My writing and art! Main @cjadewyton and polished work on @jade-wyton
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.
Just updating an old WIP from earlier in the year. Getting the lines done :)
Renismia, from my back-burner project Water Born.
She's forces her way into existence, pulling herself out if the ocean, unknowingly as the prophesied harbinger of the apocolypse called the "Water-Born"
She gets frozen for a few hundred years in an ice desert, before lands shift and she's found by a spellcastsr who realises who she is and frees her (in an attempt to learn more about and stop the prophecy, but he accidentally starts it).
My first breaths were laboured and hard, but each one felt like nothing I had known before.
I coughed icy droplets into the snow below me and clawed myself out of the once-still water that desperately tried to pull me down. The water knew it was too late to take me back, but it wasn’t going to let me go without a fight.
Finally, after hours of struggling, the waves receded and released their hold on me.
I was finally born.
Trembling under my own weight, I pulled myself to the shore and crawled across the land.
Each breath moved me like waves in a storm. I felt every intake of air hit me with a painful chill that made my body stiff and slow.
As I moved droplets of water fell from me and were turned to ice as they touched the cold ground.
I felt the underside of my body doing the same and dragged myself to my feet. My legs were like jelly, and it took all my strength not to collapse as I stood motionless in the icy wasteland.
Forcing myself forward was painful. I wasn’t sure where I was going, but I knew if I stayed by the water too long it would bring itself ashore just to claim me back.
Hours passed slowly and I trudged the open expanse, my body becoming stiffer and harder to move with each passing moment.
My feet were already encased in ice. I was terrified that soon, my legs would be the same and I would be stuck in place forever.
Though I was scared I felt relief knowing that, if I was frozen, it would be in the form of my choosing.
I had seen creatures like it, swimming and playing on islands far away. They were strange, with hair like seaweed and long land legs. I was just a small spark of potential life when I first saw them; it had taken me decades to separate from the ocean enough to take their form.
Now I was here, in the cold snow lands. As alive and breathing as the land-creatures had been. Although I wasn’t quite like them. Not quite flesh and bone … but I was as close as I could make myself with the salty water of my old home.
There was nothing that could make me give up. I pressed forward with all my strength. I ignored the ice slowly creeping up my lower half and shook the swirling ice crystals out of my eyes.
The water had thought bringing me to the ice-lands would have discouraged me from taking life. It had been wrong. So very wrong. I would fight to be born, even if it meant I had to die.
I stumbled forward. I could barely breathe. The ice was creeping to my throat. I was almost frozen over. Even if I changed my mind it was too late to return to the ocean.
I didn’t care.
At least I had lived.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
Then, slowly … I died.
"Even I can't read that."
Probably a good thing, considering what it's supposed to say...
(Context: Elli cheated on Sensin with her sister's husband. It doesn't end well, because she can't read very well and Sensin usually reads her mail to her; which is how he finds out)
No human country has the same culture, though they usually tend to keep to themselves and prefer not to integrate with other species.
Humans have been on Demrefor almost as long as the nurlak. Their history is, similarly to the nurlaks, lost to time and shrouded in mystery. They have museums dedicated to their mysterious history. Strange devices and broken technology are the main displays. Nobody is sure what any of the technology does as it’s been lost over time. Unlike the nurlak, there have been no old temples or cities that have been discovered belonging to humans. Instead, they have found strange plate-shaped ships with mummified human remains inside. The ship-like technologies were the original inspiration for the human’s ocean-fairing boats.
Centela stole a bunch of stuff as a kid and got caught. One of the things he took was Elli’s diary- but only because his father had taken it first, and Centy didn’t want him reading it.
cw: implied abuse / implied stalking (sort of??)
‘No!’ Centela exclaimed. ‘I only took it so that—’
Elli stared as Centela cut off. Slowly, she prompted him to continue, ‘So that what?’
‘Nobody else would read it.’
Elli sighed out her nose. ‘It was in my room, Centela—’
‘—No it wasn’t!’
‘No?’ Elli asked. ‘Then where was it?’
Centela clamped his mouth shut.
‘Centela,’ Elli said firmly. ‘Give me an answer.’
‘Because I don’t like lying to you!’ Centela replied. ‘And I can’t tell you where I found it. So I’m not going to answer you.’
Elli was quiet for a long moment. Then her ears flicked back and she scowled. ‘Linzor had it, didn’t he?’
Centela covered his mouth and turned away.
‘Don’t worry, I won’t tell him,’ Elli tucked the book under her arm and sighed. She gently turned Centela back so she could kiss him on the cheek. ‘Thanks for keeping it safe.’
AFGGDDGFD I just found this in my first draft and it perfectly sums up Linzor’s personality. Like PERFECTLY.
it gets to skip the queue because it made me giggle
Linzor looked at it for a long while before snorting, ‘It’s not very good, is it?’
‘LINZOR!’ Elli exclaimed. ‘Mingan, sweetie, don’t listen to him!’
Linzor rolled his eyes. ‘What? It’s not like she’s at a professional level or anything. I’m just being honest.’
‘Linzor she’s SIX!’
So if y'all haven't seen yet @curripuff ALSO has a world building project, Ilyris :)
I've been doing a lot of work to help with it, and I'm going to be doing some bases for her, so she can get designs down quickly. I'm making the bases roughly to scale so that she can put characters next to each other for reference, too!
*slides another excerpt at you, this one’s actually cute*
”Geoff” is mispronounced as “jee-off” because his mother’s deaf and learnt the name through sign language from visiting humans!
Also oof context: I’m aware Geoff’s speech isn’t realistic for a human toddler. It’s done deliberately because he’s part avio and they process speech differently!
‘Yes. I would appreciate it,’ he said sweetly, nipping Scaychie’s cheek. ‘It has been quite a few nights since Eish’lee and I were able to be alone together. Setani’Selina is asleep in her resting place, try not to wake her when Geoff’Selulu gets tired.’
‘No other girl is making milk,’ Tru’man replied with a shrug. ‘At least, none I trust with my children. … And I thought you would enjoy a night away from Linzor.’
Scaychie couldn’t argue. A night away from the Orange Beast sounded like a gift from the gods. …
‘Milk!’ two voices cried out from Scaychie’s arms, and her gaze shot down to look at the wiggly little boy.
‘Oh, yes, he’s figuring out how to use his speaker,’ Tru’man chuckled, nipping his son on the nose. ‘You’re very talented, aren’t you? Behave for kekik Scaychie.’
‘Yalfit!’ Geoff’Selulu responded, his voice echoing as if he was speaking for two people as he tried to grab his father’s hair. ‘Kan!’
‘Yes, kekik Scaychie will let you kan,’ Tru’man dodged his son’s tiny hands and grinned at Scaychie. ‘He wants to eat.’
‘I’ll feed him,’ Scaychie reassured. ‘You go.’
Tru’man nodded and turned, putting his arm around Eish’lee as they wandered into the distance.
‘Kekik?’ Geoff’Selulu’s voice broke. ‘Kekik kan? Milk? Kekik going?’
Scaychie tapped the bump on his throat gently. ‘Scaychie gives you kan.’
‘Milk!’ he said, in his usual voice. Then he opened his mouth wide and a second voice, higher than before, escaped him. ‘Meelk!’
‘Yes, milk!’ Scaychie replied.
‘Milk!’ Geoff’Selulu cried out before nuzzling against Scaychie’s shawled-covered chest with enthusiasm. ‘Now!’
Centela + Mingan as kids, when they are running away from home!
‘Anywhere but Heck’ne!’ Centela responded. ‘Yalfit is mean! And I’m always hungry! And I never ever want to go back there ever again!’
Mingan thought for a long while, the squeak of her wheelchair echoing through the quiet castle as she rolled the wheel back and forth.
‘You’ll be so alone …’ she mumbled. ‘I’m coming with you!’
‘I don’t need you! I’ll have Peedee,’ Centela declared, holding Peedee’s container high in the air. ‘Stay here. Your stepapa Sensin is really nice. You don’t have a reason to run away!’
‘Yes I do!’ Mingan retorted. ‘You’re my friend and I don’t want you to be alone! That’s my reason!’
‘Go back to bed,’ Centela growled, with as much bitterness in his tone as he could muster. He didn’t mean it— But he was good at faking. ‘I don’t like you.’
Mingan looked struck. And Centela took that as his leave. He turned and silently made his way down the castle’s steps to the dark courtyard— And jumped as a crash sounded behind him.
He turned, and saw Mingan spilt out on the staircase, her wheelchair overturned behind her.
‘I said to go back to bed!’ Centela snapped, flapping his wings. He fought the urge to go to her. To pick her up and turn her chair right. ‘I! Don’t! Need! You!’
Slowly, her entire body trembling with effort, Mingan pushed herself to her feet. She limped two steps down and collapsed again, her scarred leg slipping out from under her.
‘I’m coming,’ she said firmly. ‘And if you don’t let me come with you I’ll— I’ll—’
‘You’ll what?’ Centela grumbled. ‘Tell Sensin I’m running away? I’ll be gone before he—’
‘—I’ll cry!’ Mingan decided. ‘If you leave without me I’ll cry and cry for the rest of my life and I’ll never stop and it will be your fault!’
Centela hesitated. He didn’t want Mingan to cry. Especially not for the rest of her life. That was a long time to be upset. …
‘Please let me come!’ already, tears were welling in her eyes; reflecting the gentle blue light of the castle’s soulstone lamps. ‘Don’t leave me behind!’
Centela’s scales went cold. Colder than Konde’s night air. … Colder than the snow under his feet. He didn’t want Mingan to be sad. Especially if it was his fault.
‘Fine,’ he sighed, hurrying back up the stairs and pulling Mingan up. He helped her walk down to the courtyard and then glanced back up the steps to her wheelchair. ‘It won’t work outside. The snow’s too deep.’
‘That’s okay,’ Mingan told him, licking her tongue through the cleft in her lip. ‘If you let me lean on you I can walk.’
SHE HAD A SUCCESS!!! SHE DID IT!!!! SOMETHING GOOD HAPPENED!!!
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This is Elli, another character from Don’t Lose Hope. She’s going to be introduced around book 10 (a main character is her mother) and featured in her own book when she’s older. She’s the daughter of a famous war hero, and sho marries a prince to help two kingdoms form an alliance.