Apparently there’s a thing called MerMay going on where people are trying to draw merfolk this month. Seemed as good an excuse as any to draw a Selkie as they are in the AER-verse. The Selkies and Nereids are water-based Evolved. The Selkies breathe air, some of them can speak Cetacean and are usually able to flop around on land (to some value). They dehydrate really easily and need to either drink a lot or be wet down on occasion. The Nereids have gills and will drown/suffocate out of water. Like their Terran based counterparts, they vary widely in phenotype. This one in particular is a redesign of an old character who was originally a gang member/antagonist in one of the early version of the scripts. The three members of that gang got scrapped as I simplified the scene they were supposed to be involved in down by quite a lot. The only thing that really stayed constant were the head spikes, the flipper feet, webbed hands and fin ears are new, because I didn’t think things through as well (or too much) as I do now. He has a bit of difficulty manuvering on land, water is his element, oddly :)

Even through the mat, the floor hurt. Her ankles hurt. Her muscles ached. Hot tears sprang behind her eyes. Rei sat up, her face growing hotter as the tears prickled. She rubbed her arm across her eyes, trying to ease the stinging with counter-pressure and clearing out the ones that had escaped. “You right kiddo?” Zara’s playful tone floated over from somewhere near the doorway. Rei sniffed again and looked up. Zara finished crossing the floor in her usual fashion and bobbed down on the ground. She touched her sunnies but the light was too bright for her and she left them where they were. “What’s wrong?” Zara shifted to sit cross-legged, looking quite prepared to wait forever for an answer if she needed to.

I dashed this one off instead of doing things I should have been doing. I’m such a rebel. The pony stag leap was so much…er…fun that I decided to do the human version as well. Well before she was a thief and a vigilante, Zara was a gymnast. The stag leap was one of her favourite jumps, though she doesn’t do it often anymore, in favour of her favourite flip, the split-legged back sault which she happily adapted into her signature backflip kick.

Super quickie sketch before bed (and because I’m late getting to bed again (which means I’ve once more failed at trying to get to bed early, really need to stop it with the bloody late nights! XD), no story with this one, sorry. Zara and Dak playing blind push hands during one of their common training sessions. Zara is supposed to have her goggles around her neck but I forgot to draw them before I coloured the top. Oops.

A prickle of nervousness crawled up Silver’s spine and settled at the nape of his neck as he followed Aurelius up the very familiar corridor towards one of The Geisha’s private rooms. He didn’t usually get nervous going into or even at meets. He was good at what he did and had an excellent track record for getting favourable outcomes for himself and his employer (not necessarily so much for the other party but that wasn’t really his problem).

Felt like posting a quick screenie as I haven’t done a public wip for a while (there’s a couple on Patreon that are well before this stage). Still have to do his wings, hands, feet and tail but am pretty happy with how he turned out. Because I’m nearing completion I’m getting that post-completion anxiety of IS IT GOOD ENOUGH? HAVE I MISSED ANYTHING? AM I GOING TO HATE IT AS SOON AS I CALL IT DONE?

Ruby gasped as Quartz suddenly grabbed her by the neck and threw her onto the top of the crate like she weighed nothing. Well to him she probably didn’t. “Don’t,” he growled warningly. Ruby remained where she was, rubbing her neck and quietly catching her breath. Quartz looked away, simmering. Behind him the rest of the crew shifted uneasily as the immediate silence deepened uncomfortably. The ambient night life around them seemed to be of a different world, the “normal” world that all of them at least in this moment wished they were part of. The “normal” world was safe. Their immediate future contained more danger than they were used to.

Ae’nur touched down a sensible distance from the water’s edge, watching with a smile as her exuberant eight year old son landed knee deep with a splash, flicking up a spray with wings and tail and giggling with delight. His hair was only just long enough to pull into a topknot like his father’s and he wore the pathetic little makeup brush with such pride. She had struggled not to laugh when she had done his hair and she struggled not to laugh now as she watched it fluffing about on the top of his head.

Worked on this the last couple of stream sessions, posted works in progress to Patreon and realised that I’ve been completely forgetting to post public wips (which is completely unsurprising as while I do post occasional works in progress they are occasional so it was actually pretty easy for me to forget with all the other stuff going on). I also wanted to show @jedau the kind of stuff that takes me forrrreeeeeeeeevvvaaaaaaarrrrrrrr XD

The young High Prince fled the conference room, the nightmarish chaos fading behind him, only to be replaced by pursuing wing beats. Tears blurred his vision. Zul’jinn normally loved flying through the open areas but now they were too open, there was nowhere to hide. Behind him he could just hear the sounds of crossbows arming up. How could this happen? I don’t want to die! He was barely aware of the nearby mewling sound, not really registering the fact that he was the source of it.