#just wanted to draw scar being the scary vex he is
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"but, scar." he brushes his fingertips over the ridges in scar's skin. "there are tales written into your skin. and you've lived through every single one of them."
Vex war paint is meant to symbolize something for the warrior it’s bestowed upon — for Nico, it’s jewels of a crown, for Kane, whiskers of an untamed beast.
For Scar… a dare.
(go ahead, leave another wound across his skin. he will live, but you will not.)
#hhau#gtws fanart#vex gtws#oc mention sorry not sorry#link draws#I meant to post this sooner but then the Lore occurred to me#also fun fact that’s not Grian speaking in the snippet —#it’s Nico#and Nico is absolutely the one to paint it on as well#just wanted to draw scar being the scary vex he is#when he wants to be<3
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Can I get a nice tall glass of Convex lore please?
Yes you certainly may! Drink up, anon! It’s under a cut (unless tumblr fucks up) because I got a little carried away
“So this is what a vex looks like up close, huh?” Cub is crouched on the ground, head tilted to the side as he regards the small blue creature sleeping in a net in front of them. “Doesn’t look like much, if I’m being honest.”
Scar shrugs. “As long as everyone else is impressed, it’ll be worth the trouble. How many non-adventurers do you think have actually seen a vex up close? People will love it, especially once we get to areas where they’re less common.”
“I hope you’re right. This little guy has been a real headache to catch.”
That’s a bit of an understatement. Vex tend to be noncorporeal unless they’re actively stabbing you, and they tend to attack in swarms. Getting one alone is a tricky task in and of itself; add to that the trouble of getting it to stay put, and it’s no wonder that people rarely bother to catch them.
Luckily, Scar is kind of an expert on things like this. His plan to bait their trap using cake with a sleeping potion baked into it had worked perfectly, allowing Cub to sneak close to the dozing vexes and capture one in his enchanted net. After that, it was only a matter of running back to the to the wagons as fast as possible before the rest woke up again.
“Where do you think we should put it?” Cub asks, straightening up and lifting his arms over his head in a stretch.
Scar hums thoughtfully, turning to look at the short line of wagons holding the creatures that make up their travelling zoo. “There’s space in that one, I think,” he says, pointing to the second-to-last wagon. “I’ll go ahead and put our new friend away.”
He bends down to scoop up the net and makes his way to the green and yellow wagon. Inside is a tight squeeze, since every wall is lined with cages holding various creatures. As he enters, they look up at him, and the constant animal sounds that form the background noise of the wagons gets a little louder in reaction to his presence. When they realize he’s not carrying food, most of them settle down again, although a few continue to watch him as he walks toward an empty cage in the corner.
Like the net, the cages are enchanted so that nothing inside can get out unless someone releases them from the outside. It had been very expensive, and Scar had been a little hesitant when Cub had suggested commissioning it, but he has to admit that it’s more than paid off by allowing them to keep creatures like the vex that would normally be able to escape easily.
The vex in question seems to be stirring, so he quickly opens the cage and places it inside before locking the door. The flumph in the next cage over drifts up to the bars separating them, glowing a curious green as the vex sits up, tiny head swiveling around in obvious confusion.
It spots Scar standing outside its cage, and angry pink lines start to glow on its skin as it rises into the air with a beat of its ragged looking wings. Letting out a high-pitched battle cry, it swoops up at him - and runs into the closely spaced bars of the cage. The impact seems to stun it, and it reels back in the air, letting out a pained noise.
It’s more careful the next time it approaches the bars, moving slowly and reaching its hands out experimentally. They pass through the small gaps between the bars easily enough, but won’t phase through the bars themselves.
“What is this?” It demands in Sylvan, haughty voice made somewhat less intimidating by the high pitch of it. “Let me go, genasi, or I swear you’ll regret it.”
Scar leans his shoulder casually against the cage next to him. The dust mephit inside lets out an irritable huff and pointedly turns its back on them both. “I don’t think I will, actually,” he replies in the same language. “You’re not getting out of there unless me or Cub lets you out, so your threats aren’t all that scary. Sorry.”
“I may be trapped for now, but when I get out -.”
“You’ll what?” Scar interrupts. “Even if you could get out, we caught you once. What makes you think we can’t do it again just as easily?”
He’s bluffing, of course, but the vex doesn’t need to know that. It seems to have worked well enough; the vex draws back from the bars slightly, eyes flicking around the wagon nervously.
“Very well. Maybe I can’t fight you, but…” It trails off for a moment, then perks up, apparently getting an idea. “You want something, right? Mortals always do.”
“Sure. I want people to come and see our zoo, and I think a vex is just the thing to draw them in.”
“That’s all? What about power? Prestige? Wealth? I could help you get that!” It darts back and forth in front of him as he watches, flying from side to side in quick, erratic patterns.
“We can get those ourselves, you know. What do you think we’re running this zoo for? People will pay a lot to see creatures like you. Anyway, I don’t think one singular vex has a lot to offer us.” Scar pushes away from the mephit’s cage and straightens up, ready to leave the wagon. They’ve already spent several days here, and he’s itching to get going toward the next town to show off their new catch.
“Wait!” It calls as he turns away. “I may not have much to offer you, but what about my queen?”
That sounds interesting enough to make Scar pause. He looks back at his shoulder over the vex, which has pressed itself close to the bars. “What?”
“I can get you an audience with my queen. She’s been known to bargain with mortals in the past, has even given them some of her power.”
“Do you mean she makes them warlocks?” Scar asks. He knows a little about how that works, although he’s never paid too much attention to magic that isn’t related to the earth. Still, if this vex is telling the truth and not just trying to save its own skin…it’s an interesting proposal.
“Warlocks, yes! That’s what they call themselves.” The vex nods eagerly. “She could make you one as well, but I won’t tell you how to find her unless you let me go.”
Scar eyes it thoughtfully. One vex in exchange for power like that doesn’t sound like a bad deal. Having access to magic other than his limited connection to the earth could be very useful. Still, it’s not just his decision to make.
“I’ll consider it,” he tells the vex after a long moment.
After stepping out of the wagon, he looks around for Cub, who he finds tending to one of the horses toward the front of the line. Scar hurries toward him with a slight bounce in his step, and his business partner turns to look at him curiously.
“That took you a while. Did the vex give you trouble or something?”
“Not really,” Scar reassures him. “But it did make a very interesting offer. How would you feel about becoming a warlock?”
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