Kida charms herself to how her natural hair looks like before she had it dyed the silver color.

Stuff made with false leather (save for the boot covers, which are made of fabric) that I crafted as part of a costume for a huge medieval market which is set up in my city every year (in fact it's the biggest medieval market in all Spain and one of the biggest in Europe). Save for the brown paint I didn't buy any materials, it's all stuff I already had. And those are my pyjamas by the way so obviously not the clothes I wore this with xDDDD

Materials:

-eva foam

-wood (for the dagger)

-yoga mat (for the dagger's sheath)

-Asch cosplay's belt

-another random belt I found (and had previously destroyed to make the loop on Mjölnir for my Thor cosplay)

-curtain rings

-insulating tape

-black and red fabric

-black and brown shoe cream

-gold, silver and brown paint

-different adhesives depending on my patience with each piece

-black cords.

*“By fate’s design, the stars forever weave a story.”*

*“As they watch the world below.”*

*“I wish to ask if you are real,”*

*“That distant voice within my dreams.”*

*“A song that lights a gentle flame,”*

*“That gives me hope.”*

*“A reason to search,”*

*“A reason to find you.”*

In this land I call home,

I have not belonged.

Yet here I stay,

For by chance one night I had a dream,

And heard a voice.

So distant yet close.

Echoing within a song,

A lullaby, a wish.

Ringing so clear and pure,

Within my mind,

Within my heart.

It sparks a flame of hope,

A want to search.

For the song’s source,

It's voice.

In this land I call home,

I now wander.

Seeking, searching,

Yet still not belonging,

Still not wanted.

But still the song beckons me to search,

To wander this vast land.

Through endless fields of green,

Over mountains of white,

From forest old, to oceans of blue.

I shall continue to search,

For the song’s source,

It's voice.

Echoing within a song,

A lullaby, a wish.

Ringing so clear and pure,

Within my mind,

Within my heart.

Giving strength to the flame,

The hope I hold onto.

As the stars watch above,

And watch my story be told.

As it helps guides me through this land,

This land I wander,

Seeking, searching.

Till by chance one night I heard a voice,

So distant yet close.

So clear, so pure,

It felt like a dream.

Quick was the blade of silver,

Bathed in flames that burned away the monsters.

The creatures that clawed at the source,

My reason for coming so far.

There you were,

The voice that echoed within a song,

A lullaby, a wish.

That sparked a flame of hope,

A want to search.

For a place I would belong,

For you.

*“By fate’s design, the stars forever weave a story.”*

*“As they watch the world below.”*

*“I once wished to ask if you were real,”*

*“That distant voice within my dreams.”*

*“A song that lit a gentle flame,”*

*“That gave me hope.”*

*“A reason to find you.”*

*“And now here we are,”*

*“Two fates, two lives,”*

*“Brought together and intertwined.”*

*“Now and forever more.”*

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*To be Continued…*

_«...Cold wind blows from the Silver Mountains, and the sad sky cries with wet snowflakes. Winter will come soon, and the red grass will fall asleep under a white blanket...»_

This is an old drawing, but one of my favorite ones. It gives me a lot of warm feelings, or rather a feeling of coolness and sadness, but not in a bad sense.

Dingo and Silver aren't professional boxers, but they still enjoy the sport. Both are also incredibly strong, so these two don't hold back on their punches!

Just something I made for the lovely Silver

For those that don't read the Sonic Comics, basically there is this character named Mimic the Octopus who is Whisper the Wolf arch-enemy after he got her team killed and he shapeshift into other people, so there was an arc where Silver suspected that this guy Duo the Cat was Mimic, but Lanolin didn't believed him

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It had been only a year and a half since she'd left her homeland of Tír na nÓg, but it somehow felt much longer than that to Keeva. She didn’t hate this strange land she was now forced to live within; Hadreon was rather nice, all things considered, but it wasn’t her home.

This sense of loss bothered her in the very beginning, of course, but she could push those thoughts and feelings aside for a time. The longer she found herself away, however, the harder it became to ignore the aching feeling that had made a home of its own within her.

This was further worsened by Lan. She knew that he could feel what she did through their link as summoner and eidolon, at least to some extent. It was obvious he was trying to help her as much as he could. He would listen, distract her, keep her moving and her mind on other things. It only did so much, however. Eventually it seemed to Keeva that he’d grown tired of it. He wished to be unfettered from her, he would say. Keeva, of course, would oblige to these requests, although it did not come without an even sharper ache within her as the link that bound their lifeforce to one another shattered for a time.

_He just wants to be happy_, she thought to herself, smiling despite the loneliness. _I can’t deny him that._

With each request to sever their link it became harder for her to say yes, especially in those horrifying instances where he failed to return to her in time. When she felt what little connection they did have remaining snap completely, that loneliness consumed her utterly until he finally recovered from as close to death as an eidolon could reach. There were a handful of times where she did finally deny his wishes, but after seeing how distraught Lan became… she had to relent.

She wanted him to be happy, she honestly did, but why did he want to leave her so often? Although he seemed eager to talk with her when they were together, his own thoughts and feelings were significantly more guarded than her own. She didn’t know what he truly felt.

She thought about asking why, but decided against it. It felt easier not to know.

There eventually came a day where Lan, after returning much sooner than usual, seemed almost bursting with excitement.

“I have something I want to show you!”

Keeva was suspicious, but before she could say anything, he had swept her off her feet and flew away as fast as his mighty wings would allow. He dipped into the forest as soon as he spotted an entrance large enough within the branches. Farther and farther into the woods they swiftly flew, bursts of stray sunshine shining through the canopy of leaves acting as their guiding light. After a while, he slowed to a stop, landing in front of a strange archway of silvery-green leaves. Keeva gave him a curious look that seemed to make Lan even more giddy with excitement.

“Go in!” he said, carefully setting her down on the ground. “It’s safe, I promise.”

Her curiosity got the better of her. Keeva walked forward through the arch of leaves, which seemed to quiver as she passed by. It seemed almost to be a hallway, continuing on and on, twisting every so often until she had no idea which way she was facing. She gave a wary glance behind her to Lan, who merely grinned widely in response.

Finally, she saw what appeared to be the end of this passage, the suns’ light shining brightly on the other side. She stopped once she reached the edge of the leaves and stared with wide eyes, uttering a small sound of surprise.

It was as if a piece of home were lifted and dropped within this little clearing. Flowers of all kinds littered the ground, climbing up into the large trees that acted almost as walls. An abundance of color lay everywhere one looked. She lifted a hand as she passed underneath one of the more willowy trees, lightly brushing through the strands of purple leaves and flowers that dangled delicately from the low-hanging branches. She walked as if in a daze and sat herself in the middle of the blue-green grass where the flowers were small and seemed to dance in a gentle breeze that could not be felt. Lan joined her, seeming pleased with himself.

There were no words shared between them as they sat. It was the pleasant kind of quiet where you felt warm and safe, no cares in the world to weigh you down.

“I could feel you were homesick,” he finally said with a soft smile. “It took me a while, but… I hope what I found is worth the pain I put you through.”

She leaned against him, resting her head against his arm as she settled into a hug.

“Thank you.”

So, meet Irena Nikova, Aquarius Saint from 300 years ago and one of my _Saint Seiya_ OCs. She was born in Russia between two Holy Wars, but that didn't mean Earth was at peace. In a time when there was always little information about the enemy and attacks could come from gods from different mythologies, Irena stood up because of her creative uses of cosmos: she could shape ice and water into almost anything she wanted, be it a deffensive shield or a hundred spears to throw at the enemy. She wasn't the strongest physically, but her speed and flexibility made up for that. With time, some began to call her "the untouchable witch" because rarely was she injured in a fight.

Irena had an apprentice, a young and ambitious boy who craved to be the strongest of all saints in history. One night after a specially hard day of training, an evil spirit found its way into the Sanctuary and persuaded this apprentice to kill his master, and so he did. He stabbed her several times, and right before she died he also cut her face to ruin her fame of "untouchable". But that wasn't the end for Irena. Hades has resurrected her from time to time as a mercenary, paying her with days instead of money: the more loyal she remains, the longer she stays alive. Her loyalty to Athena was pretty much destroyed after telling her the Sanctuary didn't catch her murderer anyway; now, her faith has been replaced with resentment and the only thing she wishes for is to recover the time her apprentice stole from her. And maybe deep down she might be looking for a reason to believe in Athena again, but being the cynical little piece of **** she is, she would never admit that.

So, about the reference:

a) Front view, training clothes. There were no bras when she was born, so she got used to binding her chest as a way to "hold it in place".

b) Back view. Loooong silver hair.

c) Detail of the head. Slightly hooky nose and sharp features. The injure on her face, now scarred, damaged some of her facial muscles. This means she can no longer smile with the right side of her mouth or rise the left eyebrow. This unfortunate because she was always quite expressive for an Aquarius Saint.

d) Detail of the scars in her body. She only has those and the one in her face.

e) How she usually wears the surplice. She always liked looking elegant (?). Also, no mask. NO MASK I SAID. NEVER. I didn't bother to colour this one because there are enough pictures of the Aquarius surplice out there, use Google Images xD

f) Colors used.

The first in my Silver Fang/anime dog series. Starting with Future Trunks, from _Dragon Ball Z._

Chapitre 2 : L'intru

Encore une fois, faites pas attention à la temporalité. Cela se passe 10 ans après l'arrivée de Silver. Maria et Akamella ont 24 ans et Silver à 15 ans.


Maria, Akamella et Silver vivent paisiblement sur Tirnanog. Un jour, Maria fait un rêve étrange qui lui rappelle le jour où l'océan l'a amenée sur l'île. La suite de la journée se passe très bien, les 3 amis jouent ensemble sur la plage en compagnie de la famille de Foerst. Le soleil se couche et personne ne se doute de la menace qui plane sur Tirnanog...

A completed YCH for Silver-Centorion of their character. Do not use this artwork.Character belongs to Silver-Centorion.Artwork belongs to me.