Re: JR’s Characters

[JR19759]

Indeed. We’ve all had days like that Scatman

I’m now just going through my deviantart gallery looking for old stuff to upload.
1: Background art (including my entry for the 100th character design contest)
Dawn

Dusk

2: Demon Girl & The Wolf Hunter (Image and short story)

“Are you coming Sam?” Asked Tracy. Her friend shook her head, causing her glasses to slide down her nose.
“Not tonight, I’ve got a lot of work to do for Professor Rueben’s lecture tomorrow.”
“Your loss.” Tracy said cheerfully, wink as her friend turned and hurried off back to the main college building. Tracy shook her head as she turned to her companion.
“I don’t get her,” She said wearily. “Professor Rueben’s work doesn’t have to be in for another week. She was just lying to get out of coming with us.”
“Can you blame her?” Azaria said, putting her books into her bag. “What we do isn’t for everyone. It’s dangerous and she obviously doesn’t want to be a part of it, she just helps you because she doesn’t want you to get hurt.”
Tracy smiled as they set off towards Azaria’s house.
“I know that,” She said, looking around. It was nearly sunset and the wind was picking up, blowing the leaves around. “She could have just said that.”
“She probably didn’t want to offend you,” Azaria said as they reached the front door. “You know what Sam is like. She cares how everyone feels.”
“I suppose,” Tracy said as the front door slid open, to reveal Azaria’s mother, standing in the thresh hold.
“Oh, Tracy. Hello. I wasn’t expecting you to be coming.”
“Hi Minerva.” Tracy smiled and gave the old woman a hug. She liked Mrs. Thomas. She was very like her daughter, kind, friendly and dependable. She also made awesome cookies.
“I assume you girls are going out tonight.” Mrs. Thomas shouted after them as the two girls shot up stairs. “Considering what night it is.”
“You got that right mum,” Azaria grinned down from over the bannister. Mrs. Thomas shook her head.
“You girls,” She sighed. “I’ve just baked a new batch of cookies. Shall I pack some in a rucksack for you to take.”
“Yes please,” Tracy squelled from Azaria’s room. Azaria smiled at her mother and winked. Mrs. Thomas shook her head again and walked back to the kitchen.

“So,” Tracy said as she dumped her bag on the bed. “What are we looking at here.”
Azaria picked up a rolled up map of the town and laid it out on her desk.
“Well, we have a summoning over here at midnight,” She said pointing to the woods to the north of the town. “And we have a rogue wolfman living in the woods to the east of that, so we need to find him.”
“Sounds fun,” Tracy said as she emptied her bag. She could feel the fur starting to prick through her skin. The sun was dipping below the horizon outside the window and she could see the moon starting to poke above the horizon. Her guns and numerous vials tumbled out onto Azaria’s bed. She grabbed the syringe from the side pocket and drew a green liquid from one of the vials. She winced as the needle pierced her skin, allowing the wolfsbane to flow into her veins and around her system. She breathed a sigh of relief as she felt her muscles relax. When she looked up she saw that Azaria was looking at her in an odd way. She looked down and saw claw marks in the wood of the bed where she had been holding.
“Oh my god,” Tracy exclaimed. “Az I’m so sorry.”
“It’s alright,” the other girl said calmly, covering the claw marks with the bed sheets. “I’d rather have scratches on my bed than a werewolf in my room.”
Tracy smiled gingerly. The sun was completely gone now. She would never let it get this close usually, but the excitement had distracted her.
Azaria had obviously noticed her friends expression, because she placed a comforting arm around her shoulder.
“Don’t look like that, you’ll ruin all the fun,” She teased. Tracy looked up and gave her a smile.
“Like I’d do that to you,” She replied, sticking her tongue out. “Now, are you going to get changed?”
Azaria winked and removed her shirt, revealing a black leotard. As she removed her jeans she saw a definite red tint to her skin. She smiled as the warm changes of her transformation flooded her body with different sensations. She could feel her wing bones rip from her arms and the horns pierce through her forehead, extending until they where at least half a foot tall. Her spine cracked as it elongated and rearranged, the tail sliding through the hole that Azaria had cut in the bottom of the leotard. Her ears picked as they stretched and elongated. None of the changes hurt anymore, not like her first time. Then it was agony, now it just felt natural.
Tracy smiled at the demon standing in front of her.
“You ready?” She asked. The demon grinned, showing her long fangs.
“Oh, I’m ready.” Azaria’s voice was much lower and more gravelly, but it was still recognizable as her. Tracy smiled and they both shot through the door and into the landing. Azaria leapt down the stairs, using her wings to glide to the ground, whilst Tracy slid down the bannister, holstering her guns.
“We’re going out now mum,” Azaraia shouted towards the lounge.
“Ok dear. The cookies are in the bag by the door.”
Azaria grinned as Tracy quickly scooped up the bag and opened the front door, quickly checking to see if no-one was around, before flinging the door open. Azaraia shot into the air, giggling. She would never get bored of this.
“Let’s go hunt.”

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