Oh my GOD another Indra. ❤
Oh my GOD another Indra. ❤
The smell of fire permeated the air with the light smell of pine and dirt. Screams echoed off the nearby charred trunks as it seemed that chaos itself had manifested within this forest. Within the midst of this hell was a small village, or at least what was left of it. Fire flicked along the chunks of wood that use to make up the homes here. The smell of burning flesh was overbearing, so sickening it would make any normal person wretch. Among the charred corpses, smoke and flame was a small girl covered in blood and charred clothing. She was hunched over sobbing with dirt on her face. Sheer screams escaped her through all but causing blood to splatter from her mouth as well. Her small frame seemed malnourished and unhealthy but it was obvious she was clinging to life out of fear. To the right of her was the body of a child no bigger than her that looked to have their throat ripped out. The sound of people approaching brought no response to the girl as she seemed to be hysterical and unable to realize the peril she was in.
The footsteps drew closer, it was obviously that of a single person. The person didn’t speak once, they didn’t make any sudden movements, and more importantly, they waded through the wreckage with ease. Finally the figure stood behind the sobbing child for a moment, they were peering down, their face covered by a mask. Slowly they knelt and touched the girl. She spun around her hands in such an animalistic form as if she meant to swipe them. The moment her eyes met the figure her entire demeanor went from feral to childish. Her arms flung around the figure as she buried her face against them and sobbed. The whole scenery mattered none to her as she sobbed and clung to the figure as if her entire life depended on it.
A couple moments passed before the figure moved to lift the girl up and hold her to him as he walked away from the wreckage with little to no effort. It looked as if the girl was unconscious now, in the complete care of the figure holding her.
Hours had passed as the figure who was much easier to tell was a man now was sitting beside a bed with a less bloodied girl beside him. She was fast asleep while his mask seemed to face directly at the bed looking down at her. It was obvious he was observing her, only like he was concerned for her well being. After a little while had passed, she stirred, causing her to jump a bit to the new feeling of a bed and sheets. Her eyes widened in panic before her eyes rested on the man. Her demeanor relaxed immediately as she crawled over and leaned against him needing the comfort. She clung to him like a child, seeming scared and yet safe.
Silence passed as they seemed to stay against each other until the soft voice from the girl broke the silence. “They did.. Terrible things to me, Indra. It hurt so much.” she felt his hand begin to rub against her back causing her to snuggle against him. “Salem… he..” her voice shook as she seemed to have issues “cut into me, and put things into my skin.. It burned and then.. He hit me and threw me around if I didn’t respond to it well enough. He was so mad at me. “ She buried her face into his chest. “He just kept telling me I was the perfect subject and I needed more, I wasn’t right yet. If I screamed he’d just force me to drink something else he had made. I slept in a weird cell with chains binding me from running. My magic did nothing to it. I didn’t understand. Indra I was so scared” she clung to him tightly sobbing lightly for a moment or two.
Finally she had managed to calm back down before looking up at his mask. “I hear a voice sometimes, it’s female, her voice is like silk, tempting me to kill people. She.. tempted me to hurt myself, tried to take my body. I fought so hard, and then, she promised me freedom. I…I took it. I wanted to leave. I gave her control, I gave up control. I heard screaming, I smell flesh burning. I forced back control and.. And I found myself in that village, holding a boy to me, he gasped for air as he died, my hand… crushed his throat and his… shadow.. Soul… essence, I dont know what it was, I… drank it.” it was obvious she was shaken. Her fists crumpled his shirt as she took a handful. “I killed people Indra, I let the thing inside me… take control, and I killed that village. I killed that boy… I… I ate him.” she fell silent as she looked up at him desperate for some form of colsolence. His hand pressed on top of her head as he stroked her hair pulling her close. “Indra.. You don’t think I’m a monster… do you?”
His voice finally broke the silence, it was deep, smooth and every bit of comforting she could ask for. “You could never be a monster to me, Lady Rena.”
I have no idea where this came from, I was going through my folders for the content I needed to post and found this. I can’t even remember writing this? Well anyways, here you go.
Rena was at her desk for a long moment before letting her hair and face press along the desk in defeat. The peasant grab clung to her figure oddly, it looked wrong. She sat there, her blue locks spread out along the desk for a long moment before finally gathering herself and pushing the chair back. Her blue hair began to drag back along the books before she straightened up causing it to fall along her shoulders, face, and her chest. Her gaze was blank along the wall before her as she began to walk towards her bed in the back. Her hand moved over her back as she pulled at the strings of the corset. “Off…” she grumbled.
Rounding the corner back over to her room, she plopped onto the bed and began to pull at the fabric of the dress as she heard the voice in her head getting loud.
“Get it off! Get it off right now!”
Her blue eyes dilated as the voice grew louder and louder in her head. She bit her lower lip as she began to rip at the fabric and let it drop along the bed around her. The sounds of tearing grew louder and louder before she was sitting in the bed with only the corset left on her.
‘Filth, rid the filth, I’ll rid all the filth’
Her hand moved up her back as she pulled at the strings desperately, frowning at the fact that she couldn’t really remove the corset by herself. The air around her began to shift awkwardly causing the shreds of fabrics to roll along the beds covers. Her hand reached desperately at the strings as she felt a cold hand press along her spine and then her corset came loose. Her eyes grew wide as she turned around looking to see something, but there was nothing. Her hands moved to grab the corset off her chest and toss it at the bottom of her bed. She clutched the covers back to her chest as little shreds of grey and brown lay around her.
‘Do not allow such insults ‘
Her shoulders fell as she backed herself into the corner of her bed and pulled the covers around her as she sighed heavily. She didn’t know what the voice was, she didn’t know what all was going on. Slowly her eyes closed as she pulled the recent memory of her father back. He asked her why she thought she was human. Her hand raised as she stared at her palm. “Am I… not human?”
The voice stirred with the question, a dark growl coming deep within in, causing her to feel cold. She drew her knees against her chest as she tried to remember.
Thiris. She had lived here for her while life, hadn’t she? Her memories began to flicker through her time with Thiris. It showed pictures of her room, little visits to the garden, the daily training exercises with Indra. Her shoulders sagged. Indra, he was all she had. This kingdom offered her nothing. Her lips turned to a frown as she remembered being thrown into this room for the first time. When the king had found her, her hair wasn’t this blue color, it was black due to her being covered in filth. The moment he saw her hair color it was as if he was scared of it. Her eyes shut tigher as she exhaled recalling as much as she could, she remembered walking into Thiris for the first time. No, she wanted sooner.
“Oh whatever do you mean dear daughter? You human, surely you remember what you did… back then, don’t you?”
She was trying desperately to recall, she needed sooner than that. Her body began to tense as she tried to recall, she felt her mind begin to ache as she caught a sharp pain in her back causing her to gasp and tense in pain. Flashes of red, the smell of blood. Rena tried to focus, her hand reaching forward as she saw the outline of white among the red. What.. was that?
The memory snapped back out of reach immediately as she sat there panting heavily staring at the back of the bookshelf. “Why…” her voice was but a whisper as she felt herself sinking against the wall and deeper into the covers. What was going on? Closing her eyes for a moment she inhaled slowly as she tried to think everything through. Her father wanted her to go to the masquerade, he wanted her to announce her presence, after him ignoring her for years. There was a voice in her head and Indra was gone. It wasn’t uncommon for Indra to have other things to do, it was more so the timing. Her hands moved to press along her fact as she shook lightly. Her fingers tangled in with her blue locks as her covers hid her from the world.
As promised I did managed to finish the color of this sketch rather quickly. The idea behind it is of two characters. The male would be of my muses’ old character Indra and the other would be Rena in her current state. I felt that since they are both so real to me I wanted them to be in more modern clothing.
The story I had in my mind when drawing this was simple. If Indra and Rena were separated by some strange time anomaly and found each other in the modern world once more. So here is their heartbreaking scene after they finally managed to reunite.
Bottom left is the sketch with lineart with an ink pen
Bottom right is the picture after cropping out all the crappy photo quality
Top is it after editing in Ribbet ❤