Click or press space to go to the next slide. Hrm . . . I honestly really don't like the head on this entry, but I sort of like the pose . . . Ok, no, I lied the pose on the reference looked good enough, but the way I drew it is just . . . bleh. Okokok . . . but backstory time for a better chance! I'm pretty drained right now for no reason in particular, but I may as well write it. Once upon a time, Daybreak'd been important. She'd been the daughter of the Queen, and so pretty much worshipped by all. Of course, the Queen wasn't a perfect one, but everyone has their flaws. Then came the assassination. It'd been a hot day and an even hotter night, and as Daybreak lay in her overly-fluffy bed, she couldn't help but thing something was off. It was so . . . silent. A feeling of loneliness, of loss, permeated the still air. Finally, near the crack of dawn, as the sun was rising over the foothills of the palace and throwing gorgeous rays of gold outward, Daybreak shook her head and climbed out of bed, taking care to remain silent, using her wings to fly gently over the floor as not make a sound. She crept into her mother, the Queen's, room and screamed. The Queen was lying on the floor, body curled around something glistening, her white and gold wings spread apart, her eyes closed. Wisps of smoke hissed from beneath her paws. Daybreak knew right away her mother was dead.
(Cont.) She did not call the guards. After being raised by her dictator mother, she knew that she should be independent. Instead, Daybreak hurled her body at the window, trying hard to ignore her mother's body, splayed on the rich carpet. She shoved herself out out of the resulting hole, not caring about the shards of glass that cut into her flesh that dripped blood. Grief panged through her whole being, silent tears dripping down her face from bloodshot eyes. She flew, the shards of glass falling to the ground, catching the light and flipping in the air like stolen stars. "Goodbye, Mother," she thought as she soared away from the crime scene. "You were a queen, but I am not fit to be one. I hope I will do better than you did."
