I created this to fulfill one of my internet aliases while trying out a different art style than normal. Since I was just experimenting I didn't really want to take the time to do arms or a full body, but from what I did do, I'm quite proud and would love some critiques to help make it even better.
Sorry, guys. This past week or so my family has been down to visit after I left them to escape some toxic relationships. I haven't had the energy to respond to anything, but soon enough they'll return to the depths of hell they claim as their own and I'll be back to normal. Sorry for any...
Everyone, I haven't been responding due to a visit from some demons of my past and the lack of energy to post while dealing with them. Once they leave and everything balances again I'll have the energy to get this kicked up and moving again.
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The lights in his eyes dulled again as he stood at the end of his line and watched her move away. His chains hadn't been moved and so he was trapped down... The chains tugged as she moved farther away. Slowly, he started to walk after her before he caught up in a...
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Even though she stumbled to get the right words, even though she read slowly with an inexperienced eye, the gods had heard her and Hiraeth could feel the tug of his collar as it took shape to more closely match Norene's ownership. Rather than sharp spikes and...
•† HIRAETH †•
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There was a darkly excited gleam to his eyes as he stood and moved closer to her. He stopped at the end of his chain and looked down to the book pointedly. He seemed to be unaware of how uncomfortable she was around him through the thrill of knowing he'd see true...
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He licked his fingers off before he took the wine bottle and opened it with one quick jerk. He drank from the bottle to clear the taste of blood and bone from his tongue before he looked to her once more, still purring with pleasure. He seemed genuinely pleased...
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His hands strained against the chains to pull the brown paper parcel from her. He backed up several feet in a couple of fluid backwards strides before he was sitting down to tear it open. He didn't respond to any of her words at first. At this point he was used to...
•† HIRAETH †•
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He growled a bit impatiently as he listened to her sifting through everything that wasn't his food. Cruel human joke of a wasted lifeforce! He began to pace the circle he had memorized of where he could go while she idled through the miniature storehouse.
"I can't...
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"I didn't pick the look, just the age. Genetics play just as much a part in my human appearance as they do my draconic one," He frowned, but the moment she stood and scrambled up the stairs the joy re-entered his gaze and he stood once more.
"Just the brown...
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It worked! Her face was red, blush spreading across her cheeks in the light of the sun that dazzled him and brought the mindnumbing frustration back into his shoulders. Even after her question, he could hardly move or speak from the tightness in his jaw, but at...
•† HIRAETH †•
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His breath hitched as she threatened him, coming to a stop with his hands held up for mercy. He slowly lowered himself to his knees and he aged before her eyes to a young adult man. His eyes held hers and his chest heaved with likely panicked breaths.
"Okay, okay...
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It was difficult to keep his eyes from following the book with a sudden feral gleam. She had not brought anything down but the book and there was little else to draw his attention away from it until he managed to catch sight of the light of sun across her ebony...
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He heard her enter the estate long before the front door had opened. Closed eyes and even breathing memorized the sound of the car engine that brought her there, the sound of her footsteps above, the rate of her breathing and the slight alterations of her...
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She was a little old lady that sat in the same outside table at the same diner alone every night. She always had the same turkey and avacado sandwich, a small plastic water cup, and finished it off with lemon meringue pie. She was a simple woman...
Naileen was hot on his heels as she bolted after him, calling out his name as she tried to grab at his hand. Of course, her grip slipped through his hand again and again. Curse being a spirit! Just when she needed to stop him most, she couldn't even grab for his hand!
"Thaddeus! Thaddeus stop!"...
References aside, I want to talk about a particular trope that seems to be popular in the fantasy genre especially surrounding Knights of the Round Table-esque settings: the dragon beneath the dungeon that plays wise seer to the hero- or in some cases villain.
I have had the idea recently that...