art stuff

I did a thing again

I did a thing

Where I write

But it doesn't end up becoming a story 

So here, 

Y'all have it.

Do with it what you will

^A very bad poem done by aggressively hyper me! 

Done with the sillies, this is a few age notes, an intro scene, and an extra moment I started and lost interest in finishing cuz I'm feelin' a little silly like that :P

Jimmy's like, 17 in this

Joel's a few months older than Jimmy

Scott's about 19/20 ish. V E R Y young Starborne(in Starborne years XD)

Grian's 18

Scar's 21/22(haven't decided, but he's older than the others listed here are). He was found as a lost young boy by a certain pair of the Ren and Doc variety, who took pity on the kid(Ren was like "we keeping him" and Doc begrudgingly went like "fineeeee" lmao) so he'd been living with Hybrids, he essentially grew up with Grian.

Platonic flower husbands bcs I said so (is a thing :D)

*Cue a banger of an opening scene*

Jimmy has always been told to stay away from the woods.

"They'll getcha! Scoop you up and gobble you down in the middle of the night, they will!" The old women of his village would say, telling tales of the monsters beyond the trees to the wide-eyed children gathered around, intending to scare them. And as any young child would do, he promptly ignored them. See, he lives in a world where there are beasts known as Hybrids. They appear to be varying degrees of human, except for two clear differences: they have animal and monster traits, and can do magic. They live in caves and holes in the ground in the woods. Humans aren't allowed in the woods, because the Hybrids will kill and eat them. But, humans need the trees to make more houses and grow their towns. There's special groups of Hunters that track and kill them, like one would a fox or a wolf, but with more value. Some Hybrids have unique components or features people could use, and they capitalize upon it. At the time, Jimmy was too young to actually understand how awful this was.

But now, he knows.

He's running through the forest, making sure not to leave an obvious trail, but still doing his best to be fast, leaping over creeks and logs, dodging rocks and roots to keep his stride. He has to hurry, or he'll be too late. Luckily, he makes it just in time. He pants for breath, climbs up on his rock, and puts down his bag. He lays down with his belly against the stone, looking for whoever it is that he keeps watching.

It's a Hybrid.

A Hybrid with pretty blue hair, long, pointed ears, and glowing gems around its head. Jimmy has come to see it. Every day, when the sun is highest, and more nights than most, it comes to lay on its own rock, in the middle of the clearing he scouts. There's a willow tree that provides shade, and it simply lays there, twinkling and shining for hours. Jimmy's fascinated by it. With care, he takes out his sketch pad, worn and weathered by frequent use, to be ready in case it does something new. He's seen it create balls of light like it holds the sun in its hands, float up with puffs and swirls of some shiny powder, and it always takes extra care to collect whatever dust emanates from it. Jimmy has found it to be much more effective and explosive than gunpowder, so he'll often sneak over and see if he can get any whenever it leaves. Glancing at it through the spyglass again, Jimmy now finds it gone. But it isn't the time the Hybrid normally leaves. Did something spook it? Are there Hunters? Or something worse?