#mythical beings
Im doing a Myth Inktober and my comic, Ouramyr, as the main theme. Ouramyr is about all mythical creatures and beings in one world, which are called sages. An aristocrat named Inez sees that there importance brings balance to the world.
These two duos battle it out to claim some land but are suddenly interrupted by human hunters and a giant Sage. What these four don’t realize is that they’re battling too close to a human civilization. They appear in Ch. 18
Its difficult but they’re my fav characters I’ve made. I can’t show favoritism. storm mythical beings are my fav~
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Im doing a Myth Inktober and my comic, Ouramyr, as the main theme. Ouramyr is about all mythical creatures and beings in one world, which are called sages. An aristocrat named Inez sees that there importance brings balance to the world.
Elatha isn’t actually a moon being, He’s associated with it, and is called a prince of darkness. I just couldn’t pass up a dark prince~ <3 I want to add more to him but when he appears in the comic he’ll change a bit
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Im doing a Myth Inktober and my comic, Ouramyr, as the main theme. Ouramyr is about all mythical creatures and beings in one world, which are called sages. An aristocrat named Inez sees that there importance brings balance to the world.
Also called the white lady, she a type of harbinger. I wanted her to be a ghostly bride. A bride is a joyful and wonderful thing and at the same time she comes as a death omen.
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Im doing a Myth Inktober and my comic, Ouramyr, as the main theme. Ouramyr is about all mythical creatures and beings in one world, which are called sages. An aristocrat named Inez sees that there importance brings balance to the world.
Why did i do this to myself….out of all the giants…I picked this guy…
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The positioning is kinda weird, but I like it. ♀️
Just a dude vibing :)
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The Genderuwo [Javanese mythology; Indonesian mythology]
Mischievous trickster spirits are a very common staple in folktales and myths from around the world. The Genderuwo, a mythical creature from Java, is the Indonesian equivalent of this trope. This spirit enjoys playing pranks on people. Sometimes he asks people to come with him, and then they spontaneously turn invisible if they oblige. They remain invisible forever, unless the creature offers his victim some food. If the food is denied, the victim becomes visible again.
The Genderuwo is a shapeshifter: during the day, he usually takes the form of an animal, like a snake or a tiger. At night, he transforms into a particularly handsome man in order to flirt with women. His true form is that of a giant humanoid creature, usually portrayed with fur. These creatures used to be humans: they are the spirits of men who died by suicide.
He really likes to flirt with women, and is not afraid to get grabby. In fact, women are sometimes told not to talk with men late at night, because they may be a Genderuwo in disguise. Sometimes, a Genderuwo falls in love with a woman. When she enters a relationship with another man, the spirit becomes jealous and angry and throws rocks at their house at night.
Source:
Khairunnisa, A. and Wardhaningsih, M., 2020, A Book of Indonesian Ghosts.
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TheHatuibwari is a dragon from the mythology of the Solomon Islands. He is depicted as having the body of a serpent, the wings of a bat, and the four-eyed head of a human.
Hatuibwari is believed to have created and nurtured all living things, and as such, is seen as something of a male version of Mother Earth.
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M!Naga x Reader
Gender: Gender Neutral Reader
Warnings: fluff and mentions of a snake.
Word Count: 658
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The light dappled through the trees, and fell across the serpent’s navy tail and bare torso. His eyes skimmed line by line, enraptured by the novel he was reading. The story tells of a deep attraction that befell between a human peasant and a royal naga—he wanted that, he wanted the love from the stories he read. Though, he’d never had a chance; being a hopeless romantic and pessimistic was rather hard for him to find his promised one, and as time passed he started to feel further dejected. Maybe he needed to ease off those stories, but it was not like he could. They were the ones who made his heart flutter and feel something, although he should still reevaluate his standards. He paused his reading, placing a dried russian sage as a bookmark, and absorbed his environment in. And there he spotted you, crunching below the grass. You didn’t even notice him, you were fortuitous that he wasn’t a belligerent naga. You were such a puny human, but he couldn’t help to get those feelings like he did when reading those stories: the fuzzy feeling in his gut and chest and that giddy feeling. Perhaps he could make this into his love story. He slithered off the biggish rock and prowled towards you.
“What are you doing?”
You yelped and fell back, hiding behind your arms. You waited for what’s to come but nothing did, you lowered your arms a bit and squinted fearfully at the dark haired creature.
“If you think I’m going to hurt you, I’m not. So you can remove your arms from your face, though it wouldn’t do you any good anyways.” He pointed out, smirking.
You rolled your eyes and let your arms fall, “I know that.”
“Now again, what are you doing?”
“I was looking at some yarrow.”
“Why?” He queried, observing the plant with you.
“It’s used to treat digestive issues like ulcers, as well as enhance wound healing!”
He stared at you with heart-filled eyes, he could listen to you blather on about the plant endlessly; the way your voice was eager and passionate, like he was passionate and eager to find a mate.
“It could reduce symptoms of depre-”
"Can we be friends?”
Your mouth was gaped at the sudden interruption but soon closed with a feeble smile, “I guess we can but I’d like to know your name first.”
“Call me Meelis.”
“What a lovely name, I’m Y/N.”
Meelis became flustered at the classic compliment and his words began to stammer, “Thank you and yours is even more lovely.”
It was your turn to be blushful, and you were quick to turn that conversation.
“I noticed you like to read.”
“Oh, yes I do!” Meelis agreed, staring down at the book and back at you.
“What’s it about?”
“How about I read it to you?” He insisted, making a motion for you to follow him.
“I’d like that.” You smiled, following him to the rock.
Since then, you two visited one another. You would purchase him a new novel every other week to read to himself and you, and together you both would scour for plants. Without even knowing, you became infatuated with Meelis like he was with you from the beginning. And one evening, you both were seated by the banks of a pond.
“Can I tell you something, Y/N?” Meelis asked, the tip of his tail swishing around in the cool waters. Every now and then he would have a fish come nip at it but then get frightened.
“Of course.”
Meelis averted his eyes from yours, “I’ve got feelings for you.”
“Like the l-o-v-e feelings?”
“Yes.” he laughed, coming closer to you.
“Well I love you too,” You beamed.
He couldn’t control his electrified nerves, and so he tackled you down to the ground. Adoring your face with kisses, until it ended on your lips—now he could live happily ever after.
