Oh Geez These Are Old >,> Some Artwork Of Anpiel, A White Shadow And Mother Of Maghnus. She Too Has A

Oh geez these are old >,> Some artwork of Anpiel, a White Shadow and mother of Maghnus. She too has a dragon form which she takes frequently in this reboot. Currently she might be MIA? Depends on plotting with some companions I’ve had revolving around these characters in the past.

Some folks from the ROTG/GOC fandom may remember my shadow child oc, Maghnus. He often took a small dragon form and was rather mischievous. I am bringing him back into the ROTG verse, however his age has been raised a little. Maggy still has a human form he can take, I’m currently redrawing it for the rotg verse.

Sol and Lia :3

Ismene chibi~

Ismene belongs to SilverSoulArtist

Dark tired eyes, an exhausted slumped posture, this simply would not do. Soon the red haired tailor was draped in several blankets, some fluffed pillows, and the snuggled form of Engel pressed against Tay’s side and back. The feathered creature was in full bristle, soft ebony feathers puffed like a mama bird to cover its brood.

The stubborn, worn tailor needed rest. Thus, a forcement of “nesting” appeared to be in order. Hemming and embroidery could wait until the man had had a decent time to sleep.

Cue a muffled grunt, delayed til Engel was already half done with his plan.

This wouldn’t do. He was going to work. There was plenty strength in him to get up, even without much difficulty, bird or no. The tailor had every intent to do so-

“Blanket pile party!” Cookie exclaimed, flopping down next to Engel.

“Oof-” Tay wheezed in turn.

….

Scratch getting up.

@dancing-duo

The crew of Hammer and Thread were well over halfway through their latest trip, now headed toward Treno after their last stop in Lindblum. As usual, Rouge was at the helm, keeping a careful eye on the skies before them.

And, at the moment, she was additionally locked in conversation.

“So, I was thinking we could stop by the orphanage, before we set up,” she suggested, making a graceful gesture with her free hand. The other was kept lightly on the steering wheel. Beside her, perched atop a nearby chair, Taylor nodded, leaning back casually in his seat.

“We’ll go there first,” he agreed without protest. There was something else to say, too, and he opened his mouth to speak further-

Instead it was drowned out by a loud THUD against the front window.

      …………

In the next second Taylor was on the move, headed for the hatch leading to the roof of the ship. His retreating form was followed by the words of Rouge, inquiring something along the lines of;

“…Was that a leg?”