#so a snake beastman with a tail and actual scales?

[mellosdrawings]

I'm a simple person. You show me a snake beastman and I immediately fall in love.

Nyoka is @cozymochi's OC and he's perfect y'all! Go check her guys coz they're all awesome and her artstyle is super yummy!

Bonus, my own 1/4th snake beastman OC's reaction to Nyoka below the cut:

[celesomnis]

❝ The Lionguard Gambit ❞

Nyoka Wadjet x Prefect Reader

The prefect requires some help. The snakeman will not provide it without a catch. There is chess, and a more harrowing "game" is maybe played too.

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babes, bros, and nonbinary beaus, I present to you the highly anticipated ''x reader'' ficlet for @cozymochi and @oddberryshortcake 's slitheringly handsome oc!

because let's be so real, we all down bad for that snake boi.

(and happy christmas you two dears! <3 I hope you do enjoy this and that it lifts your spirits fghsjk and i am so sorry if he is wildly ooc,, I tried my best 😭)

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“I know a guy for that.”

"Yeah. I'm kinda... I'm kind of here because you do, actually."

Nyoka Wadjet did not look amused.

You folded your fingers together and regarded the venomous beastman as passively and politely as you were able.

"Look. I know since we've been sticking around in Savanaclaw lately, Grim has been pushing your boundaries here and there. So if you help me, I'll make sure he doesn't bother you again like that... for two whole weeks."

Air pushed slowly through his nostrils. He was regarding you more seriously now.

Approaching the very allusive, and admittedly rather frightful, student in order to find somebody who could counterfeit thaumarks was perhaps not the most self-preserving decision you'd made. But it was imperative to a growing idea you had on how to deal with you and your friends' latest Azul troubles.

"Three weeks." You sweetened the deal.

Nyoka's eyes narrowed.

"He landed on my head." was stated factually, like the action's offense spoke for itself.

That had indeed happened. Grim was not a often creature of preserving personal space.

"A month?" You tried.

"A year."

Well that wasn't happening. "Um. I could offer two months, maybe." People really had a tendency to overestimate your level of control over that little (lovable) demon.

It seemed like that was not a favorable compromise. Nyoka's attention dipped from you and moved to the room's center where he had previously been seated.

Your stare followed his towards the shining, porcelain chess set readied and untouched at the low-standing table. Sparking a different tactic.

"Or, maybe you could play me for it?"

His gaze swung lazily back at you. Something about the action, and the hooded way his eyes looked, put little tingles along your arms.

"I promise I actually know how to play." You said, in case he was doubting your authenticity.

Movement caught your attention behind his legs, and a second later, his long tail came swishing side to side. A myriad of scales glittering under the sunroof's light.

A somersault happened inside your stomach, but was ignored in favor of catching Nyoka's next words.

“I like to be on the winning side.”

"Is that you doubting yourself against me?" You pushed.

He tipped his chin up slightly, a sun-flare running over his glasses.

“One battle doesn’t lose a war, prefect.”

The message was clear. Challenge Accepted.

He waved a gloved hand, inviting you to sit, which you obliged.

"Alright." Nyoka told you, easing himself gracefully onto the opposing seat. "If you beat me, I will connect you with my friend. But if I beat you, you will forbid your familiar from invading my presence for the remainder of the year."

Oh dear. He was dead-set on that, wasn't he.

Your eyes met. The colors in his clashed your own.

These were desperate times.

"Deal."

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The first few minutes of the game were done mostly in silence.

While it was true you knew how to play (at least, back in your home world you had) it'd been awhile since you'd done so for real, and there was a necessary amount of concentration needed in the first half while you eased back into things.

Nyoka, naturally, was a hard player from the start.

Though some of the plays and tactics he tried helped along in jogging your memory of the nuances, there was still some clear rust in your play, whereas he was all refined sharpness.

Poising in ponder, then striking fast.

Quick as a cobra.

The game did not take long to be leant in his favor.

And the silence was becoming brutal.

It was very quiet in the room, which made sense as to why Nyoka liked to frequent here. And it wasn't unsettling.

That was not the issue.

The distress came because in its peace, it caused the only sound you could latch onto in the whole room was the slow, deep, even breaths leaving the man's chest.

Slow in, slower out, over and over.

Each breath led your concentration to phase in and out of the game with it.

When you snapped back to, you found you just lost one of your knights. Rather viciously.

"You're really subtle with your attacks." You noted sardonically, mostly just to say anything.

There was a shake to your hands as they moved your king.

Nyoka watched you fidget.

In reply, there was a smooth counter of; "Hmph. Like a drop to the head."

You wetted your lips. Moved a pawn. "Grim's harmless, just very personable."

"He is lucky I didn't bite him." Nyoka murmured.

You were still a little lost to thought when this was said, so your ears failed to detect if its inflection held jest or sarcasm.

"Really? I figured you too elegant to go around handling annoyances with your teeth," Slipped out of your mouth before sense caught up to it.

His eyes slid at you. Pinned you there.

Something in your gut flipped.

"I should bite you, Prefect."

The game, and entire room, might have disappeared, but right then you couldn't have been sure.

He spoke it low, and it rolled out of his throat in a way that sent heat down your back. "But I think I wouldn't get the taste out of my mouth for days."

The heat became infernal.

Your head turned away, cheek meeting the forgiving cold of the sofa, desperate to pretend those words weren't the most charged thing you'd experienced in your time here.

"Calm yourself," He intoned, and maybe it was your racing mind, but you almost thought he had the gall to sound amused. "Any venom I have is reserved for other targets."

Oh, you were anything but calm. But there was a bell ringing in the distance, another later hour revealing itself.

It was getting late, and you still had a chess game at stake.

Nyoka exhaled, a low and long huff that makes you at once certain you won't be able to stand for a long while after this.

It felt like a lot of things were at stake right now.

From infernal to charred, you were a wreck at this point.

Forcing your focus to cooperate, the board came back to life before you and a realization was brought with it.

"Finding it difficult to think?" His words were edged with a sultry hiss.

You steeled. Made your move fast. Trying to keep your face unchanging.

Nyoka fluttered his long fingers atop his pieces, calculating, before finally resting atop his queen. And took your pawn.

A sudden sense of victory quelled all other emotions within you, and with haste you moved your knight into a position that seemed vulnerable.

Taking the bait, Nyoka moved his queen back where it was before.

You struck, using your bishop to fly across the board for the winning move. Exclaiming "Check!" and knocking porcelain against porcelain. Hands springing up, elated. "Hah! I did it! The Lionguard Gambit!"

Nyoka looked up at you fast, then moved aback. Expression one you couldn't define. "The... What."

You remained as you were. Enjoying the simmer of your victory.

Thanking the gods and the Seven for having provided the luck that led you to stumble across that move in a late-night library study one evening.

The snakeman stared at you a long time.

The longer that the seconds ticked by, the less sure of yourself you became. Fearful there had been a miscalculation or premature celebration.

You hadn't done it wrong, had you?

And then, Nyoka said; "...Lionheart Gambit?"

A rush of burning sensation to your ears coaxed your arms into a deflate.

"Oh." That was embarrassing. "Well- you know what I meant! My point is, I won!"

"So you did." He relented, sparing you by moving on from your blunder.

It had felt like your mispronunciation had sort of rattled him, for whatever reason, but that was a mystery for another time.

“I guess some battles can turn a war’s tides, snake eyes.” You said, tone lilting once more coy.

Nyoka lowered himself into the spine of his chair with crossing arms.

You waited. "...Um. So. Nyoka?"

"Don't get fretful, prefect, I withhold my ends of bargains. I'll introduce you to the person you seek tomorrow."

You felt a press of disappoint, but relented that it had gotten late. You hadn't realized when the sun's shine had been replaced with the softer lights of the overhead lanterns.

Rising from the seat, knees mercifully only wobbling a little, you offered him thanks and began to make the - perhaps a little purposefully slowed - trek towards the exit.

"Well. Goodnight, Nyoka."

"Hmm."

"You not going to sleep?"

"In a while."

“Ah. Putting in some extra practice for when you get a good chess partner?” You tossed playfully over a shoulder.

“That is not an issue.”

Nyoka rolled his fingers into a fist and set his chin on it. He did not look back at you, but somehow, the heat in your chest returned all the same.

And beyond noise of the door shutting after you, you caught six words that kept that heat burning low in your chest for the whole night following;

“I know a prefect for that.”

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fin.

[dagger-n-ravvi]

Chapter 3: Leaving So Soon?

Trey gets Rook ready to spend the night, but the hunter has other plans.

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A03 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49350448?view_full_work=true

Trey bites his lip, staring down at the back of Rook’s head. His hat fell off at the threshold of the door. With a shaky breath, Trey picks it up and sets it gently on the bedside table for him.

’Why were you REALLY here Rook?  Are you telling me the truth? I apologize for doing this to you, but I NEED to make sure. ’

He reaches down and unlaces Rook’s boots, trying to gauge how… oh Seven, how drugged he is, and also guiltily getting him more comfortable. It’s a little easier if he pretends he’s a drunk friend… just a drunk friend who had one too many shots, and now he needs a place to crash for the night... 

Rook’s eyes are closed, and he doesn’t react at all as his shoes and socks are taken, revealing slender feet with a line of odd, gold scales over his Achilles tendons. Trey frowns at them, and then lifts his eyebrows when he realizes that they’re actual, honest-to-goodness scales. Kind of like you’d see on a snake, or a lizard or…

Ohhhh. Like scales you’d see on the legs of a bird . Rook is a beastman? A bird beastman? That… ha. Actually, that makes a lot of sense. Certainly explains how he can see whether you have dandruff from fifty feet away, and hear your heartbeat from across the room. Eagles have incredible senses.

“Ahhh… Rook? Do you want the shirt on or off?” Trey lightly touches his shoulder. Rook doesn’t respond. His eyes are closed and his breathing has slowed and steadied. 

“… sorry.” Trey begins to gingerly work off his shirt and pants. He’s wearing black jeans and a long-sleeved, turtleneck shirt. Taken along with a pair of full-fingered gloves, also black, it looks very much like he was intentionally sneaking around at night. Certainly trying not to be seen, or leave fingerprints.

That suspicion is not particularly helped when he finds an alarmingly large hunting knife tucked into a sheath at the small of his back. It has a large magestone set into the hilt, so he could be carrying it around for magic more than for stabbing things. Possibly.

Fortunately, the contents of his pockets are a lot more mundane. His cellphone is a few years out of date, but it has a picture of Vil posing for an action movie poster on the lock screen. His key ring has a fob for a rental car. His wallet is almost empty, but it does have a credit card, and a few business cards with ‘Schroenheit Studios’ stamped across the front in glossy purple cursive. There's also a keycard for the ‘Caucus Race’ hotel. It's a super fancy one near the center of town. His room number is 1005.

And to Trey’s relief and growing shame, this all checks out with what he remembers about Rook. When Rook lies, it’s almost always a lie of omission. He’s selective about the truth, but he doesn’t outright fabricate stories. He really is here to do location scouting for Vil. He doesn’t know about that… or if he suspects, then he isn’t with the police.

And so the oddest thing about all this is once again, Rook himself. The scales on his ankles, and also the line of pale, downy feathers covering his spine. They start soft and fluffy at the center of his back, then thicken as they trail downward into glossy, golden feathers that match his hair. He has a tail. Or tail feathers, at least. That’s kind of adorable.

Great. So now he’s drugging his old classmates and stealing their clothes for no good reason. Just because he’s a paranoid mess. Wow that’s pathetic.

Feeling faintly awful, Trey neatly folds Rook’s clothes and places everything on the bedside table where he can easily find it in the morning. He takes one last look at him, and then shakes his head. “You’re still pretty mysterious, aren’t you? Let’s get you something to sleep in.”

He's about Trey's height, but much more slender. Pretty much everything Trey owns will be a little big on him, but that shouldn't matter much when it comes to pajamas. The trickiest part will be wrestling him into them. He's out cold and hasn't reacted at all to Trey's investigation. Somehow, that almost makes him feel a little worse. Rook would be acutely uncomfortable with this level of attention if he'd been conscious.

Carefully, he dresses Rook in an oversized, blue t-shirt and leaves it at that. Then he closes the door to give him at least a shred of privacy back, and crawls into his own bed. The adrenaline is fading fast, and that’s enough self-inflicted stupidity for one night…

The moment Rook is certain Trey's gone to bed, he sits up, heart pounding as he finally stops controlling his body's reactions. That... that was extremely unexpected. 

With the fluid ease of a shadow, he takes off Trey's night shirt and re-dresses in his own clothes. His eyes narrow and he looks around the guest room, suspicion thrown into its highest possible gear. Why in the world would meek, oh-so-normal TREY CLOVER drug him in a way that he'd barely been able to detect, and then search his person?! The boldness in and of itself is shocking, even without the clear evidence that Trey is hiding something.

He moves silently through the apartment, frowning at the carpet in the living room.  He found a single, red hair tangled into the fibers earlier. It was rather similar to Roi de Roses’ colour, but the smell clinging to it was all wrong. Lilac and vanilla.

He moves into the kitchen, and quickly finds a lot of very worrying herbs growing in a window box. Anyone else might have mistaken them for culinary plants, and some are. Basil, thyme, lemon balm. But across from them is Valerian, Angel's Trumpet, Foxglove, and Belladonna. He lightly runs his fingers through them, but only sees cuttings from the most innocuous valerian. A sedative and it smells very potent. Trey must have been cultivating it with magic. And… yes, he can feel that it is, slowly working as Trey intended and trying to put him to sleep. He should finish quickly and leave before he truly is unable to stand, and not merely play at being drugged.

He gives the bathroom one more look, glancing bemusedly over the magnificent variety of toothbrushes. He remembers seeing something similar at Night Raven but never discovering their purpose. Such a curious quirk…

Finally, he returns to the front door, intending to quietly slip out and leave when he notices that the carpet is slightly askew, and damaged in the center. He tilts his head, and then gives into his curiosity and carefully rolls it aside.

His eyes widen. The wood underneath is heavily marred by deep, pointed gouges. It’s been repeatedly stabbed, most likely by a very sharp knife. He looks up from the floor, and then around at the furniture at ankle level. Yes… there are scuffs and dents on the couch, the coffee table, and the stand holding Trey’s quaint little television. All consistent with someone thrashing around on the floor. There was a struggle in here. A violent one...

He draws the red hair out of his pocket and wraps it gently over his fingertip, tilting it into the faint light filtering in from the street outside. A struggle that someone did not walk away from, peut-être?

He blinks away a little dizziness, then straightens the carpet. He carefully tilts it into the orientation he found it in, and then pads to the front door, intending to slip outside and return to his hotel for the night.

"Rook?"

He jumps just a little. Behind him, Trey is standing in the darkened doorway of his bedroom, lit from behind by the streetlights."It's in the middle of night. Where are you going?"

Rook twists the deadbolt open and tries to open the door. It doesn't budge, and his eyes widen as he notices two additional deadbolts that have been installed above and below the door handle.

"I have an early start tomorrow. My apologies, I did not mean to wake you," he turns and smiles softly at Trey. Despite the attempted drugging, he does not believe that Trey is dangerous. Not toward him, at least.

Trey turns on the light, and rubs his eyes. "No worries. It’s just jarring, is all. I thought you were asleep." 

He approaches the door, and unlocks one of the other deadbolts. "Sorry, these can be tricky. Ah... Will I see you again?" He pauses over the last lock, turning to give Rook an unreadable expression.

"I will be in town for a few weeks," Room says softly. "I would let Vil know that your street is a lovely shooting location, but I think that the attention may not be to your liking, oui?" 

"Very much so. Thank you. I appreciate it,” Trey sighs, and gives himself a tired little hug with one arm. “Well, if this is the last time for a while, then please... Be careful tonight. Safe travels." 

He opens the last lock, and steps back to let Rook leave.

"And to you as well," Rook bows slightly, and then walks out the door. Trey closes it, and Rook hears the deadbolts slide into place with a series of muffled clicks. He walks down the stairs, then peers back up at Trey’s door, head tilted curiously to one side. Despite the growing wooziness, his eyes are laser focused as he listens to Trey’s footfalls heading back toward his bedroom, and then falling into bed. What a strange and beautiful mystery he’s stumbled upon. It seems almost as though Trey has killed someone~

He walks back down to the street toward the center of town, thoughts churning as he disappears into the darkness.

[valy-gc]

Chapter 6

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

-VI-

Old Farm

You take a step forward, your gaze landing on the structure before you. It’s a house—or at least, it must have been, long ago. The dilapidated Victorian-style building looms in eerie silence, a testament to time’s relentless march. Its two stories lean slightly, as though bowing under the weight of decay. Weathered wood siding, faded to a patchwork of greys and browns, clings stubbornly to the frame. The porch sags precariously, its railings missing in places, and shards of glass glint like jagged teeth in the broken windows. Above it all, a turret rises with an air of faded grandeur, its shingles peeling and curling like the scales of a dying beast. Overgrown vegetation encroaches from every angle, vines snaking up the walls and weeds bursting through cracks in the stone path.

You glance at Solon, standing beside you with his usual composed demeanor. This… this is where he’s brought you?

It’s barely 200 meters from the main building, yet it feels like stepping into another world entirely. Fibble’s voice cuts through your thoughts, grumbling from his perch on your shoulder.

“Charming. Truly. Does the school provide tetanus shots as part of orientation?”

Solon’s expression tightens, and he gestures vaguely at the house.

“With a little magic, it will be livable again,” he says, clearly trying to sound reassuring. He pulls a sleek device from his pocket and waves it at you. “I’ve already sent a message to the staff group chat for assistance.”

You glance at the object in his hand. It’s a sleek, rectangular device crafted from a blend of enchanted metals and polished glass, faintly glowing with runic etchings along its edges. It looks suspiciously like a modern smartphone, albeit more ornate. He calls it an Arcane RelicTab, and though he appears confident in its effectiveness, you notice his grimace.

“Most of them are likely already in the staff dorm at this hour,” he admits, tucking the device back into his pocket.

You’re about to ask why there’s an actual house sitting on school grounds when Fibble, ever the embodiment of tact, beats you to it.

“Let me guess,” he says, stretching his wings. “It’s haunted. Or maybe you keep the misbehaving students here?”

Solon sighs heavily. “It was the school’s farm,” he explains. “A long time ago. It provided fresh ingredients for the kitchens, but students and staff complained about the smell. The farm was relocated far from the main building, and this house has been abandoned ever since.”

You glance around, noting the forest encroaching on the property and the faint outlines of what might have once been fields.

“The school grounds are enormous,” Solon continues. “They could rival a city. Each dorm has its own parcel of land and the school ground provide them a large space with forests, fields, and even stables near the new farm. The farm manager lives on-site year-round to care for the animals, even during vacations, so they usually bring their family to live with them, this is why they needed a full house.” He pauses. “The current manager lives alone though.”

“You bet I am.”

As if summoned, a figure approaches from the treeline. They stride confidently toward you, their bright red hair looking like feathers catching the fading light like a flame. When they step into view, you’re struck by their striking appearance. Amber eyes meet yours with an intensity that feels almost piercing. Their ears are composed of yellow and turquoise feathers, and a set of small, vibrant wings—red and yellow—rest on their back. The long, shimmering tail feathers of a rooster sway behind them, the dark turquoise hues catching the light like polished metal.

Noticing your astonishment, the newcomer chuckles. “Never seen a Rooster Beastman before?”

You shake your head slowly, managing to mutter that you don’t even know what a Beastman is. Their laugh deepens, warm and hearty, and they glance at Solon, who steps in to explain.

“Our new student here is from another world,” Solon says, his tone tinged with weariness.

He begins recounting the events of the Resonance Ceremony, also recording himself on his Arcane RelicTab as he speaks to send the explanation to the others. You’re not sure whether to feel grateful or embarrassed by the attention.

When Solon finishes, the Beastman’s expression softens.

“You’ve had quite a day,” he says, his voice steady. “I’m Rustan Featherstone, the farm manager—or, as some call me, the Master of Cultivation. My resonance is with the Little Red Hen.”

His gaze sharpens slightly, and he adds, “If you need anything, just ask. But don’t get used to relying on others. Everyone here pulls their weight.”

You nod, unsure how to respond. Fibble, on the other hand, flaps his wings indignantly.

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ll be sure to get my own feed,” he says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Not that it matters—caring for me is supposed to be that human’s job anyway. I didn’t ask to be stuck with this arrangement, but here we are.” He glares at you pointedly, as though the entire situation is your fault.

Rustan’s amber eyes narrow, and the faintest hint of a smirk tugs at his lips. “Good to hear,” he says simply, before turning to inspect the house.

Solon suddenly speaks up, breaking the momentary silence. “By the way,” he begins, pulling something from his pocket. “I’ve been curious—what’s money like in your world?”

He holds out a small copper piece and a bill. The copper coin gleams faintly, and the bill is a mix of ornate designs and magical sigils, with a figure in the center, a man with a refined and composed demeanor. He have a clean-shaven face, a high forehead, and prominent features, framed by a long, flowing wig that were fashionable in the 17th century, curled and reaching his shoulders.

“The piece is one Scriptos, the bill is a 100, Scriptos is what we use here.”

You glance at them and shake your head, indicating you don’t recognize the currency at all. Solon sighs and tucks them back into his pocket.

“Well, for starters, I’ll cover anything you need. But if you have to stay here for a while you might want to make some money of your own.”

He gestures vaguely toward the surrounding area. “You can work on the farm, at the shop, or in the cafeteria. There’s always something to do.”

You nod again, agreeing with the idea of working to earn your keep. Solon offers a reassuring smile.

“It’s just temporary,” he says. “Until I find anything about worlds travelling and a way to send you back. For now, you can consider this place like your home.”

You glance at the dilapidated house again, the sinking feeling in your stomach growing. This place is going to take more than a little magic to feel like home.

Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

I described the house from this image: (searched "old house" on google, it come from the free stock image site "freepik")

[moss-selfship]

Holy shit i actually managed to finish this in one day, a new record lol. anyway finally drew my insert.

Name - Moss (name given to him by laios) Height - 6ft (182 cm) Abilities - Super strength, Higher resilience to physical damage, Strong bite force, sharp claws and spikes on elbows. Has the ability to breath a black and white flame Weakness's - Not particularly fast, weak to magic (which is strange for being part dragon), being part dragon makes him consistently tired all the time. Description- Moss stands at 6ft tall, weighing in at 220 lbs. Across his pale white skin he has iridescent black scales (similar to these kind here)

Poking through the skin across most of his body, the exceptions being his sides, under arms, face, thighs and waist area, and under side of his tail. He has black spikes that protrude form his elbows he can use for defense. He has a fiery red goatee that circles his mouth which is filled with large serrated teeth (exhibit bellow)

he has scales on top of his head resembling a hairline of a shaved head and is sporting 2 large horns that curve backwards (like this though not so big). He also has 2 grey lizard like eyes.

He has Digitigrade legs that end in 3 clawed toed feet similar to that of a dragon (similar to therapod dinosaur feet)

He has a large tail that ends in a cluster of bone spikes that he can rattle as a threatening display (imagine like a rattle snake) however during combat he can stiffen them and they can be used for slicing and smashing things with them. (example down below)

Backstory - Moss was a creation of a wizard that had escaped into the dungeon to hide from being arrested for messing around with black magic. They became obsessed with creating the ultimate beastman and when they found a large group of bandits hiding in the dungeon they made a deal with them. They would be the magician for the bandits and in exchange the bandits would provide the magician with test subjects, and after many failures He was finally able to achieve his dream. He had managed to fuse the soul of a dragon that they had trapped down there and the soul of a poor adventurer the bandits had captures. The end result was the creation of moss, Being bound with a spiked collar around the throat that if he tried anything would pierce the weak point on his throat and kill him. However the bandits tricked the wizard and killed him in his sleep, and gained the power to activate the collar and kill moss if they wanted. So for years moss was the tool of the bandits, they kept him contained in his cell in there encampment. He was the bandit leaders prize trophy, Nothing more than a glorified mount on a wall to gawk at and show off. However he was also physically and mentally tortured by the bandits who acted like he was nothing but a monster, and they forced him to dispose of the leftovers of any of the adventurers the bandits killed, forcing him to feed on them to survive. The party finds his cell locked away after chasing the bandits out of the encampment and chasing the bandit leader further down into the dungeon. When they found him he couldnt remember his name (his mind having been wiped before he was fused. and never being referred to as anything other than "that monster"). Laios saw some moss in his cell and decided that would be his name. Originally they werent sure if they were going to release him, marcille and chilchuck being worried about him and scared what he might do. However when he told his story Izutsumi started to frantically try and remove the collar and chains that were keeping him restrained. Chilchuck tried to argue with her but she refused, saying how she knew what this felt like and REFUSED to leave anyone like this. So reluctantly marcille used her magic to remove the collar and chains and when he was finally free. He asked to join the group, reasoning they were heading deeper into the dungeon and that would be where the bandit leader would be hiding, so that he could find him and get his revenge.

[nanominyo]

Yay my original humanoids which is a mix of orcs, fauns and reptelians has been designed - sorta - and I call them Rexens!

Rexens

The rexens is one of the 4 major humanoid species. The other species is Humans, Elven and beastmen. Rexens can most easily be described as a mixture of orc meets faun meets reptilian people. In general are they 1-3 heads taller than the humans and are often muscle strong. Most of their variants from country to country has no major visible difference between males and females, and they are often known to have a lot of intersex people between them. Most of them mark if they are male, female or intersex through earrings.

Rexens walk on the front of their feet like an animal and most of them has big and strong tails. Only the northern version got shorter, weaker and more stumpy tails. Females, despite maybe having some visible difference will always be flat chested unlike the humans and beastmen. Rexens eyes are usually red, pink or purple but their Nordic counterparts may sport yellow and blues too.

Most cases they dress like their fellow humanoids in the different areas they live. They are able to breed with Humans and Elven, often resulting in the creation of a beastman. The Beastmen as a humanoid specie in itself is basically the evolutions of some of the first Rexen and human breeding and usually live as an independent humanoid specie today, though the mixing still happens and is more pure than the actual beastmen.

Variants:

Frayciën:

The Frayciën variant has exchanged the scales for fur and are thinner and less muscle strong than their fellow Rexens from around the world. They are also between those with major visible difference between male and female. The males have bigger horns, ears, and teeth. In winter, their fur becomes extra thick. Height wise they are usually 1-2 heads taller than humans, but in some cases, they may be on height with the humans.

In early days of the Frayciën culture where they were seen upon as gods and are still to this day highly regarded as the protectors of the land.

They mainly live of plants and vegetables from underground which they split apart with their big teeth by dragging it down over.

Qutetish:

There used to live a Qutetish variant of the Rexens until a few hundred years ago where the humans and Elven of Qutetish began killing Rexens, beastmen and nomads. It is said there still live some and their genetics may occasionally show up around the world, but since they are officially written as extinct does very little know and hold on to the knowledge about how they look.

Donchatish:

Donchase lays right below Fracië and therefore do they share common traits, though the Donchatish version has scales on their backs and generally smaller ears and horns. They do have fur on rest of their body, but usually in a thinner layer there in the winter usually becomes thick around the head, neck and their main body to keep in heat.

Both males and females are often seen with shorter haircuts though, but their difference comes in the female having smaller ears, horns and teeth. The female even has more pointy ears than their male counterpart and are usually of a more stable and thicker built. Just like those from Frayciën are they only around a head taller than humans, and often seen to be human height too.

They live mainly of plants, berries and underground vegetables like their fellows from Fraycië, but also include meat in their diet in form of rodents and birds.

Kanakarian:

The Kanakarian version seem to have gone fully extinct all by itself. No one is really sure if there has been one for the area in itself, but the usual Rexens to live around here seems to be of either Paskarian or Ardelian origin.

Shuirinian:

The Shuirinian Rexens doesn’t only have teeth pointing upwards but so called also some pointing downwards. They usually have medium sized horns pointing inwards and slimmer eyes. It is said the slim eyes happened due to the rainforests – this means in terms of avoiding getting insects and plants in the eyes as they would run and move around on their hunts. Despite this they are often seen living of smaller animals like fish, rodents, birds and small deer like creatures.

Builtwise are they sportier in their muscle-built and stand around 2-3 heads taller than the humans. Blue earrings indicate female, green for intersex and red for males.

Raeyerian:

The Raeyerians are big, dark and scaly. Despite the maybe scary looks are they known to be a kind people – towards everyone else but themselves. Some will be chosen out as kids to be the sexual toys for the pack and get marked with two earrings in either black, gold or silver in one of their ears. At times they may choose out a human, beastman or elven even if their lust is too great to control.

It is best said to not stay overnight in a Rexen town in Raeyeria due to them becoming beasts at night while being super friendly at day.

The stand with a heavy muscle built and a giant strong tail and are good 3 heads taller than the humans there is around. Their food source is usually rodents, smaller fox-like creatures, insects, snakes and local amphibians.

Gold earrings means male, silver earrings means female and lack of earrings means intersex.

Ardelian:

The ardelian variant is around 2 heads taller than humans, has small horns pointing upward and big floppy ears. They are built just as strong as the Raeyerian variant but is less sexual and has smaller teeth. They appear to be slightly more dump than many of the other variants and are still despite the evolutions in the world – quite primitive. A few though has made it into the human society.

The humans mostly just let them live in their own small villages and take care of themselves.

They have medium sized tails, though strong. Their scales are rather small though. They live of farming – this includes cows, pigs and sheep are included in their diet.

Here the size of the earrings plays a part in telling the gender. Big earrings means male, medium for intersex and small means female.

Dotish:

Being much lighter in color and their scales being blue has something to do with their food. Their food is primarily the local fish which contains lots of minerals, some which has changed the pigment of these scaly Rexens. It has turned their scales blue while their non-scaled parts are in light skin color. Their teeth are primarily small though and they have small upwards horns on their forehead.

They are strongly built and has long, strong though slim tails. They are only the size of humans though.

Their earrings have symbols. Cross for female, line for male and lower circle + cross for intersex. They are skeptical of humans and elven and prefer to live away from them but has adopted the human technologies.

Vitian:

The vitian variant is another furrier variant of Rexen, being placed along Fraycië and Donchase. Their horns are curlier and more uncontrollable, not growing in same rates nor same way, resulting in them having two different horns nearly. Their ears are floppy and hanging and they usually have longer hair. They have small scales on their back and has a shorter tail, though not so much fur on it.

They mainly live off fish from the rivers and sea, but also includes fruits and vegetables in their diet when fish can’t be caught. Unlike most other Rexen they care the least about gender and doesn’t even matter showing it off for everyone to know.

The Vitian variant is incredible smart but prefer to be alone and far away from other humanoids. They are often found to be the singular farmers outside of villages and their numbers are falling due to them wanting to be alone.

Noshurilien:

The Noshurilien variant of Rexens is unlike its north-western neighbors not of a slim and sporty built but now leaning over in the bigger muscular built. They are mostly scaly on most of their bodies but are bare on the front where they have extreme volume of chest and stomach fur hair.

They have medium sized horns going in a bit of a half moon shape. Their tales are medium length and slim as it’s made more to keep balance than to be of some help to lift things.

The earrings placement plays in on gender here. On the tip we got males, in the middle is intersex and close to the head is females.

The Noshurilien variant lives equally to any other humanoids but are often found in industries requiring bigger muscles like building, timberwork and guarding.

Paskarian:

The Paskarian variant is an outlier for the Nordic Rexens, as it’s lighter of skin and has purple scales and darker purple hair. Their horns are made more as a defense circle around their heads. Unlike their fellow Rexens do they have an overbite instead of an underbite as well. They have a long and strong tail suitable for their big and strong bodies as they stand 3 heads taller than the humans. They use fur hats to warm their head most of the year as their bodies are made for warmer areas (from the days Paskaria used to be warmed up by the sea). Human structure took a lot of the warmth away over the years.

The number of rings in the earrings plays a part in gender telling. One ring means male, two means intersex and three means females.

The Paskarian variant lives in the mountains, hunted away from human villages. They are small in numbers and only seem to become smaller and smaller in their numbers.

Dacharen:

The Dacharen variant is very dark both in skin and scales. They even have scales on their head. Standing 2 head taller than humans, can they look intimidating, but overall are a kind people. They even cut off their horns to appear more friendly. Females and males have same face structure, but only males get facial hair. Their eyes are incredible dark, and they tend to live of the local wildlife like horses, oxes and goats.

They have long and strong tails to match their big and strong bodies, but they are more athletic built than their neighbors.

The Dacharen variant lives equally to other humanoids.

Meizen:

The Meizen variant is sporty built and has long and pointy ears. Their horns leans back, and they have weird pupils which is said to come from the fact that Meiss is very svampy. They also have dark purple They have small teeth and live off smaller creatures like rodents and birds but also live of local plants, berries, and vegetables.

Their earrings goes the same as the Ardelian variant. Small ones are females, medium is intersex and big ones are males.

The Meizen variant lives a more luxury life and are seen as the better “man” in the community. The humans often offer gifts and helpful services for the Rexens of the Meizen variant.

Beizenian:

The Beizenian variant is very much like their neighbors. Lighter skin with blue scales and purple hair. Their teeth are bigger, though round and used to split fruits and vegetables apart.

They are only slightly taller than humans but are very muscular built and has long and strong tails.

The earrings are made to say filled out = male. Hole = female. Hole and earring in it = intersex.

They aren’t looked greatly upon and are actually hunted by humans as a form for trophy – this means winning over someone bigger and stronger than you. Many tries to flee to the mainland but some of these smugglers sell them out.

[nocturneprinciple]

My brainpower is low at the moment so....... have some headcanons about Nagendra.

Under a read more because it will probably be pretty long and may have some slight spoilers for book 3. (Just in case.)

- Despite the fact that Nagendra is nearly polar opposite to the theming of Octavinelle given that he’s from the arid part of the desert, he still would consider himself to be a perfect fit in the dorm. From his perspective, a large part of Octavinelle are merpeople who, much like him, probably have had very little contact with humans prior to coming to school. He, like merpeople, has different biology than humans, and many species of them are carnivorous like he is. There’s less of a concern that if they were to find out he was a Naga that they would freak out. There’s also the fact that Naga have an affinity for water (though not usually to the point of being submerged in it all the time), so even if he can’t stand the chill of the dorm, he still does enjoy the aesthetic, if nothing else.

- His room in Octavinelle is a room specifically designed for non-aquatic beings so that he can sleep in peace without having to worry about the water impacting his skin. His room is, however, designed with a human or beastman student in mind, and not-so-much a Naga, so sleeping quarters can be a little cramped when he is fully relaxed and not keeping up magic to appear human.

- Pets and Beastmen often get a strange vibe from him because he still very much smells like a cobra. Lucius has hissed at him more than once and refuses to come close to him. Despite the fact that he’s pretty adept at picking up beast languages, most animals won’t listen to him regardless because he triggers instincts to steer clear of him. 

- He had to learn that when he is in his human form that you cannot swallow eggs whole the way you can when you’re a snake. It went about as well as you can imagine it did.

- He has a lisp.

- On a similar note to the first point: Nagendra often finds himself confused by human biology. Humans taste things with their tongues? Not Nagendra. They have 24 ribs? Not Nagendra. They can hear high frequencies? Not Nagendra.

- He is venomous however generally speaking, it's not dangerous to be bitten by him. He can choose to release the venom or it could be a “dry bite” like all venomous snakes can. He could if he needed to, though nothing short of him being in a life threatening situation would make him do it.

- He is in the family of black desert cobras, and does not have a hood whatsoever. His tail is a deep black in color, though unlike other black desert cobras, his scales are iridescent, similar to some cousin breeds of snake. The biological reason is that the coat actually helps to repel water and dirt, since Naga largely live in caves.

- He can swim, though is a lot more clumsy about it in his human form than he is in his snake form.