☆Chair of Contents☆ - Art Dump - Design Notes - Lore click on either of the button - left is art dump right is amv (AMV BLOOD/DEATH WARNING) ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ ☆Art Dump☆ (fullscreen recommended) 1. Ref 2. Stickersheet - never done one before lol 3. Doodlesheet - I HAVENT DRAWN TRADITIONAL IN SO LONG 4. Headshot - first ever sketchy messy colouring thing 5. Anthro - first (2nd? iykyk) vector art i have done :D 6. Fullbody 7. Halfbody (scene?) (a bit of lore) 8. Fullbody scene (lore) ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ ☆Design Notes☆ - Haze having 1 horn is intentional. Explained in lore. - Fur from body slowly morphs into slippery fish scales at tail. - Haze's bowtie (reason why he has one in lore) gives him good luck, but very occasionally malfunctions and gives him really bad luck. ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ ☆Lore (amv)☆ TW: child abuse, drinking, murdering, violence Yeah atp I’m just writing off my own experience :skull: /hj Btw in this universe cats age the same as humans (there are no humans only cats) - Haze POV - I dodged another crappy book. Crappy book used for crappy throwing at my crappy head. Why is she mad this time what did I do- One of the books finally hit. Hard. On my skill. I don’t understand. Why is my mother angry this time? Well since I didn’t do anything (I think) maybe she’s just been drinking again. “You’re such a little runt.” Ah crap, she started to speak. It sounds slurred, definitely drinking. “Worthless. Too bad you’re the next heir to your father’s throne. The kingdom is so done for.” /Slam!/ Another book. It’s been like this since I was born, you see. So you can’t blame me when all that pent up anger and frustration built up and just... exploded, I was 12. Playing with my bowtie. It was ripped and shredded from years of... well you know. I only had one friend. Even though no one told anyone that I was from the palace, this damned one horn was basically a big arrow pointing at me saying, “Look, a rich kid! Must be spoilt and stubborn and dumb!” I don’t know why whatever deity up there decided one day that royalty should have one horn. Anyways, the friend I had was an accident. At least on my side. I never really talked to anyone, I was too busy playing with my bowtie (I love it, ok?). But he decided to try to befriend me. I don’t know how, when, where or why, but Pebble managed to get my trust issued, introverted butt to like him. I love him as a friend, but sometimes he doesn’t respect my personal space. One day, he was trying to get my attention by tapping me on the shoulder. Repeatedly. While I was trying to concentrate on this one math problem. ... I cut him with my sharp bowtie on his paw. STUPID IMPULSIVE DUMB THOUGHTS. I didn’t mean to do that! But my parents wouldn’t listen. My father just threw his cup at me and then my mother dragged me to my room to yell at me. I tried zoning it out. To cover it with thoughts. IHATEITIHATEITIHATEITLEAVEMETHEHELLALONE And then I just snapped. I threw my bowtie at her neck. My precious object she and father had ruined over the years, now ruining them. It slit right through. And suddenly I had a dead cat in front of me. I had to run. They would find out sooner or later. So that’s what I did. Ran into the forest. I was right. Father found out, and let’s just say furious is an understatement. I was suddenly up for a bounty at the age of 12. I was running when cats grabbed me. I freaked out, thinking it was guards. But, no, guards wouldn’t be dragging me deeper into the forest, and leaving me half conscious after knocking on my head with a mace. The second I was at their lair, I whipped off my bowtie and threw it. It went straight through a cat’s throat, giving me another dead thing to think about. So yeah, that’s the story of how I got hired as an assassin. At 12 :) And DIED. See, I was living a good life. My boss treated me well, I killed without guilt (mostly) and I survived But then I hit 16. And I got a bit careless during an assassination. I was supposed to kill one of my father’s advisors. Baldy turned his back, and I prepared to strike. An arrow shot me in the chest :D A guard saw me. I didn’t see them. And suddenly I was dead. If you want to know what I’m doing now, I work as a spirit guide for dead cats. Each time they die, I have to help them pay off debts and such, for example making someone a cake when they were at work as a ghost. Then they can find their way to the afterlife. Why am I not there? Because I killed so many people. But the judges thought my oh so tragic backstory meant I could redeem myself. Where do hardcore bad cats like my mother go? Hell? Nah. We don’t do that here. No one deserves literal, eternal hell, so no. They just... die. No chance at an afterlife or anything. Which is pretty scary if you ask me, though good for some. Sometimes I still think about Pebble though. Did he ever miss me? Or forgive me? Or even remember me? Am I the reason he might be suffering? If he dies anytime soon, I’ll be waiting.
