Another time i draw emotional artwork instead of sus

That wolf is maugrim from the chronicles of narnia
Ruveil is my oc
Also my writing of ruveil sounds like a wattpad fanfic made by some 14 year old girl 🥲 especially the part where she has a wolf transformation
Storiee :3
"In the quiet expanse of the cosmos, amidst the celestial ballet of stars, there existed a hidden world unknown to earthly eyes. Upon this distant orb, Ruveil emerged, a solitary girl born of two races, the Avinians with their fair hair and technological acumen, and the Anthriax, whose diversity of forms bore resemblances to the fauna of distant Earth.



But despite her origins among these alien kin, Ruveil's heart was cast aside, disregarded like a forgotten relic. She possessed a gift, the art of magic, a secret well of power that beckoned her to explore the farthest reaches of existence. She yearned to summon forth a world beyond, a world to which she could escape, where her arcane talents would be honored.

Yet her yearning turned to dread as her homeworld was gripped by an ominous tide. Genocide, like a merciless tempest, swept across her people, leaving devastation in its wake. Hidden in a closet, she trembled, watching shadows dance on the wall, whispering of doom. A foe, an Anthriax bearer of the grim title "genocider," sought her out, and in a heartbeat, a searing pain marked her gut as a gunshot rang out. She fell, her life seeping away in the darkness.

But then, an unexpected respite greeted her senses. Snowflakes fell gently around her as she stood in a serene forest, an enigmatic tranquility enveloping her. Astonished, she sought her wound, only to find the pain gone, the wound vanished. Confusion etched lines upon her brow as she cautiously surveyed her surroundings.

A presence lingered, like a shadow with intent. Fear surged within her, driving her to flee, her feet carrying her through the wood. And then, within the snowy glade, a figure emerged, a vision ethereal and yet tangible. Jadis, the White Witch, stood before her, an enigma of power and purpose.

In that moment, life's tapestry was woven anew. Jadis's eyes, ice-blue and timeless, bore into Ruveil's soul, sensing her otherworldly origins. Death did not greet her because Jadis saw beyond mere flesh; she perceived potential, a raw magic waiting to be honed.

As stars watched from above, Ruveil's destiny pivoted. A plea escaped her lips, a plea for help in defending her people from the Anthriax genociders. Jadis, a monarch steeped in mystery, held dominion over this realm, and Ruveil was at her mercy.

The White Witch sensed the potential within Ruveil, a spark that, when kindled, could set the heavens ablaze. Thus, she chose not to snuff it out; instead, she extended her hand, offering not just safety but mastery of magic itself.

Ruveil, the forgotten one, began to grasp her potential, her power evolving in Jadis's tutelage. The mystique of this realm amplified her magic, and her prowess grew, crafting ripples of change in the fabric of Narnia.

As time ebbed like the tides, Ruveil's devotion to her new path deepened. Jadis wove her into the fabric of Narnia, a strand of fate that promised ascension to the throne. Ruveil embraced her newfound place, and with the wolves as her companions, she danced under the moonlit skies. Maugrim, most loyal of them all, saw in her a kindred spirit, an ally in a world that had once forsaken her."


Also it's NOT a ship!!!!