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Bastet Tattoo by LadyFafnear
Bastet Tattoo
When I find a tattoo artist I can trust, I plan to try and get this done as a Tattoo.
Smile, Monster by LadyFafnear
Smile, Monster
"I'm just a monster to them! Something to be feared!"
"Come now, they just don't see your potential, Hoho!"
"You're the only one who sees me as something more..."
"You know, you're so much prettier when you smile. Dry those tears, and we'll go show those fools who the real monster is. AHhahahahaah!"

Joker: DC Comics
???: Mine.
Mature Content Filter is On
(Contains: violence/gore)
It was the middle of summer when the fire sparked in the barn. Could have been caused by anything really, and the fire marshal said it was natural causes, but I don't think so. This fire started quickly late at night, and burned the barn to near ashes before the fire department even got to my property to help douse the flame.

Despite what they told me, I knew better, I kept better care of my property and wiring than that. It must have been middle of the night by the time the firemen got in their trucks and left, letting me know that the police would be by tomorrow to take a statement about what happened. Standing there alone I got to look at this rubble and decided to pick through it, see if there was anything worth salvaging in this soaked, smoldering mess.

I must have spent an hour looking through what once was my barn. The charred bodies of most of my animals were all that seemed recognizable. Giving up the search I started to leave the mess and head back up to my home, though I didn't get far. I heard what I could only describe as scratching, like a blade against stone. Pausing I listened closely, and between the soft cracking of embers and the drips of water I heard the noise again and again.

Looking back through the barn, I followed the noises as they came, pausing only when they did. They led me to a small trap door I had never seen before in my life, I could only figure it was covered up by the previous owner because there was no more use for it. Crouching by the door I listened again and sure enough that scratching noise was coming from inside.

Quickly, I looked for something to help open that door, the remains of a shoeing hammer would do, and got to work opening the door. Surprisingly it opened quickly. Tossing the hammer part aside I peered into the dark hole before me. Nothing, but, those scratches sounded again. Picking up a piece of wood that wasn't horribly soaked, and finding a strong ember I made up a make shift torch to better see as I entered this abandoned cellar.

After hitting the bottom of the cellar, I was immediately hit with a strong smell of metal. Overpowering almost, I had to stop and and blink a few times. Getting my wits about me, I moved forward. Could this have been an old mine? I wish it had been. I would have rather paid the permit fines to have this hole rather than come across what I did.

Ahead of me, in the darkness I saw shapes, hardly recognizable in the light I had. But, as I got closer, I saw. Bodies, four, five. Maybe more. Mangled messes of people littered the floor before me. All of them torn open along their middles and missing what had to be every organ they had.

Blood covered the floor as if all of these were fresh bodies. Scared by what I saw and feeling sick at the sight of it, I rushed back the way I came, slammed the door shut, vomited, and ran back to my house across the field.

I don't know what compelled me to not tell the officer who came over the next day about what I had saw. I don't even know what compelled me to go out after they left and check the barn again. There was just something I needed to see for myself, to try and convince myself that I didn't see what I saw.

When I got back out to the remains of my barn, I hesitated to go further, but I needed to know. Stomping through the rubble, I retraced my steps back to the area that door was. To my surprise however, there was nothing there. Door was gone, hole missing. Could I have imagined the whole thing? Breathed in to much Carbon Dioxide and hallucinated the whole thing. Having a little laugh at my overactive imagination I headed back to my house to start the days work. Had to get back to work rebuilding a barn and getting a hold of replacement animals.

Walking up to my home I notice a slip of paper on the floor by my door. Something the police left? Picking it up I look it over. "I see you," is all it says. I flip it over to see if there is anything else, but no, that's it. "I see you." Figuring it was something the officers left on accident, I crumple up the paper and throw it away. I had better things to do besides worry about some prank the officers were investigating.

Over the next couple of days things went on like they usually did. I did my work, tended my farm, worked on building a new barn, even had time to go out and party with some friends for their birthday. I hadn't even considered what happened in the barn that night. All in all, everything was just how I expected life to be. It had been about a week since the barn burned down, and I was turning in for the night after a long day.

However, something just didn't feel right. I felt, watched. Getting up from my bed I checked my house. I don't know why to be honest, but I felt I had to. After going through each room I returned to my bedroom and went to lay down. Just as I was about to get into bed, I noticed something outside. Two dim red lights just glowing out in my field. Walking over to my window, I peer out into the darkness to try and get a better look, but, after about five minutes, they disappeared. Despite my confusion I knew I needed to sleep, and went back to bed.

This feeling went on for days. Always feeling like I was being watched, like someone was following me around even though I was alone. Every night those dim red lights appeared outside in my fields, and each nightI got less and less sleep. I was basically going about my days on autopilot. Days turned into weeks of this. I even went so far as to go to the doctor and get some medication to help me sleep at the very least. They worked for a few days, but that was it before I was back to being up all night.

It had probably been three weeks since it started, my life had gone to shambles, parts of my field were being ignored. The barn I had started was left half finished. My friends had even noticed that I was turning into a shell of myself. They even offered to help me out come the next day, and being as  tired as I was I could only agree to their help.

Trudging into my home, I tiredly kick off my shoes and wander as if mindless into my kitchen. Had I not needed to sit down to eat, I probably would have never seen the deep messy scratches in my table, and I certainly wouldn't have read it. Right there, gouged into the table, were the words 'I hear your heart-beat'. I moved away from that table so fast it toppled over, spilling what I had made all over. I didn't bother to investigate further, I just went up to my room and laid in bed, trying to ignore those dim lights outside my window.

The next day, as promised, my friends showed up bright and early, though I was a mess when I greeted them. I didn't even bother to invite them in, knowing full well I had not cleaned up the mess from the night before. I just grabbed a few things and we set off to get more of the barn done. They were good to me, worked hard to make up for my lack of energy. They even let me sit down and close my eyes for a while. It was the first time in a month I had felt safe enough to close my eyes, let alone sleep, so it was no surprise that when I opened my eyes again it was dark outside.

At first I was confused, then, upset. How could my friends just let me sleep through the day? And how could they forget to wake me up when they left? Getting up from where I sat, I grabbed a flashlight I had brought along just in case we worked into the night and made my way out of the barn.

Since I had heard no sounds of my friends working or talking I had assumed they left for home. But exiting out of the newly put up door I was surprised to see their cars still parked up near my house, however, none of my lights were on. Confused by this, I flashed my light around the fields looking for signs of them.

The only thing I noticed was a person sized part in my unkept fields leading away from the barn and house and off into the woods. I don't know what caused me to follow this, and I wish I never had decided to.

Following the field I eventually came to the treeline that was the edge of my property. Looking down there were marks in the dirt, something obviously went through here. With flashlight in hand I went on, occasionally calling out the names of my friends but getting no response. It wasn't for another ten or so minutes before I got some response to my calls, if only it had been one of them calling back. No. It was that scratching again.

Those long, drawn out scratches against stone. And again, for whatever reason, I decided to follow those noises. It was all I had to go on. And soon came across a familiar sight. Before me, just like that first night, was that old trap door, just out here in the wilds with no rhyme or reason. Against better judgement reached out and opened that door, this time not needing any tools to pry it open.

Flipping open the door and gazing into that all consuming darkness should have caused me to head for the hills. I almost did too, but something caught my ear.

"Help help!"

It was the voice of my friend, and he sounded hurt. Without thinking about it I went down into that darkness, calling for my friend and keeping my grip on that flashlight. I felt like I had been walking forward forever, the tunnel just going on and on and the darkness never easing up. It wasn't until I started to think about this darkness that I began to get that feeling again. I was being watched. Something in this darkness was watching me, and I knew it.

About that time I finally reached something. My shoe made a different noise than the sole to rock floor it had been. What was below was wet and goopy, and the smell of metal reached my nose. Pointing my flashlight down I saw it, blood, covering the floor just like before. Steeling my nerves I slowly pointed the flashlight up and ahead of me only to discover a horror. My friends, dead, mangled, and missing all of their organs. There was something else though, a sound unlike before. It was a wet, sloppy, crunching sound just beyond my flashlights glow.

Lifting the flashlight just a bit more the face of my last friend came into view, and something else. Bone, but not his, and it was moving! Stepping forward the beam of light  focused on whatever it was brought the thing into view. Hunched over my friends body was a large skeletal thing, and yet, not completely human in shape. On each of its vertebra were long spikes, and those eyes! The red glow I recognized as the lights that plagued me!

I must have made a noise looking on this thing because it slowly looked up at me. In its mouth, for lack of a better word, were the guts of my friend, chewed on and dangling from its teeth.

It turned toward me and stood up to its full height, and it was then I got to finally see the thing in its entirety. It really was just a skeleton, but filling its rib cage was a large, beating heart, and it was covered in the guts it had "eaten" from my friends.

Extending its arms out toward the side of the tunnel it scratched at the rock, its hands no longer hands just large blade-like things capable of all kinds of horrible things. The sound of the scratching was harsh on my ears. The creature stopped his long scratch we looked at each other for a moment. It could have been eternity for all I could tell staring into those red eyes.

Without so much as a warning the thing lunged my way and without so much as a thought my body took off the other way. The only thing I could hear was the beat of my heart, the hitting of bone feet on stone, and that scratching along the walls as we ran. And I ran, ran and never looked back.

I didn't even stop to close the door to that hell tunnel when I finally broke free of it. I just kept going until I get home, and even then I wanted to keep going. I barely got the door locked in my hysteria. All that night I listened to that thing running its bone blades along the wood of my house.

It has been three months since that night. My windows are now boarded up. My doors can't even be used as doors anymore since I have sealed them. My fields are overgrown and any animals I had are probably dead. I get all of my food and other things by delivery and it gets pushed in through a small hatch door in one wall. I dare not leave my house, it'll get me if I do.

I sit here a shell of a person, typing this to you, warning you. Do not go through the door in the ground. Do not follow the sound of scratching on stone. Do not. If you do, it'll come for you too, and it won't stop. I hear it now, outside, running its blades over the wood of my house. It's only a matter of time.
The Slicer
This was something I wrote for someone some months ago. They came up with the idea and I just... wrote.
Uploaded for your enjoyment.

I've since lost the name of the person I worked with on this, so I apologize for the lack of credit for the idea.
A Judges Dream by LadyFafnear
A Judges Dream
Pushing myself and did a picture with four of my OC ponies in one go. Also trying to push myself with angles and stuff.

Side note, Dream Chasers magic is visually grey/silver. Kind of gets lost here I'm afraid.
Also, I just wrote this as I sit here posting, enjoy!

Dr. Jekyll had told his friend Faust that should they ever let the one known as Hyde to escape that Faust should find a pony called Cleotrotra. She was a pony in great wealth, but she had something more important to the cause Jekyll and Faust pursued. She was... lets call it "friends" with a pony called Weighted Heart, who, for the most part, had a talent for finding those with guilt and sin on their souls. He would be able to track the rampant Hyde.

Running off as soon as he could, the young Faust made his way to the biggest house in the city, and, after making a large racket, was let inside by some servant ponies. However, barging into the chambers of the lady of the house proved an ineffective way to get things done. Upon laying eyes on the simple looking brown pony, Weighted Heart groaned and put a hoof to his head.
"I see...."
He said faintly, before collapsing to the floor. Quickly Cleotrotra sprang from her bed and pushed Faust out, calling to her maids to find the dream pony.

Some time passed, Weighted Heart lay alone in the room while Cleo paced before the door, worried for her "friend". As she did, a new pony entered, one of a dark coat and mane that seemed to shift like sand. She said not a word and went into the room, standing over the sleeping pony and gave him only a quick look. Closing her eyes she focused her magic and dove into his dreams, projecting them into the room for all to see. From the door Cleo and Faust watched, and what they saw horrified them. Poor Faust, being hunted by Weighted Heart, being judged, and sentenced to a horrible fate.

Dream Chaser turned and looked at the other two, a calm expression on her face.
"He will come for you eventually Faust. It is his nature to after the crimes you've committed. You may only get this one favor from them."
And with that she left, leaving them to their devices, what came next was none of her concern.

Dream Chaser, Cleotrotra, Weighted Heart: Me
Faust Pony: Me
Faust: To the Faustian legend.
MLP:FiM: Hasbro
A Murder to Hyde by LadyFafnear
A Murder to Hyde
When the one known as Mr. Hyde goes for a walk, you had better stay out of his way... What's this? Oh no! Seems this little tart decided to cross the street in front of him! To bad that is the last thing she'll ever do.

Jekyll: "Hyde no!"
Hyde" Hahahahah! Foolish whore of a girl! Out of my way!"

MLP:FIM: Hasbro
Jekyll/Hyde: Robert Louis Stevenson
This design: Mine
Taken from :icongmyuna:

LadyFafnears Note: If you want me to do one of these for another of my characters, just ask ~.^

Character MEME
a) Use as many characters as you please.
b) If you're a big freak about staying in character, I'd recommend that YOU answer. Not your character/s because, let's face it, not all characters would spill their beans.
c) You don't have to tag anyone, but it's highly expected.
d) Don't worry too much about grammar--this is development. Not an English test.

Section 1: The Basics

1a. What is your character's full name?
Fafnear Blackhorn

1b. Was it their parents that named them that? If not, who?
No, it was a wizard who gave me my first name, the other came from a local clan

1c.Is there a special meaning behind the name?
It comes from the name Fafnir.

2a. How old are they now?
I'm not sure myself. But I think somewhere around two hundred.

2b. When were they born?
In the summer, but the wizard never celebrated any 'birthdays' so I'm not sure.

2c.Where were they born?
A forest. Kind of vague, but I've never been able to find it again.

3a. What's their race? Human, vampire, furry? Hybrid of some sort?
Dragon. But more specifically, a 'European' Black.

4a. Where do they stand on the social pyramid? (e.i.: Royalty, middle class, living in poverty, etc.)
Not quite royalty, but I;m well known in the dragon community.

Section 2: Lifestyle

1a. Do they have a job/occupation? What is it?
Not really. But I'm a known healer, as well as a fierce magic wielder.

1b. What motivates them to keep doing this job?
It's all I can do. I don't like to fight, and keeping a hoard is too bothersome. Plus it's just what the wizard taught me to do.

1c. What job would they rather have?
Perhaps to be a little more normal, like a regular dragon.

2a. What are their religious views?
I don't hold to any one religion simply because I've met my share of gods and goddesses.

3a. What have they accomplished? When?
Many things. I've been through several wars and climbed (rather unwillingly) into a popular dragoness.

4a. Are they apart of any organizations?
No, I'm more of a loner then people believe.

5a. What do they do in their free time?
Sleep usually. But when not sleeping I'll take walks or go for a mid-day glide.

Section 3: Psychology

1a. Describe their basic personality.
Quite and I tend to keep to myself. But other then that I'm fairly happy and see to get along with a lot of races outside her own. I'm extremely friendly and always willing to give people a chance. Of course, I do have a bad side, and although it would take a whole lot to get there, it is not a side you wish to be on.

2a. What part of their personality really stands out? If any part?
My friendliness.

3a. How do they view life? Are they an optimist? Pessimist? Realist? Idealist?
A mix of all of them. I know how the world works, and how things will turn out more likely then not. But I also believe that if someone works hard enough they can change that.

4a. When it comes to making a tough decision, do they rely on thought or feeling? Faith or fact?
Mostly thought, but the occasional feeling has saved my hide a few times.

5a. Do they have a sense of humor?
Yes. I have a full sense of humor and enjoy all range of jokes.

6a. What motivates them to keep moving?
The happiness of the people and creatures I help.

7a. What do they desire from life?
Just to live in peace. I'm tired of bitter people hurting others and hunting me.

8a. What are they afraid of?
Honestly, I'm afraid of my own death.

9a. Are they superstitious about anything?
Not really superstitious, but I'm aware of how to do things right so bad doesn't return to me.

10a. What secrets do they keep, if any?
I keep many secrets.

10b. How well are these secrets kept?
Very well. Only I and the ones who told me know them.

Section 3: Mental Abilities

1a. What can/cannot they do mentally? (e.i. IQ, certain school subjects, mental/emotional health)
I'm mentally capable of many things, as demonstrated by my ability to use magic. I can read and write in many languages as well as speak them. As for my emotions, I'm in control of them, although I wish to express them more freely from time to time.

1b. What are they strongest at?
Magic, healing, and my natural dragon abilities.

1c. What are they weakest at?
Interacting with other dragons.

2a. What do they like to do?
I enjoy visiting old friends, walking and talking with them. But in times of war, I enjoy healing more then fighting. I also enjoy flying on warm breezes.

3a. What do they hate to do?

4a. Were they educated?
I was educated in my much younger years by a wizard, but once he left I learned many things from all kinds of creatures and races.

4b. If so, did they enjoy it?
I enjoyed the teachings I received. Everything they taught me made me a better person... um... Dragon.

4c. For how long?
For a long time. I'm still learning things, but the hard studying lasted fifty years.

Section 4: History

1a. Did they have a good childhood? A bad one?
Since my parents were killed before I hatched I never knew them, so my life raised by the wizard was good to me and I grew to like it very much.

1b. What do they remember the most about it?
The hard work learning the magic he was passing on. But mostly I remember the kind moments he showed me, which were rare.

2a. What were/are their teen years like?
Full of learning and fighting. Many wars happened in my youth, but I got through them and I learned something every-time.

3a. What have they had to struggle to accomplish?
Staying alive.

4a. What do they regret the most, if anything?
Not getting to know other dragons as well as I know any other race.

5a. How did they end up on their current path? Was it their choice?
The death of my parents and being found by the wizard is what put me on my path. It wasn't chosen, but I enjoy it.

6a. Did anything serious happen that changed them forever?
The meeting with Geon changed many things, helped me get to know dragons a little better.

Section 5: Family

1a. Who are their parents?
I didn't know my real parents, they were killed by dragonslayers. So the Wizard was my only family.

1b. What are their parents' races?
I assume they were black dragons. But the wizard was a human... or so I assume as thats the only form he ever showed me.

1c. Are they still alive?
Dragons no, and I assume the wizard is... hard to say.

2a. Do/did they have any siblings? How many?
No siblings. The gryphons got to the other eggs before the wizard came to my rescue.

2b. Are they still alive?

3a. Where did the family originate?
Some part of Europe. But no one knows where the Wizard came from.

3b. How has it changed from the last generation to the current?
My parents I assume were regular dragons, but I became a magic using 'diplomat'. So that would be the change.

Section 6: Relationships

1a. What do other people think of them?
Friendly and easy to get along with.

2a. What is their sexual orientation?

3a. Are they involved with anyone romantically? Who?
Not really. I admit I might have had a crush on Geon, but it wasn't meant to be. He ended up disappearing.

3b. What do they like/love about this person? What do they dislike/hate?
I don't have a 'type'. I haven't been interested in any other dragon for many many long human years.

4a. Do they have a best friend? Who?
A Gryphon named Cicro.

4b. Why are they best friends?
A strange twist of fate. I saved her life and took her under my wing as a student. But were still friends.

4b. Any other friends?
A dragonling named Liz, a half gryphon named Tobis, and a shape-shifter named Crytuf.

5a. Do they hate anybody/does anybody hate them?
I don't 'hate' anyone, but there are many who hate me.

Section 7: Extra

1a. Is there anything else important that you have to share about this character?
Nothing really. I pretty much told you everything about me already. But if you have a question, just send a message and ask.
  • Listening to: Nothing
  • Reading: The Da Vinci Code
  • Watching: TV
  • Playing: Pokemon SoulSilver
  • Eating: nothing
  • Drinking: Soda


United States
Current Residence: Going crazy in the back of my mind. Want to join me?
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Metal, Classical. Kind of all over the place.
Favourite style of art: Line art, but I dont really have a favorite, I like all art.
MP3 player of choice: iPod?
Wallpaper of choice: Squall or Auron... Or pretty things.
Skin of choice: My skin. It keeps me alive.
Favourite cartoon character: Let see... Today I think I'll go with Akabane.
Personal Quote: I can rip out your throat and still look cute and fluffy doing it.

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Drimr Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Ahh, and thanks for the watch~! :heart:
Drimr Featured By Owner Apr 25, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for faving my Urahara painting! :meow:
LadyFafnear Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2014
You are most welcome, it's amazing work.
wolfanita Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2014   General Artist
Thank you for the watch! :highfive:
LadyFafnear Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2014
You're most welcome!
TixieLix Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
LadyFafnear Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2014
You are very welcome. Beautiful piece.
SailorSun18 Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2014  Student Digital Artist
Happy Birthday !! :iconcakeplz:
LadyFafnear Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2014
Thank you very much!
SailorSun18 Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2014  Student Digital Artist
You are very welcome!
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