#surina amrinkarrec

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Hunted [Surina]

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Surina kept coming back to one word since arriving in the Imperium: hunted. Hunted by memories of her father's cruelty, expecting him to step around a corner with a sneer and strike her down with his stentorian tones. Hunted by the scathing looks of the living and present. Now, hunted by possibility. She marched and hiked over snowy hills like she could escape it. 

In the past, she had dismissed Val’s idea of Thava's duplicity outright and firmly wrung it out of her mind until no drops remained. Thava hadn't been involved. That was that.

After brushing up against admitting it was possible, it locked eyes on her and stalked her. Her anger grew from fear and helplessness. She was terrified, blind and shaky with it—she wanted to retreat under the safety of her anger. Her brain recycled the same question, over and over, exhausting itself: What do I do if she was? What do I do if she was? 

She knew, realistically, that she wasn’t alone. She had family. She had Valcyis, the party, and all those waiting for her in Nyx. She fought for the life she had today, and it wouldn’t go up in smoke if her sister wasn't who Surina thought she was.

But it still felt like it would. Rationality had nothing on her fear or the uncertainty that followed. She didn’t know what she would do. She had never allowed herself to wonder. Thava, if her parents were truly dead, was the only other Amrinkarrec. If Thava had been involved in the plot to exile her, it was even more barbaric she had invited Surina home; it didn’t make sense.

Valcyis’ blood blotted the palms of her gloves like rose petals; she rubbed at them absently. She had thought, like before, she would unflinchingly defend her sister. She couldn't pinpoint her exact change, only that it had happened.

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Injustice

Just when Zephrine thought she had closure in regards to her parents, she was dragged into their world once more. This time, though, it was different. It wasn’t simply a shocking revelation. This time, it had nearly cost her life, and worse, it had nearly cost the lives of her mother and friends as well.

Surina in particular had fared the worst of it. Not only had she been brought into the conflict with the Divining Eye, but she had been their other target, and they had nearly killed her.

As soon as she broke off with her mother, Zephrine made a point of checking on her friend. She was relieved to find that while she tended to Keriah, Lazuli had comforted Surina, and Surina hadn't been left alone. When Lazuli left Surina’s side, Zephrine took her place without hesitation.

"Hey, Suri-" Zephrine’s sentence halted into silence once she noticed that Surina had been crying. Her heart sank. She paused, taking her in, and she tried to think of what to say. She cleared her throat.

"Okay. So, first of all," was all she managed to say before closing the space between them, punctuating her sentence with a tight embrace. Words disappeared into the breeze as Zephrine let the gesture speak in her stead. She hugged Surina tightly, with all her might, refusing to let go so long as her friend allowed it. Zephrine shoved her face into Surina’s chest, lamenting that she'd nearly lost her so soon and hoping she could convey even a fraction of the vast array of swirling emotions within her. Surina was family, and Surina deserved better. Zephrine hoped the hug said as much.

When Zephrine finally pulled away, there were tears in her eyes which she made no effort to hide, but there was something else amongst the love, the grief and relief.

Wisps of green fire flickering from her nostrils as she exhaled, but the fire that burned in her eyes flared with a far more powerful intensity. This whole situation was wrong. It was wrong that her mother was taken, wrong that her friends were hurt, wrong that the seemingly good- if misguided- people of the Divining Eye had nearly died, and most importantly at the moment, wrong that Surina had nearly died, again. Wrong that she was hurt, physically and mentally, all for the deeds of their parents- the Lorenthals and the Amrinkarrecs- decades ago, and the stupid visions they brought on.

"No offense, Suri,” she seethed, looking out into the darkness of the night, “but I fucking hate your parents. You deserve so much better. You’re a good person, and you deserve better than to nearly die because of their bullshit."

If she could have thrown something that would have been even vaguely impressive, she would have, but Surina interjected, giving the small huff of a laugh characteristic of someone who was actually quite miserable. "It is funny," She said, clearly not finding the situation funny, "I am always paying the price for things other people have done, never for anything I actually did."

Something twinged in Zephrine’s chest, a cocktail of grief and love, morphed and formed into anger. For someone so physically imposing, Surina looked incredibly vulnerable as she spoke. It was an honor that Zephrine was allowed to see it, but it hurt to see her in such pain. It was wrong that she kept getting hurt by others.

“It’s an injustice,” Zephrine snarled.

“It is,” Surina agreed, matter-of-factly.

Surprise flickered across Zephrine’s features, a blink that alleviated the rage. In the past when she brought up how Surina deserved better, the fellow dragonborn had bitterly dismissed it, insisting that the universe didn’t care about what she deserved. As awful as their current situation was, Surina actually admitting, even subtly, that she did in fact deserve more from life brought a small bit of light into what was otherwise such a grim affair.

It left Zephrine unsure of what to say. For the moment, it felt there was nothing else to say, and so she let the silent agreement surround them, turning her gaze towards the darkened sky. She stood in solidarity with the woman she regarded as a sister, noting the stars peeking between the thick rainclouds. Today had been wrong, the past unjust, but tomorrow would be righteous, so long as they had each other.

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the face and stature of a woman at pride just to make sure her friends don’t get themselves into trouble

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tfw your childhood friend and most of the party gets possessed by ghosts and you have to fight them all

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I’m not surprised that the thing that got me to draw surina more was sapphic content & I have no excuse

anyway these two finally ended up together in-game & I was pre-emptively drawing myself some feel good stuff

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surina died in our lvl 10 mid-campaign boss fight, wanted to draw the scar she got from it ofc

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first digital art of 2020!! I’m overjoyed to see everyone making lady witchers and jumping into the witcher fandom cuz of the show

so here’s surina as a witcher, school of bear. since she was partially inspired by witchers it felt like too good to pass up drawing her as one

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an outfit update for surina and a base for me to use if I wanna make more!

her fur is draped more over her back than her chest now, kind of symbolizes her opening up 😌 the skull piece is like the young ahamkara gloves from destiny, but turned into a dire bear

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dusting off some almost-done-but-not-quite wips of 2019, here's surina lifting up an automaton she one v one'd before throwing into a trench

being a bear barb like (lifts everything up in a rage)

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when in doubt, charts

these are less ‘these characters inspired me to make mine’ and more ‘they helped influence and inspire me as I was fleshing them out after coming up with their initial concept’

except koda. koda was just ‘what if I made kermit’ and then came into his own

cihro’s weird because he’s an enigma I’ve had for far too long and I have no idea what his inspiration was, only what fictional characters he resembles cuz I’ve had him since before zootopia came out 

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gives surina a dire bear skull, never draws it

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mad dragon doesn’t know how to talk to people

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if you hug surina it’s required you smush your face in all her bear fur 

with @bioticplaneswalker‘s siren bard, encore 

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been missing pixel art a bit, here’s an updated cihro with his cloak

and a surina (finally)  

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I don’t draw surina enough rip

all my characters are getting look upgrades at the same time, I'm here for it

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Did you have any inspirations behind the concept for Surina? She’s awesome :)

thank you!! for her conception, no. I made her b/c I was like “I want a dragonborn barbarian and I want her to be silver and it’d be cool if she knew (x) character.” but as I began to flesh her out, I did take some inspiration from geralt from the witcher series for her mercenary life, scars, and some of the contracts she’s taken! personality-wise, and this is more accidental, she shares his dry sense of humour and a sort of cold/apathetic exterior but has a deep sense of loyalty and protectiveness at her core. she’s Tired and she would rather solve problems without violence but will finish anything someone starts with her

I also use his default hairstyle for her human self and I’ve used some of his armour as reference for previous or alternate looks for her

as I’ve played her more, I realized she had a lot in common with kratos from god of war 4 as well, especially wrt vulnerability and trying to instill the knowledge to others that her rage is a weapon but only when in control of it. so I may have tossed in a “boy” at one point when talking to a child lmao

thank you for the ask!!