Ander Sylphon Sandstorm

So yesterday when I was backing up files onto flashdrives, I got into reading a few of the installments in my folder of short stories. After so long away from them, you barely have any notion that it happened to be you who wrote down the words in that particular place... I got lost in these character's worlds. Then I realized that the main characters of all three stories I read were avian-y birdly types. And I felt like sketching them. So sketch I did. ^_^

Ander (story, 'Variexas')
Ander is a phoenix, and if any of you have been watching me for a REALLY REALLY long time, you might recognize him from this archaically ancient bit of scribblery: fav.me/d4biwu5 (I believe that to be my first depiction of him ever :3). He lives on a planet named Phoenica, which is rocky but larger than Earth and has super-hot Venus-like conditions (think like, 900 degrees F on average ). All its water is in the form of clouds, naturally, and the cloud-oceans are so thick and unlikely to part that from above, where the phoenixes like Ander live on the tops of giant continent-sized trees, the real surface of the planet cannot be seen. Below, there is a more proper, liquid sea... but of quicksilver/mercury, not water. Light barely penetrates down there, and sunlight being the life force of phoenixes, they are warned never, ever to fly below the clouds, as it would mean almost certain death. Oh, and Phoenica also orbits two binary suns, collectively named Variex. ^_^

Sylphon (story, 'Fake World')
I'm not sure what kind of bird Sylphy is... some kind of eagle, but beyond that I dunno. He lives on this planet, actually... but in a hypothetical, worst-case future where humans have polluted the world so badly that it's well beyond sustainability. All remaining life, depleted as it is, must exist exclusively in a sealed-off bubble of artificially-cleaned ecosystem, closed off from the ecological nightmare that shrouds the rest of the planet in brown, smoggy skies, glue-like oily oceans, and enough old garbage to make bare land a rare encounter. Even the remaining life-forms in the sealed area have been artificially modified to live in ignorance of the fact that their world is only an illusion of wholesome nature... but not Sylphon. He can tell that something's not right. Most call him crazy, and sometimes he's afraid that they're right... but it's only a matter of time before he uncovers the truth.

Sandstorm (story, 'Flight of the Griffpokes')
...Well, okay, Sandstorm isn't ALL bird. She's a gryphon, and thus just as much cat. But still, she's avian enough. I don't know what her world is called... I do know, however, that it's incredibly Earth-like, and bears humans, gryphons (clearly), hippogriffs, dragons, castles, steampunky nations capable of creating many types of mechanisms including living ones, a movement bent on taking over the world (or at least a large country), and a community of half-cowboy-half-knight-in-shining-armor people who ride around on gryphons and call themselves the 'Griffpokes'. Sandstorm herself is one of the smallest types of gryphon, the pygmy gryphon (aka 'alley gryphon' xP), and is part of a set of fourteen gryphonlings who were given special powers. That's all I'm gonna say for now.

I have so many stories how am I ever going to tell them all before I run out of longevity... ._.

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