Zea'rew, Fire Faun

This is just an original character I drew and came up with ideas for as I drew. They're not really important to things, but I like how they turned out. I just wanted to draw something like the older Rune Factory concept art because I've always really liked the style. It's cute. But I don't know how the hell I'm supposed to make them look like, y'know, they're not five. I wasn't really aiming for any specific gender or lack thereof either, but even if I was, I don't think it would've showed much. And I just kinda decided that this would be the ancestor of one of my other characters, Peyyeac (AKA Pay-For-Your-Damn-Eggs guy)



So... about little Zea'rew. Warning for gibberish that only makes sense to me because conworld shit. So, they grew up in the tribe of Hbtaaw, in the country of Ro@'ucall, on the continent of Ryuco'ov, and had an affinity for fire. However, they didn't really like the place they grew up. It was too brutal of a culture for them, though they had no complaints for what it taught them and how strong it made them. The food wasn't too bad either. But it wasn't for them. There was a tribe under this Guardian Ltfib, who lived for a carefree life (and alcohol.) And so, when they were of age, Zea'rew gathered up their stuff traveled to the tribe. With their faun blood, they'd fit right in. No one would be able to tell they weren't one of their own. The most out-of-place thing they ever did was wear a decent amount of clothing. They wanted to keep that on, thank you very much. Maybe it was just how they were raised.

Once they got there, they were astonished and taken with the culture. They felt at home. And even with their weak legs, most others wouldn't hesitate to offer a shoulder so they could steady themselves. It was a bit of a change from what they were used to, to say the least. Here, in this new place in such harmony even with the lack of rules, they got to learn all sorts of cool skills. They learned falconry. They learned how to tell all the different plants apart and which ones were edible. They learned to let go.

However, one day, someone new showed up. Zea'rew felt something familiar in them-- they couldn't tell what, but there was something kindred in them. Time passed, and they got to know each other. It wasn't until a fire shook their forest that they knew what it was in each other. They were both from the tribe of Hbtaaw. They saved all the people there that they could, and caught in the relief of the moment, no one could think to get mad at Zea'rew or their partner. Even as the people had to move and find a new home, the two were welcome to stay and were part of them now. They fell in love. They had a child. Zea'rew's partner, wanting the best for their child and hoping he didn't turn out like his parents, took the child back to Hbtaaw's tribe in the night. Zea'rew never wanted them to leave. They searched day and night for their partner and their son, but never did find them nor figure out what happened. Zea'rew died lonely and alone in the middle of nowhere.
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