Melistr

It's disappointing to see my work being discredited like this especially many fantasy designs naturally share common elements. While my piece may share general themes (with others like being its a cat with cape) the execution, details, and design choices are entirely my own. My character features a distinct cloak with a golden insignia (As I mentioned in my story) a richer color palette, and refined elements that set it apart. Differences i see here as Cape~ My Pixel Art has a thicker, more textured cloak with a golden insignia. The referenced images have simpler, uniform capes with no visible insignia and they have a sword as Clothing ~ My Pixel Art wears a brown tunic with dark pants, while the reference designs u re showing mainly have lighter or more muted tones. The belt in my pixel art is more detailed with a prominent buckle whereas in the references it is either absent or very minimal. as Facial Features and Body ~ My pixel art has a softer, more rounded face, giving a distinct appearance. The reference images have sharper, more geometric features with more minimalistic expressions. (my cat doesnt have any sharp, triangle long ears) My cat doesnt have any tail as in the image. as Legwear~ My Pixel Art has detailed boots with clear segmentation unlike the simple legwear in the references. (Even the boot shape and the model of the boot are not the same) . . I did my pixel art in an app called Pixel Studio. There re even some steps while i was doing it. As you can see from the attached screenshot. ~~~ Thanks

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Shadowfang Ranger Once a devoted scout of the Sentinels, the Shadowfang Ranger belonged to an elite reconnaissance unit responsible for safeguarding the mystical borders between Melvendil and the cursed lands of the Forsaken. Trained in the ancient ways of the Firstborn, they mastered the arts of stealth, tracking, and unraveling the hidden movements of the Legion. Their cloak, woven from Moonshade Silk and enhanced with rare Emerald Weave, allows them to blend seamlessly into the deep forests of Ayvondil, unseen by all but the most attuned beings. The golden insignia, once a proud emblem of their Silver Guard heritage, now remains as a relic of a shattered past. Betrayed during a covert mission, abandoned by their kin, the ranger faded into obscurity, choosing solitude over servitude. Now, the Shadowfang Ranger walks the unseen paths, an enigma in the ever-shifting conflicts of Arinar. Neither bound by the Sentinels nor loyal to the Legion, they follow the whispers of fate, restoring balance where it falters. Some claim they are a guardian spirit of the wild, watching over the forgotten trails and lost relics of an ancient war. Others fear their presence, believing them to be an omen of impending change. The wars of Arinar endure, yet the Shadowfang Ranger remains untethered—an echo in the wind, a fleeting shadow under the moon’s gaze. To the Sentinels, he is a deserter. To the Legion, an unpredictable force. To the wanderers of Arinar, he is legend. "You do not find the Shadowfang. The Shadowfang finds you." Front: Back: 25x45 px 25x45px ~~~~~~~~~~ 400x720px (16x) 400x720px (16x)

This could only happen in Arinar during New Year’s. The air was filled with excitement as the elves of Ayvondil prepared for the grand celebration that marked the end of one year and the beginning of another. The streets were adorned with colorful lights, and the sound of laughter and music echoed through the city. In the heart of Ayvondil, a young warrior named Mels stood at the edge of the bustling marketplace, her eyes shining with anticipation. She had come to the city to join in the festivities and enjoy a break from her usual adventures in the world of Warspear Online. As Mels made her way through the crowded streets, she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of little elves running around, their faces painted with joy. The aroma of festive treats filled the air, tempting her to stop and taste delicious food that lined the stalls. Just as Mels was about to sample a sweet pastry, a sudden commotion caught her attention. A group of mischievous goblins had snuck into the marketplace, causing chaos wherever they went. The town’s people tried to chase them away, but the goblins were too quick and elusive. Seeing the confusion, Mels sprang into action. Drawing her sword, she leaped forward and confronted the goblins with a fierce determination. With skillful strikes and strategic moves, she managed to outsmart the creatures and drive them out of the marketplace. The town’s people cheered as Mels emerged victorious, her heroism earning her their admiration. Grateful for her bravery, the elves of Ayvondil invited Mels to join them in their New Year’s Eve celebration. As the clock struck midnight, fireworks lit up the sky, painting it with vibrant colors that danced in the darkness. Mels stood among her new friends, her heart full of warmth and happiness. In that moment, she realized that the bonds forged in times of need were the true treasures of the season. With a contented smile, Mels raised her cup and toasted to the coming year, full of hope and promise. “Happy New Year!” she exclaimed, her voice joining the chorus of well-wishes that filled the air. And so in the land of Arinar, amidst the joy and camaraderie of the New Year’s celebration, Mels found a sense of belonging and purpose, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she would always have friends by her side to face them together.

Happy 16th Anniversary!