#dremora

trying to get myself out of brain-dead state (yep, its not getting any better here we just lost our jobs) with help of anime.

here’s some vglnt/glnmrl sketches heavily influenced by mix of demons slayer, sasaki&miano and beastars :“)

These wastes of earth are choked by wastes of sky, each pulling the other apart by the smallest hairs, and the world tumbles overhead. Hla-eix has prepared for this, having spent time in the ashlands of Morrowind, and tightens her scarf and scrapes sand from her goggles with a single motion. If it were up to her, she wouldn’t be out here, but Hammerfell is as distrustful of magic as ever, so teleportation was out of the question. The old ways of a dead world have forced her to cross the Alik’r Desert in the middle of a sandstorm, but such ancient traditions have always held her back. This is nothing new.

But there is something new: a sound, amidst all the roaring of the wind, almost like a frail brook, babbling discordantly. Hla-eix is certain the desert hasn’t made her mad just yet, so she pursues the sound.

And then she trips over its source.

Hla-eix tries to catch herself but the wind pushes her over, crashing into the dune she was climbing. She picks her head out of the sand, wipes furiously at her goggles, and looks for the cause. At first, just a dark shape sticking out of the sand. Then, she realizes, a dark shape with bright red eyes, staring at her, its mouth opening and closing like a dying twitch, screaming gibberish through a tortured throat.

Hla-eix spins around on her knees to get a better look at it. It’s a person, alright. A dunmer, by the looks of it. She casts a spell, a purple spark illuminating the eyes of her goggles for a moment, before there is suddenly silence. The sand that was carried by the storm falls to the ground like snow. She casts another spell, illuminating the small sanctuary she’s created for herself and the mer.

“You alright?” Hla-eix tries to ask, before realizing her voice is muffled by her scarf. She pulls it down and raises her goggles. She repeats the question, her voice and vision clear now.

The mer’s mouth moves, wide like his eyes, wide like he’s screaming, but even in this quiet space, it’s faint, unintelligible. Hla-eix leans in closer.

He grabs her by the straps of her backpack, his eyes like hot coals pressed into her scales. He desperately tries to be heard: “…the vision…fades…the pupil is closed, fails, bound tight to the mutation, to the home…the strained eye, spreading itself over paper like mercury…stretched thin and membranous over and over unto itself until it is dry and torn like a sailor’s flag forlorn…it…fades…”

Hla-eix clocks him in the face, knocking him out. She sits back on her haunches and her muttered question echoes in the magical bubble, unanswered: “What the fuck?”

So, there’s no shortage of monster stories out there, but I’m wondering what monsters or story ideas you haven’t seen (or haven’t seen enough of, or that you just want more of)?

Send me an inbox or comment on this with ideas. I can’t promise to write it, but I’d like to know what people want at least.

Some of my current WIPs include:

• Victorian-era orc private detective x human (you know who you are and I’m sorry I’m making you wait so long for this one)
• Dracula follow-up era with Quincey (Mina and Jonathon’s canon son)
• Gabe & Odessa (m. werewolf x f. character)
• Dremora(male dremora/demon x f. character)
• Mermay idea about a smuggling operation in Cornwall
• Regency-era fake-marriage trope with a small twist, featuring an orc and a female human
  

So if you have any other ideas for stories or just monsters you’d like to see more of, and/or if you think any of the above sound interesting, please lemme know with a comment or an ask and I’ll see if anything sticks!!

Some very confused dremora for you all :3