back to the boys.

Geoff sobbed as she pulled him into a hug. He tried to pull away when his makeup smeared into her shirt, but she pulled him back and kissed his cheek over and over.

‘I am— I— Not a— Am not—’ he choked on his words before finally managing to take a breath and crying loudly. ‘I am sorry I am ababhi! I am sorry! You deserve better than ababhi!’

‘No!’ Carol put her forehead against his and looked him in the eye. ‘You’re the most I could ever want. Ever. Nothing could ever, ever change that.’


‘What was it you used to call me?’ she asked, a tired sigh making her seem smaller. ‘I can’t remember.’

‘Honeysuckle,’ Taldurl’s voice was scarcely a whisper as he pressed against his wife, his lips almost touching her neck. ‘It was honeysuckle.’


‘I hope Centy’s doing alright with her,’ Liamara mumbled. ‘I hope she’s not too hard to handle.’

‘Centela loves her,’ Geoff said gently.

‘Good. She deserves that,’ Liamara sighed and rolled over. ‘I’m glad that she can get it from someone.’

‘Why not from you?’ Geoff asked.

‘It’s hard,’ Liamara rolled back to look at him. ‘Whenever I look at her I see. …’

‘See what?’

‘Her father.’

‘You said he was nobody important.’

Liamara sat up. ‘Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt to think about it.’

Geoff hugged her. She hugged back so tight it hurt.

‘If we ever do go back to Heck’ne, point at him and tell me who he is,’ Geoff mumbled. ‘I will break his neck for you.’

‘Thanks, Geoff,’ she sniffed into his shoulder. ‘You’re the best.’


Mingan and Centela reunite, first draft

170 words

‘Centy...’ Mingan looked like she couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry. ‘I didn’t believe a word Linzor said.’

‘N... No?’

‘He was clearly having a breakdown,’ she stated so matter-of-factly it made Centela blush.

‘And what I said... about...’

‘Do you love me, Centy?’

‘What?’

‘Do you love me?’

‘Yes. Yes of course I love you— How could I not?’

She put her hand on his, and smiled warmly. ‘Then it’s okay. You’ve never lied to me— Only kept secrets. And remember that I said it was okay? That you were allowed your secrets?’

‘I do,’ his shoulders dropped, and he seemed to relax. ‘But I still feel... I still feel guilty.’

‘I know,’ she said, gently. Then she took a deep breath, and sat up straight. ‘Centy... I think you should stop keeping secrets. At least from me. Is that okay? I know it’s hard, and scary, but no more secrets.’

Centela nodded. ‘No more fear. I like the sound of that.’


From Ka'harja's Journey, chapter 6

190 words

‘She’ll be fine,’ said Distro. She began to stretch as Dena dried and dressed herself.

‘You gonna get dressed?’ Ka’harja scoffed. ‘Or at least dry off?’

‘Nah, I’m alright!’ Distro grinned, starting back towards the camp. ‘I’ll just drip-dry.’

Ka’harja watched the two mothers leave with Little Demon. They talked happily between themselves; like old friends who’d known each other for years. Ka’harja felt almost jealous that Dena and his mother had bonded so quickly in the past month. Especially when he considered the cold looks Dena gave him.

He shook his head. It wasn’t Dena’s fault; she’d lived with Kay’oten for … who knows how long? He could only imagine what she saw when she looked at him. He thought it must be for her like it was for him when he was young, and first saw himself in a mirror. … That horrible, familiar face that wasn’t quite his parents’ but close enough to make him sick.

He sighed. He just had to be patient with Dena until she saw him as himself, and not a reminder of the Heck’ne.

‘That’s not fair,’ Stars mumbled, swimming up next to Ka’harja. ‘Everyone gets to be naked except for me.’

‘You’re naked now,’ he pointed out.


Little Demon's first word.

cw: swearing

‘Maybe I should get Coff something nice,’ Ka’harja mused. He held Little Demon under the arms and lifted him up against the sky. ‘What do you think, you scabby little fucker? Should I get him chocolate or flowers?’

Little Demon gave a gurgle, and Ka’harja laughed and pulled him back against his chest.

‘Hah, idiot,’ Ka’harja teased. ‘That’s what you are, aren’t you? Stupid!’

‘F. ... Flu!

‘That’s a new noise,’ snickering, Ka’harja adjusted the wiggling infant until he was more comfortable. ‘You trying to say flowers? Flowers. Can you say that?’

‘F. ... Fuck.’

Ka’harja felt his blood ice over.

Shit.

‘Fucker.’

Oh Eighth Child of the Ninth.

‘Uh, right,’ Ka’harja smacked his lips together and stood straight. ‘Right. Right. Baku? Baku!’

Baku stuck his head out of the caravan he’d disappeared into. ‘Yeah?’

‘Hold this for me,’ he didn’t wait for a response before thrusting Little Demon info Baku’s arms. ‘I have to— I gotta go.’

‘Ka’harja!’ Baku called back loudly as Ka’harja disappeared around a corner. ‘Hey! No! Stars asked you to look after him! I’m busy! Sken said. ... BY THE GODDESS KA’HARJA WHAT DID TOU DO TO HIM?’


Was working on this last night but stopped to go for a drive with my wife

I’m gonna try and draw something from scratch before I work more on this, so a 6~ month old sketch isn’t the first finished piece of the year

Also for those who aren’t familiar with wheelchairs; LD has an independent chair, Viti has a dependent chair. I’ve been trying to get the hang on drawing both but I’ve only got personal experience with dependent chairs SO that one came out a bit better


Elli, a Canis diplomat, married one of Konde's princes to help make a peace treaty. Then she goes and screws it up by having an affair with the prince of Canis. Needless to say, it's a drama that causes a very serious meeting between the two kingdoms.

Distro, though, knows how to diffuse a room.

200 words

‘If we are seeking forgiveness for our past mistakes from our allies, doesn’t it make sense to offer them the same curtesy?’

Nirine stared at her son in disbelief as her court muttered disapprovingly. Elli could feel their gazes boring into her. As well as the gazes of the Canis diplomats. The only eyes she could see that didn’t look like daggers were Ykelt’s— And Distro’s.

Distro was shaking her head, but her gaze was soft and forgiving. Then she took a deep breath and addressed the room. ‘He’s right, and I’m willing to forgive you, Nirine.’

‘You— Excuse me?’

The room began to mutter, and Elli was stunned. What?

‘I’m willing to forgive you, for the actions of your daughter-in-law,’ Distro clarified, grinning widely. ‘She seduced my grandson, you see. And now we’re caught in this slurry of political drama. And I just want you to know I forgive you. And I especially forgive your son for not keeping her satisfied— If you know what I mean!

The comical wink Distro gave made the room fall silent.

Then Sensin’s mother laughed, and shook her head. ‘You forgive him for. ... Oh, Distro! Oh, Goddess, Distro.’


‘Ah, yeah, I didn’t think those two got along much,’ Ka’harja replied. ‘Did something happen between them?’

Coff shook his head. ‘N-No. They just— They just— Just—‘

‘Just don’t get along?’ Ka’harja offered.

Coff bit his lip and nodded. ‘Y-Yea—’

‘—HAH!’ Distro’s laugh cut in from above, and the boys turned to see her, Denni, and Dena staring down at them from the top of the hill. ‘GAAAAY!’

‘THAT’S THE POINT!’ Ka’harja shouted back as his mother began her way down towards him. ‘Aw, no, what does she want— THIS IS A PRIVATE CONVERSATION! GO AWAY!’

‘YOU SKIPPED BREAKFAST!’ Distro pointed to Denni, who brandished a loaf of bread high above her head. ‘BUT IF YOU’RE GOING TO BE UNGRATEFUL, THEN FINE! DENNI?’

The loaf of bread sailed in a perfect arc through the air and Ka’harja didn’t have time to respond before it hit him full in the face.

‘Ow!’ Ka’harja exclaimed, dramatically motioning from his face to the bread. ‘Seriously? SERIOUSLY?’

‘LOVE YOU!’ his mother called back. Then she headed back up the hill and put an arm around each of her friends, leading them both back towards camp.

‘Gods! I swear! Sometimes she’s just— UGH!’ Ka’harja flopped onto his back and gave a groan. ‘Sorry about her.’


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