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sasaleleselfships · 1 year
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CLICK!!
Inscryption + inserts t-shirt design!!
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scrybeofchance · 1 year
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“Then there was of course the daughter he had created before me-… before I was around to care for the childlings. Lesha was certainly his spitting image, and still I love her as my own.”
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The carcass admittedly smelled a bit funny, but it was apparently fresh enough not to stink as the Scrybe of Chance carried it over her shoulder towards the manor. She didn’t usually kill more than a few a year, but as per the suggestion of her husband she had thought it wise to branch out, and perhaps offer to others. Still, maybe she should’ve made herself more presentable-… she didn’t have time to dwell on it as chatter could be heard on the other side of the door as she beat down her pants.
“Scrybe of Shadows?”
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"BERNARD! We've been over this!! Do not summon your war hammer in the house! You always hit it against the ceiling!!" A normally tamed voice could be heard shouting from the other side of the door. It couldn't entierly be certain where the shout came from but based off how clear it was, it was safe to say it was nearby. As a prompt:
"Sorry" Is heard from shortly after "Sometimes I forget about that rule. But to be fair Eira summons her sword from time to time so I forget that rule applies to me"
"That is because her sword is more compact and she isn't tall enough to hit the ceiling let alone touch it unless she jumps-" The more so light hearted argument continues towards the door. Several locks could be heard being unlatched over the sound of the unknown person's words before it is pulled opened reveal the Scrybe of shadows looking over her shoulder as she continued on with her sentence only to cut off when she turns around and looks at who was standing at the door with a wide golden eye.
"Haya? Goodness what has happened to you? You look as though you got into a fight that or a very long run"
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dreamdancerdotfile · 2 years
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She didn’t know how she had gotten here, but she had been stuck in this body for several weeks at this point. Langston had been too angry to even think about confronting the wizard, but he made sure Haya didn’t suffer due to his hesitation. He cared for her to the best of his ability, even if they both knew she didn’t need it. Haya had always been a beast, but in this body she felt like nothing more than a brute, and in some ways that was a good thing.
Dragging a small dear carcass across the forest floor with a mellowed out gurgle in her throat, Haya paused in caution as she heard rustling in the bushes, ears folding against her head in suspicion. The beast didn’t hesitate to let out a warning growl, tail swishing swiftly behind her as she tended and batted her wings, letting out a yowl to call out to any unsuspecting travelers approaching.
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It was raining. Hekate's fur was wet and most flowers of Leshy's lands had hidden their faces away to escape the cold intruder coming from above.
The scrybe wished they'd done the same. The sun hadn't been out a single time and they were very close to simply giving up on their duties for today. Their bucket was barely half-full and a chilling unease had overcome them, they had blamed the latter on the weather, as usual. However, even as they turned to take a path sheltering from the rain, it did not leave.
Hekate's ears twitched at a distant noise came from the trees. They came to a sudden stop and checked the air. The iron smell of fresh blood was faint, but notable.
Damn curiousity.
Cursing themselves, the scrybe went to inspect it. Surely, just one of Leshy's creatures on the hunt. Nothing worth losing petals over.
Slowly and careful not to startle whatever creature had torn another's skin open, Hekate made their way through the trees, careful to stay quiet. Making sure the wooden creatures would help them escape to heights, if necessary. While they went on their little trot, bucket safe and silent in their hands, their fur began to tingle stronger. The rain was forgotten.
As they were almost in sight of the other, a deep growl was sent to the scrybe's direction. Ignoring it, they approached a few steps further and made eye contact with the hunter.
A winged creature stood over its prey, which appeared to once have been a young hooved one. The other's eyes locked with Hekate's.
There, another snarl, a final warning. The creature moved to a defensive position, clearly signaling the smaller one to stay away from its prey, lest they wanted to end up the same.
For a few seconds Hekate just stood there, staring. The creature stared back at them, muscles tensed. They were the intruder. They disturbed this creature's meal unannounced. They were about to give it another reason to be the next one.
They should be afraid. The tingling unease creeping under their skin made sure of it.
This being's presence seemed so wrong, cursed even, it sent shivers down their spine.
Yet it seemed familiar?
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scrybeofchance · 1 year
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“But we never look back
No, we only look forward
With all our fate, hearts, broken from the start
With the fear that we were born to fall
Only to be held tall by the writing on the wall
We don't need no premonitions, no”
We don't need no premonitions, no
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scrybeofchance · 2 years
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“Seeing her again after the long winter in which she fled to warmer lands always made me smile. The first time we greet each other for the year is certainly the most memorable moment for us.”
Long time no post, aye?
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junoscrybeofshadows · 2 years
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Did some single pencil sketch practice with Grimora, Juno and Haya! This was a nice little fun thing to do and it felt good to draw something inscryption related again!
Haya chaymin belongs to @scrybeofchance
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junoscrybeofshadows · 2 years
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Returning to the world after the harsh winter, awakening from the cold and the bitter to something lively and exciting, the world was beginning a new. It was growing back from the death and the lost, and giving life to new horizons, such is the cycle rinsed and repeated. So of course as per routine, it was now the time of return of the arcane and enigmatic Scrybe of Chance.
Extending her wings broadly as she landed upon the stone of the small pathway, leading to a manor, Haya could be heard groaning softly as she watched bits of her molt fray off of her feathers. This was a joyous time, of reunion ti her friends and her husband, however that isn’t to say it didn’t come with its downsides.
“Mistress of the Dark, are you present?”
Haya would call absently as she rapped her fist against the frame of the door, ears flicking softly as she poised to wait for an answer. Her lips pulled into a thin smile as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, and could be noted to hum to the tune of small children’s song, a rhyme from not long ago.
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At first silence is all that greats the chimera. Silence and the gentle sound of wind, but that was not uncommon. The realm of shadows was always a rather quiet place even at night where life would come to well life. But fortunately enough the silence was not long lasting. The sound of heavy locks could be heard clicking open, followed by the low creak of the door being pulled slowly open. Between the cracks of the door a lone golden eye could be seen peaking through it widening almost instantly as it pulls back and the door is pulled fully open
"Haya!" Juno loudly chirps with a nonexistent smile. Though one threatens to form on her face as she stares at her fellow scrybe and close friend. One that she had not seen for quite some time; and was noticeably surprised to see her at her door step but appeared thrill all the same.
"Goodness I haven't seen you in a while! It's so good to see you again a old friend! How have you been?"
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sasaleleselfships · 2 years
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You all are simply ✨ not ready ✨
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scrybeofchance · 2 years
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Oh sleeper arise…
Art by @Dairyfreenugget(Instagram)
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sasaleleselfships · 2 years
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I have a love hate relationship with hand drawn backgrounds ngl
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scrybeofchance · 2 years
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Question! I understand that Haya uses eye sigils in order to see things around her, but do they respond the same way normal eyes do? For example if a bright light were to flash in front of haya when she's seeing with the sigils will she temporarily go blind? Or do they not respond that way with bright lights since they are sigils?
They do not respond to light, thought they do follow it. Light isn’t exactly a solid being within Haya’s sight; Think like you drank a night vision potion in minecraft. Nothing is dark, but nothing is exactly light, either-… It just is, and that’s all there is to it.
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sasaleleselfships · 12 days
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I’m going to be making a new selfship account soon and migrating away from this one. This will likely end up being an archive for art. My Song Sonata, Haya Chaymin and other personal character blog will STILL be attached to this account thought!!
Get ready for some new F/O’s in the near future!!
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scrybeofchance · 2 years
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In honor of the wedding, thank you @jimmymmtz
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scrybeofchance · 2 years
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"Ahh so your the Scrybe Leshy has told me about" From the shadows Juno steps out h quietly her face is expressionless but her voice has a friendly tone it as she flutters open a parasol with a flick of the wrist.
"Haya is it? It's a pleasure to meet you I must say. I do have a question for you. When you aren't battling against challengers or inscrybing cards what do you often like to do in your spare time"
(Hi friend!- Junoscrybeofshadows)
(Hullo friend ^u^ 💛💛💛)
It was a surprise truly that Haya had received not one, but two visitors so soon. Perhaps she was still spoke highly of, despite their previous disputes. Still she smiled and cocked her head to the side, the sigils representing her missing eyes flickering slightly in the darkness of night, and brushing some hair from her face she finally spoke.
“It would seem that is the case. I am Haya, yes; You seek to establish common grounds I assume? Well, I I think… I think, I used to like reading. Yes, reading, and painting. Before… Maybe even gardening. It seems I carry quiet the knack for it now. And what of you, may I inquire your own name, stranger?”
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scrybeofchance · 2 years
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“Dancing with the Devil,”
Art by CartoonArtAnimations
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