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https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=415891&tab=dragon&did=47841222 humanisation of one of my dragons. Relin  is resolute and direct, does not tolerate compromises. She sweeps away all obstacles without really understanding them.

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My fanart for a team))

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Strange family, love them

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Моя серия из двух работ на день святого валентина. Люблю этих котов)) My series of two paintings for Valentine’s day. Love these cats))

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Моя серия из двух работ на день святого валентина. Люблю этих котов)) My series of two paintings for Valentine's day. Love these cats))

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My fanart :)

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my old fanart for a comand

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Для команды WTF Yakuza 2017

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Happy New Year!

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I can’t not to draw him)) He is gorgeous

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Pitch portrait, 60 min, sketch

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My work in translation anime character in real life style portrait of Tsurara

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My work in translation anime character in real life style portrait of Zen

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Портрет Рикуо для команды Нуры2017 My work in translation anime character in real life style portrait of Rikuo Nura

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A Solavellan fansong. Just something short and simple. *Download*

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when I was a child sat upon my mother’s knee  by firelight she spoke of rights, and ancient history  and one phrase she repeated though I knew not what it meant  be safe, da’len, young lethallan,

may the dread wolf never catch your scent.  and as I grew I thought I knew the path my life would take  but when the dream broke open, only I was left awake  and then you took my hand and taught me how to turn the key  I held it, how was I to know,

I’d let the wolf catch wind of me?  I took up arms, I lead the charge, some called me prophet, blessed  and by my side you guided, wise and seemingly guileless  but the truth’s not always obvious, not written on the skin  sometimes to let the truth come out,

you have to let the dread come in.  you called me “ma vhenan” and showed me worlds I’d never known  lands of mists and memories, of faded sky and stone  then with words so soft and sad, you left me in that glen  and though you brought me low I know,

I’d let the dread wolf in again.  my love has vanished through the veil so now I’m stark and bare  at night I go to sleep and dream and hope he’ll meet me there  he wandered from the waking world, I know not where he went  but I’d be with my dread wolf now,

if I could only catch his scent.