Painting fun = Nauilp + story

 

The resin figure I decided to feature is from Loot-Studio’s January 2021’s Orconspiracy pack.

The figure is from the heroes section. Natasha Blaine (Human Bard). I have bardic characters; however, they are all elven. Which would not work. So, I decided what if… What if my character Gryffe Wynterwind had a daughter with my friend’s character Tangi.

And thus, Nauilp Wynterwind was born! She did not follow in her parents’ footsteps. Instead, she followed her own path. But of course, her father insisted she learn some weaponry.

Since she is a character, I made up on the fly, I really do not have any written pieces with her. So, I decided to use a piece with her parents.

Please forgive any grammatical errors and such... I revamped this piece too. I do have another piece featuring her father...

Gryffe thumped the back of his hand against his captain’s tent. “Red, I’m coming in,” he announced before brushing the flap aside. “We have a bi’ of a problem…”

He spotted her seated before the map table. Her elbow propped on the scarred wood. Tussled crimson hair framed her rectangular face. Across from her sat a pony-sized wolf, his front paw mimicking the captain.

Tangi turned distracted teal-green eyes his way. She tapped her fingertips on the map’s surface.

Gryffe hated to interrupt her, especially when Tangi worked on their battle strategies. But his news may hinder their job. Or possibly their employment.

He rubbed the leather patch across his one eye. “Our employer’s nephew paid us a visi’ today.”

She let loose a beleaguered sigh but waited for the rest of the report. A rumbling growl came from her wolfen pet.

Gryffe knew this next part would upset her the most. “And he proposi’ioned the wrong woman.”

Tangi thunked her head on the table and groaned. He distinctively heard her mutter Bremusa’s name.

Gryffe’s body reacted to her response. He inwardly cursed and struggled to control his breathing, only to inhale her scent.

“Ih’,” his voice turned raspy. He coughed before starting anew. “Ih’ took Ignatius, Sterenn, and myself to restrain Bremusa. She nearly castra’ed the male.”

For a wee woman, she knew the right spots to hit a man. His hip and shin took the brunt of her displeasure. Gryffe omitted that part from his report.

“I gave Sterenn permission to knock her ou’.” He mentally thanked the Anthe that his voice steadied. “I figured she would excuse Sterenn.”

Tangi lifted her head only to rest it on her arm. She showed her approval with a wry smirk. “Where is she now?”

Gryffe motioned in the direction of their cartographer’s tent. “She’s in Leisil’s ten’.” Leisil was the only male in The Pack Bremusa tolerated.

“And our unwanted guest?” Resignation flitted over her pretty features.

Gryffe wanted to kiss those pinch lines away. He shook his head to banish the thought. “In Circe’s expert care. He’s fortunate tha’ we tackled Bremusa before she could enac’ her threa’.”

Tangi pushed her body up from the table. She turned to the rust-brown wolf companion. “New orders Kry, I need you to help Leisil babysit Bremusa. You have my permission to use whatever force you deem necessary.” She gave a sardonic shrug. “She can burn off her rage at tomorrow’s battle.”

Kry’s lips parted in a simile of a smile. He made a yapping sound and jumped to his feet. His dark green eyes met Gryffe’s in passing.

Gryffe narrowed his good eye in question. He could never shake the feeling that the damn beast laughed at him. That stare felt too humanoid. “Red? Why do I always feel like he’s laughing a’ me?