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A Thousand Tiny Battles: Kiss Me

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Is it weird that I’ve accepted Ceniro/Lyn as endgame and I’m still not super feeling it from her at this point? : P

The title of this chapter makes me think of Kiss Me Paradox… The actual chapter absolutely does not. >.>

 

Kiss Me

Blood was pouring down my left arm from a deep spear-wound, mingling with cold rainwater. I couldn’t move it anymore or it would send bolts of agony lancing through me. But I hadn’t been hit anywhere else. I could keep moving, relying on the speed of my footwork, which was my greatest asset in this fight.

Lundgren towered over me, a tall, strong, middle-aged man. His spear was long and, as I had found, sharp, and his armour was thick. But I had the Mani Katti, and he couldn’t keep up with me. I gritted my teeth against the pain of my arm, keeping tears back, and braced my feet to attack again, glaring with fury and hate. This man was the cause of all my problems since I had started on this journey, this man was trying to kill my grandfather and me, and I would kill him here and now. Continue reading →

A Thousand Tiny Battles: Look At Me

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Now I’m wishing I’d put more scenes like this in the original story. But then it would have been EVEN LONGER! So this is fine.

Don’t you love Serra? XD

 

Look at Me

Kent and Ceniro had gone ahead to Castle Araphen – which was also a proper castle, by the looks of it – and the rest of us were wandering the city streets, guided by Sain. Almost none of us had been here before, and it was quite different from Bulgar, certainly. Bigger, firstly – the city was bigger, the houses were at least twice as tall, set closer together, and many of them were made of stone. The style was different, too, without any trace of familiar Sacaean elements anywhere. And it, unfortunately, smelled a lot worse than I’d been expecting. The streets might have been paved with stones, unlike Bulgar, but I just had to watch my step even more.

But the people were colourful, many of them dressed in brighter colours than most Sacaeans would wear… my own bright teal deel was not really common among my people. Most of them wore reddish-brown colours, or sometimes earthy green. My father had given my deel to me a couple years ago, saying I was the gift of Mother Earth and Father Sky to Mother and him, and the blue and green blended in the colour of my clothing was symbolic of that. After that, I never wore anything else. Here, though, people wore whatever colours they liked, it looked like. Reds and blues and greens and black and white, everywhere I looked. Continue reading →

A Thousand Tiny Battles: Talk To Me

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My friend commented on the fact that in The Tactician and the Heiress, it’s quite plain to see why Ceniro loves Lyn… but not so clear to see why Lyn would love Ceniro. So I decided to write some short bits from her point of view, each dealing with a different aspect or challenge of their growing, changing relationship.

It’s quite understandable why it might be difficult to see why Lyn would love Ceniro. At the time that I wrote it, I wasn’t sure why Lyn would love Ceniro either. And I was holding out for Lyn/Hector to be endgame. But… then it didn’t end up that way, because Lyn is stubborn.

There will not be 1000 chapters in this story. : P

 

Talk to Me

For six months, I’d been alone. For six months, it had just been me, my horse, and my little ger, until I began to run out of food and sold my horse, meaning I could no longer wander aimlessly as I used to.

Soon, the food would run out again, and then I would have to find some way to stay alive, to hunt or starve. Or perhaps I could sell the services of my sword, but I had little experience actually fighting and none at all as a mercenary.

Staying alive meant finding some way to deal with the crippling loneliness. With Florina so far away… Continue reading →

Ceniro

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Decided to paint Ceniro a while back, cuz I love him and he’s taken a couple levels in badass thanks to the best girlfriend ever.. Got stalled on his sleeve cuffs for a bit, but then I slapped something together and called it done. It’s entirely possible he’s fighting for his life in the Battle of Armica against Milton. (But not yet at the part where he gets his arm chopped off.)

Original title is original

Header WIP

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Just uploaded a new header for the site; I’m reasonably happy with the lineart (except Flairé – what’s going on with your face, buddy?) but I’ll probably completely redo the colour later. Still, there’s enough here to update the banner with something a little more indicative of my current art and most important characters. : P

As for the characters, they’re pretty evenly mixed, I think… two kalmaei, one elf, one Hylian, two humans, a dragon, and an angel… and five males to three females isn’t bad. What is a little more odd is that there are four brunettes and three with black hair; not a lot of diversity there, and four with brown eyes, three with green, and one with grey.

If anyone doesn’t know who these people are, from L-R it’s: Zela and her son Flairé from the Adhemlenei, Esgalwen/Illinia from Mirkwood (Middle Earth), Ceniro of Santaruz from Elibe (FF7), Rana from Hyrule (LoZ), Hrulash and Garekhen from Rifted Riders, and Angel from my head. These people are the ones most fundamental to the development of my inner worlds.

Just wait: in a year or two, Liz will be on the header too. : P

Full-size art!

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