Meet Vexa! A kobold archer ready for the cold wilderness. Loved working on all the gear layers!
Which version do you like best?
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Orphan
She was only three months old when they left her behind.
There was no goodbye, no final glance, no one who could ever tell her why. In the middle of the pandemic, when the entire world seemed to have stopped beneath the weight of fear, she was abandoned on the outskirts of a small town near La Plata. She was too young to remember the faces of those who left her. Too young even to understand that the arms that had once held her would never return.
She was found by an old farmer.
He lived alone on a small property surrounded by fields and trees, far from the noise of the city. He was already an old man when he took her in, and he never had much to offer her beyond a simple home, warm food, and a place to sleep. But for a creature who had entered the world with no one, that was enough.
He never spoke much about her past. Perhaps because he didn’t know what to say. Perhaps because he understood that some questions have no answers capable of easing the pain.
She grew up there.
She learned the little things first. How to tell when the soil needed water. How to recognize a sick plant from one that simply needed time. She learned to feed the chickens, care for the sheep, and approach the cows without frightening them. In time, she came to know the horses, the bulls, and every corner of that old farm.
The old man taught her everything he knew.
And as he grew older, she slowly began taking care of everything.
When she was still too young to understand what it meant to lose someone, she already knew how to tend a garden. While other young people were learning things that belonged to a different world, she was waking before sunrise to feed the animals and check the crops.
The farm eventually became her home.
The old man became her family.
She never needed him to call her his daughter.
She never needed them to share the same blood.
But some nights, when the wind struck the windows and the house fell silent, a question would return no matter how hard she tried to push it away.
Why did they leave her?
At first, she tried to forget it.
Then she began wondering who her parents had been. Where she had come from. Whether they had ever loved her. Whether they had abandoned her because they couldn’t care for her, or simply because they had never wanted her.
She had no photographs.
No memories.
No name that could lead her back to them.
Only a void.
And that void grew with her.
The old man never tried to fill it with lies. Whenever she asked, he simply told her that some things could not be changed, and that no matter how she had come to be there, that place would remain hers for as long as she wanted to stay.
Perhaps that was why she never forgot what he had done for her.
Years later, when she began looking beyond the fields and wondering what existed beyond them, she realized that the farm could no longer answer all of her questions.
She had learned how to survive.
She had learned how to care.
She had learned how to lose.
But she had never learned how to stop searching.
The outside world could be vast, dangerous, and unknown. Yet somewhere inside her there was still that three-month-old child who had been abandoned during the pandemic.
A child who never knew why they left her.
A child who grew up wondering whether someone, somewhere, had ever tried to find her.
And perhaps that question was what eventually made her who she would become.
A warrior.
A pilot.
A woman accustomed to being alone.
But also someone who, unlike those who had abandoned her, could never simply look away when someone needed to be saved.
Because she knew exactly what it meant to grow up believing that there was no one waiting for you.
well, i have to redesign him a bit due he doesnt look like a kobold
so yeh, upcoming lynus v3!
Blink
In those years, Sina still traveled without any particular destination in mind. She had learned to move among the stars with the same ease with which others walked through a familiar city, crossing systems that barely appeared on maps and stopping only when something managed to catch her curiosity. Sometimes it was a strange planet, sometimes an abandoned ruin, a creature she had never seen before, or simply the smell of some food she couldn’t identify from across a marketplace. Her reasons were never particularly complicated. She sought adventure because staying still felt unbearable, and she sought food because, after so many journeys, she had discovered that the universe hid far more interesting things in its markets than in its temples or space stations.
Talking to other people, however, had always been different.
Sina could walk through an entire colony without exchanging more than a few words with anyone. Not because she wanted to be unpleasant, but because she had never really known what to do after the first greeting. Conversations seemed to have rules everyone understood except her, and whenever she tried to follow them, she only ended up feeling more uncomfortable. It was much easier to leave before someone could ask her something she didn’t know how to answer.
That little planet did not seem destined to become an important memory.
It was little more than a small stop along a secondary trade route, with settlements built around enormous rock formations and a slightly bluish atmosphere that made everything look as though it had been covered in a thin layer of dust. Sina had arrived looking for supplies and ended up finding a food stall run by a three-eyed creature selling some kind of sausage inside a bun. She had no idea what animal had been used to make it, and decided it was probably better not to ask.
She liked it.
That was enough.
With the food in one hand, she walked away from the stall, looking for somewhere quiet to sit. She had just found a small rock a few meters away when she began to notice something behind her.
At first, she thought they were footsteps.
Then she figured it might be some small creature from the planet.
Finally, she turned around.
And saw it.
It was tiny, with rounded features and an enormous head compared to the rest of its body. It had large, dark eyes that seemed far too expressive for such a small creature, and where a nose should have been, there were only two tiny openings. A few strands of incredibly soft hair grew from the top of its head, moving gently with the wind, while a long tail ending in a small crest rested behind it. Its skin was a light orange, interrupted here and there by small violet markings scattered irregularly across its body.
Sina watched it for a few seconds.
The creature was watching her food.
It didn’t look particularly interested in her.
It looked desperate for it.
There was so much saliva gathering around the little creature’s mouth that, while it sat in front of Sina watching her eat, it eventually formed a small puddle between its paws.
Sina looked down at it.
Then at her food.
Then back at it.
“No.”
The creature blinked.
Sina kept eating.
For a few seconds, she thought that would be enough. She sat on the rock and turned her attention back toward the landscape, trying to ignore those enormous eyes still fixed on her. However, when she finally decided to leave, she heard those tiny footsteps behind her again.
She said nothing.
She walked a little faster.
The footsteps quickened as well.
Sina sighed, although a small smile threatened to appear at the corner of her mouth. She didn’t know why the situation amused her, but there was something almost absurd about the creature’s persistence.
Then she had an idea.
As she walked, she began dropping tiny crumbs behind her.
One every few steps.
The creature found each one immediately.
Sina continued until she reached a formation of rocks jutting out from the ground. She walked around one of them and disappeared from sight.
The little creature continued following the trail.
First it found one crumb.
Then another.
Then another.
Until it reached the final piece of food.
It raised its head.
Sina was gone.
The creature looked from side to side, confused.
Then something appeared from behind a rock.
Sina was wearing a piece of cardboard on her head. On it, she had drawn what she apparently considered a representation of the creature’s face, although the drawing was terrible.
“Boo!”
The little creature froze.
For several seconds, it seemed completely incapable of understanding what it was looking at. Its eyes widened even further, and its tiny body instinctively took a step backward.
Sina had to hold back a laugh.
The creature eventually recovered its composure. It straightened itself, narrowed its eyes, and adopted such a serious and offended expression that Sina immediately realized she had made a mistake.
The little creature searched the ground.
It found a stone.
And threw it at her.
The stone struck Sina in the forehead.
The creature turned around and began walking away.
Sina remained completely still for a few seconds, the cardboard still sitting on her head.
Then she started laughing.
She couldn’t help it.
Her laughter echoed between the rock formations as the little creature walked away with all the dignity it could muster, not even bothering to look back.
“Alright!” Sina called out between laughs. “You didn’t have to take it so seriously!”
The creature kept walking.
Sina watched its tiny figure slowly disappear between the rocks and, for some reason she couldn’t quite understand, remained there for another moment.
Then she continued on her way.
Several minutes had passed when she heard a sound that did not belong to the landscape.
A metallic snap.
Then a scream.
Sina stopped.
The sound came again.
This time, she recognized it.
It was the creature.
She ran toward the source and found the little thing caught in an old animal trap. One of its legs was clamped between the metal jaws, and the harder it struggled, the more it seemed to hurt itself.
Sina took a step toward it.
Then she heard footsteps.
Heavier ones.
Much slower.
A figure with four arms emerged between the rocks. Two of them held a long rifle while the other two pushed the vegetation aside. The little creature stopped struggling.
Sina froze.
The stranger slowly approached until he stood in front of the creature. One of his arms lowered the weapon and pressed the tip of the rifle against one of its tiny legs.
For a moment, the world seemed to stop.
The creature closed its eyes.
Sina watched it tremble.
And then she realized she had come back too late.
What followed was fast and sharp.
Metal against metal.
The hunter screamed.
One of his arms fell to the ground.
The creature opened its eyes and remained frozen, unable to understand what had just happened.
Then it heard a voice coming from behind the rocks.
“Hey, little guy!”
Sina came running toward them.
She was still carrying the bag of food in one hand.
“Sorry about earlier,” she said, trying to catch her breath as she approached. “I bought you some food.”
The creature stared at her.
Sina knelt beside the trap and began working on the mechanism.
“Hang on. I’ll get you out of there.”
The little creature didn’t take its eyes off her.
Perhaps it didn’t understand why she had come back. It probably didn’t understand why the strange creature who had been teasing it only minutes earlier was now risking herself to free it.
Sina finally managed to open the trap.
The little creature carefully pulled its leg free and remained still for a few seconds, breathing heavily.
Sina took the bag and placed it in front of him.
“Seriously?” she said. “After all that, you’re still thinking about food?”
The creature raised its head. A tiny piece was still between its teeth.
Sina let out a soft laugh and left the bag in front of him.
“I guess this is what you wanted from the beginning.”
Behind her, the four-armed individual had remained sitting on the ground. Now he only had three. He clutched his injured arm with the others, shouting first from pain and then from anger.
“You don’t know who you’re messing with!” he shouted. “You’re going to pay for this! Do you hear me?! You’re going to—”
Sina didn’t answer.
She didn’t even turn around.
She continued watching the little creature, which had begun sniffing the food with almost absolute concentration, as though everything that had happened only moments before had ceased to exist.
The hunter kept shouting behind her.
“You don’t know who I am! You’re going to pay for this! Do you hear me?!”
Sina let out a quiet sigh.
Her left hand slowly lowered toward the hilt of her katana.
“So noisy…”
The movement was so fast that it could barely be seen.
Sina drew her blade and turned her wrist slightly without taking her eyes off Blink.
A moment later, the individual’s body went still behind her, and his head struck the ground with a dull thud.
Sina sheathed her katana.
Blink was still sniffing the food.
She watched him for a few seconds.
“Well?” she murmured. “Are you going to eat or not?”
The little creature finally began devouring it.
Sina smiled.
She didn’t know how long she remained there.
When she finally decided to leave, she thought that would be the last time she ever saw him.
But as she walked toward her ship, she heard those tiny footsteps behind her again.
She stopped.
The creature stopped too.
Sina looked at him for a few seconds.
“No.”
The little creature tilted its head.
“You can’t come with me.”
It took a step.
Sina sighed.
“I don’t even know what you are.”
Another step.
“I don’t have anywhere to take you.”
Another.
Sina looked toward her ship and then back at the little creature. There was something strangely familiar about its persistence. Something she couldn’t quite explain.
“Besides, you’re probably going to be a nuisance.”
The creature sat down in front of her.
Sina remained silent.
Finally, she looked toward the sky.
The first stars were beginning to appear above the horizon.
“Alright.”
The creature’s tail began to move slowly.
“But I’m not carrying you.”
The tail moved a little faster.
Sina smiled.
“And you’re going to need a name.”
She studied him for a few seconds. She thought about the way he had appeared and disappeared between the rocks, those enormous eyes that seemed incapable of missing anything, and the way he had managed to follow her all that way simply because he had smelled food.
“Blink.”
The creature tilted its head.
“Yes. Blink.”
Sina started walking.
This time, she heard those tiny footsteps following behind her.
And she didn’t try to make them stop.
Many years later, when someone asked Sina how she had ended up traveling with that little creature with enormous eyes and a long tail, she never really knew what to say.
Because the truth was rather simple.
She hadn’t chosen Blink.
Blink had been the one who, without knowing it, had decided that this lonely traveler was someone worth following.
And Sina, who had spent so long believing that traveling through the universe meant belonging nowhere, discovered that afternoon that perhaps you didn’t always need to find a home.
Sometimes, it was enough to have someone walking behind you
Still working on her accessories and outfit details, but really liking the vibes so far. Colors coming very soon!
If she were in your party, what role and trinkets would you give her?
Imagine being banned for 3 days from r/furry for posting my fursona (this specific image) for "pornography" and when i ask what Is wrong with the drawing, they mute me and make my ban permanent. So now After i ask for and unban, they wont even see my request. No prior bans btw. Some people Need to get a life
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I'm Viskary, and I absolutely love kobolds! I'm super excited to join the legion and share my work with all of you. As a digital artist, I'm passionate about bringing these little reptiles to life with lots of personality, expression, and dynamic poses.
In this post, I wanted to share my latest character design: a clever Kobold Alchemist. I focused a lot on crafting her outfit, potion satchels, and expressions so her story shines right through—from her alchemy vials down to her mischievous grin.
I hope you enjoy my art and this look at my design process! I’d love to hear what you think in the comments.
Hey guys! Here’s my little Necro, for now at least, in her finished version. As I said, I’m getting back into drawing kobolds after two years, and yeah, I like the final result, but I feel like it could’ve been better ^^'
The Daughter of the Stars
“The Earth After the Silence”
She does not remember her name.
She does not remember where she came from, how long she spent traveling among the stars, or what happened before she reached Earth. From her past, she only retains fragments that appear in her dreams as incomplete memories: a battle, a space filled with darkness, and the presence of something so enormous that even now she struggles to comprehend it.
She remembers fighting someone.
She does not know who they were.
She does not know why they attacked her.
She only remembers that they were immense, ancient, and terrifyingly powerful. And she remembers their words, spoken shortly before everything faded into darkness.
“You cannot exist in this universe.”
After that, her memory breaks apart.
When she opened her eyes again, she was falling toward Earth.
She had not arrived as someone who had chosen that world as a refuge. She arrived like a lost body drifting among the stars, wounded, exhausted, and unable to remember who she even was. Her descent held nothing heroic about it. Earth simply appeared before her, and she had no strength left to do anything but fall.
What she found when she arrived was a world barely managing to remain alive.
Several years had passed since the pandemic. Humanity had survived, but the world they once knew was gone. Cities were buried beneath ruins; some houses remained abandoned, while others had disappeared beneath collapsed buildings. Asphalt had cracked apart, and vegetation had begun reclaiming the streets, climbing walls, breaking through windows, and growing where homes had once stood.
The summers were strangely cold.
The winters were even harsher.
The climate had changed, and Earth seemed to be undergoing a transformation that no one fully understood.
And yet, there were still people.
There were kobolds too.
Small communities had managed to survive among the ruins, creating shelters and settlements far from the cities. Some cultivated the land. Others cared for animals. Many simply tried to make it through another day.
She watched that world from a distance for some time.
She had expected to find answers.
Perhaps even somewhere she could belong.
But Earth had no answers for her.
Only questions.
And then she found something she had never expected.
At first, she thought they were survivors.
Some looked human.
Others looked like kobolds.
They had familiar faces, bodies that seemed to belong to the same species that inhabited that world, and sometimes they even imitated their movements.
But something was deeply wrong with them.
Their eyes were an intense, unnatural blue. Their skin was white or deathly pale, as though life had abandoned their bodies long ago.
They did not look sick.
They looked empty.
When they saw her, they did not approach seeking help.
They ran toward her.
They wanted to devour her.
She reacted on instinct.
She did not know what those creatures were or where they had come from, but she knew they were not normal. She defended herself and destroyed them before they could get too close.
Afterward, she remained silent among the bodies.
That was when she realized that the ruins were not the strangest thing she had found on Earth.
There was something else.
Something that had appeared after the pandemic, or perhaps something that had been there long before she arrived.
Something that could imitate humans and kobolds.
Something that seemed to walk among the living without truly belonging to them.
She did not know what to call them.
She did not know whether they were a disease, a mutation, or something entirely different.
She only knew one thing.
Earth was not simply dying.
Something was inhabiting it.
And that was far more terrifying than a devastated planet.
For the first time since awakening in that world, she felt that her own existence might not be the greatest mystery she needed to solve.
Perhaps she had come to Earth searching for answers about who she was.
Perhaps one day she would discover who the enemy she fought had been.
Perhaps she would understand why someone had decided that she had no right to exist in the universe.
But as she stared at those dead creatures beneath the gray sky of an Earth she no longer recognized, another possibility began to trouble her.
Perhaps she had not fallen there by accident.
Perhaps Earth was not simply the place where her journey had ended.
Perhaps it was the place where something far worse had begun.
And for some reason she could not yet remember, she was there to witness it.
Realized I hadn’t actually tried coloring anything with fur with Procreate yet, so I drew this bad drawing of an old wallaby-space-captain character getting into a stupid, possibly drunken argument, with my D&D character Danger Noodles. Guessing she‘s about to make him roll initiative for getting in her face.
(It’s been way too long since I drew this guy and it shows. Picked him because “canonically“ he’s not supposed to be much taller than a kobold, somewhere around four foot six standing straight up? edit: time-lapse. Don’t bother )
Something I made while learning Nomad Sculpt.