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Frey felt a presence in the back of her head. She had been seated on the hillside, humming a tune from her past life. Even after the time that had past, her voice still felt inhuman and even a little bit wispy to her ears, but nevertheless held its pitch very well.
Sensing no malice, she sheathed her blade and stood up; incredibly long tail uncurling and flicking this way and that was it was often wont to do. Her ears caught an incredibly high-pitched squeaking and screeing from above and she peered toward the thankfully clouded sunlight to see a familiar little imp descending downward.
Frey nodded, a smile of confidence and delight in the possibility of a new challenge for her dawning on her face. Ever since she became what she was, she felt herself more bold and self-assured than she'd ever dare allow herself to be before, even in her best days. It was just a product of her new mind. Her new body. Her new soul. It was a different way of thinking and feeling things. Different instincts and reflexes that had fashioned her into the demoness she had become.
"<Got a little something for me, my little one?>" Frey asked as the enyo descended to eye level with her. The little enyo's eyes shined brightly with a turquoise hue - the color of joy and enthusiasm. And as she saw what the enyo held, she knew her eyes had begun to turn a similar hue. She held out her clawed hand and took the rolled-up sheet of paper her tiny messenger and flown to her.
The Istrala effortlessly sliced through the binding ribbon with the flick of her claw. This was not strictly necessary as the ribbon had simply been wrapped around the paper without a knot, but it felt natural and fun for her to do things a bit differently now.
Unrolling the paper, the Istrala read through its contents; dormant parts of her mind awakening to aid in this process.
The Istrala's sharp, immaculate teeth shined brightly as her smile deepened. "<Is it really that time again already?>" she asked... more to herself than to her enyo companion, who flapped this way and that, idly playing about as it awaited its next task.
Frey walked over to her tiny satchel and grabbed a small block of wax. Muttering an incantation under her breath, she concentrated a flick of arcane power into her claw, heating it. Placing the wax on the reverse side of the paper, she then placed her white-hot claw onto the wax, melting it into a rough stencil of its shape.
Understanding at least part of what this exchange meant, the little enyo messenger let out a little squeak of happiness and excitement. It took the sheet of paper and prepared to return whence it came.
Frey felt she could have written out a more thorough response, but the process of doing so tired out her mind immensely. Besides, she would be doing plenty of writing soon enough.
The Istrala unsheathed her sword and gave it a twirl, letting it glimmer in the sun before engulfing it in a dark, purple flame. It was the balance of light and darkness that she felt inside of her, and it was beautiful.
Sheathing her sword once more, she returned to her pack. Once upon a time, she had needed a horse-drawn wagon and months' worth of food and supplies for times like this. But that was before she was born. Before she had become what she'd dare not dream of.
The Istrala closed her eyes, feeling a familiar power gathering into and through her wings. With tremendous force and strength, she kicked off into the air, launching herself straight upward to the skies. What was once a carriage ride of days, weeks, or even months was now an afternoon's flight away. She had a job to do.
-
The guildmaster placed the sheet of paper on the desk as the little enyo flew back out the window.
He leaned back and reflected at how things had progressed over the past year. This was an incredibly unorthodox arrangement. There was no question of that. And sometimes he doubted his own sanity. Never in his life had he thought that his best researcher would be one of the demons. But... then... sometimes the world was simply an unorthodox place.
---
This is a commission for
nightgail96 ; a sequel to this story/picture: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/28560497/
While not as long or as thorough as the other one, I still hope you enjoyed the little tale in this piece.
Some time has passed and it looks like Frey not only still has her job, but is somehow better at it than ever before. Standing with a confidence she used to lack, she now carries a powerful blade and dresses in garb that is suited for an Istrala; keeping her effortless movement uninhibited. I loved working on the costume and I ALWAYS love drawing Frey, with her unique visual texture and style. It's like... ALMOST black, but then is a shiny, shimmering purple on closer look. I enjoy it a lot. Hope you guys do too. =)
Sensing no malice, she sheathed her blade and stood up; incredibly long tail uncurling and flicking this way and that was it was often wont to do. Her ears caught an incredibly high-pitched squeaking and screeing from above and she peered toward the thankfully clouded sunlight to see a familiar little imp descending downward.
Frey nodded, a smile of confidence and delight in the possibility of a new challenge for her dawning on her face. Ever since she became what she was, she felt herself more bold and self-assured than she'd ever dare allow herself to be before, even in her best days. It was just a product of her new mind. Her new body. Her new soul. It was a different way of thinking and feeling things. Different instincts and reflexes that had fashioned her into the demoness she had become.
"<Got a little something for me, my little one?>" Frey asked as the enyo descended to eye level with her. The little enyo's eyes shined brightly with a turquoise hue - the color of joy and enthusiasm. And as she saw what the enyo held, she knew her eyes had begun to turn a similar hue. She held out her clawed hand and took the rolled-up sheet of paper her tiny messenger and flown to her.
The Istrala effortlessly sliced through the binding ribbon with the flick of her claw. This was not strictly necessary as the ribbon had simply been wrapped around the paper without a knot, but it felt natural and fun for her to do things a bit differently now.
Unrolling the paper, the Istrala read through its contents; dormant parts of her mind awakening to aid in this process.
The Istrala's sharp, immaculate teeth shined brightly as her smile deepened. "<Is it really that time again already?>" she asked... more to herself than to her enyo companion, who flapped this way and that, idly playing about as it awaited its next task.
Frey walked over to her tiny satchel and grabbed a small block of wax. Muttering an incantation under her breath, she concentrated a flick of arcane power into her claw, heating it. Placing the wax on the reverse side of the paper, she then placed her white-hot claw onto the wax, melting it into a rough stencil of its shape.
Understanding at least part of what this exchange meant, the little enyo messenger let out a little squeak of happiness and excitement. It took the sheet of paper and prepared to return whence it came.
Frey felt she could have written out a more thorough response, but the process of doing so tired out her mind immensely. Besides, she would be doing plenty of writing soon enough.
The Istrala unsheathed her sword and gave it a twirl, letting it glimmer in the sun before engulfing it in a dark, purple flame. It was the balance of light and darkness that she felt inside of her, and it was beautiful.
Sheathing her sword once more, she returned to her pack. Once upon a time, she had needed a horse-drawn wagon and months' worth of food and supplies for times like this. But that was before she was born. Before she had become what she'd dare not dream of.
The Istrala closed her eyes, feeling a familiar power gathering into and through her wings. With tremendous force and strength, she kicked off into the air, launching herself straight upward to the skies. What was once a carriage ride of days, weeks, or even months was now an afternoon's flight away. She had a job to do.
-
The guildmaster placed the sheet of paper on the desk as the little enyo flew back out the window.
He leaned back and reflected at how things had progressed over the past year. This was an incredibly unorthodox arrangement. There was no question of that. And sometimes he doubted his own sanity. Never in his life had he thought that his best researcher would be one of the demons. But... then... sometimes the world was simply an unorthodox place.
---
This is a commission for
nightgail96 ; a sequel to this story/picture: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/28560497/While not as long or as thorough as the other one, I still hope you enjoyed the little tale in this piece.
Some time has passed and it looks like Frey not only still has her job, but is somehow better at it than ever before. Standing with a confidence she used to lack, she now carries a powerful blade and dresses in garb that is suited for an Istrala; keeping her effortless movement uninhibited. I loved working on the costume and I ALWAYS love drawing Frey, with her unique visual texture and style. It's like... ALMOST black, but then is a shiny, shimmering purple on closer look. I enjoy it a lot. Hope you guys do too. =)
Category All / Transformation
Species Daemon
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Wow I sorta want to do that with gene and Origin Point(the name of my istrala form which was actually coined by a certain Ix(a mind being based around insanity and bad thoughts but the Ix that I befriended has gone away from that) that I had befriended(also his name is De:tain and the IX are from the "Dragons" series of books which start with the book "The fire within")), but I'm on sort of bad terms with most of the other istralas and the humans of that world... welp I probably shouldn't fight whenever there's a conflict, but fighting is one thing I love a lot.
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