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The Dragon and the Princess.
Inspired by the scene of Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom, imitating the retro style of old gothic fantasy illustrations.
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Happy pride, Bathsheba supports you all…
I love that a common reaction one would have upon seeing Bathsheba is that she’s either a weird Vastayan or some kind of horrible experiment gone wrong.
Doesn’t matter what region! Or a demon.
Funnier still because Darkin are none of these things and she finds it kind of amusing when people assume this kinda thing.
Bats facts #89
I like my coffee I like my bugs. Giving me the energy to get through the day.
And I would hate to be interruted
haha aatrox has really depressing lore
xolaani (ascended/darkin) [concept art] "faceless god"
@perfect-fourth
Slinking from the darkness she had been prowling in, she finally came close, but not by a large amount. Enough to be in view, but not enough to give off any intentions that she would attack. She wasn’t a liar. She was in bad shape, having not eaten in some time, and her body was paying the price. She should be irritable, paranoid of falling to pieces, but today? Only exhaustion was felt.
“… You’re correct in that answers aren’t owed to me. Yet you answered anyways.” Tail flicked, large body shifting into a comfortable laying position as she listened closely to his brushstrokes. She was familiar with the sound, but blindness never gave her the ability the privilege of gazing upon what they created.
“… You remind me of someone I knew. Even ages later such thinking occurs, it seems.” A huff through her nose, she rested her head on the ground, “I cannot entirely disagree, however. At least you do not have to spend eternity in such a vicious cycle of isolation. You should be thankful for the inevitably of death.”
Then for some time, there is only silence. The smell wasn’t potent now, wind carrying it the opposite way from the two beings as they stay in a peaceful moment of time, despite how death sat close to the man nearby. Eventually, she spoke once more, head tilting towards him.
“Do you know of my kind, wujuh kathira? I won’t be surprised if you do not.”
Source: The Girl From the Other Side: Siúil, a Rún | Totsukuni no Shoujo | とつくにの少女
by Nagabe
I love the idea of Bathsheba skulking around the different layers of Zaun. Despite her size, she’s skilled at stealth and Zaun isn’t exactly terrible for a darkin. Sure she heals constantly due to the fog, possibly anyways. Chemtech weaponry can burn or melt parts of her, but shes much to resilient to be taken down by mere guns. Plus? It’s teeming with degenerates and scum to feast on. They aren’t tasty, but that’s okay. She does it to clean up the filth of the world, more than anything else.
Source: The Girl From the Other Side: Siúil, a Rún / Totsukuni no Shoujo とつくにの少女
by Nagabe
Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.
Sylvia Plath (via thoughtkick)
ferrumdaemonium:
“I cannot see, and my sense of smell has been able to detect… Things it would not detect otherwise, after I ascended. I suppose the curse has changed it too…” She mumbles the last part, seeming to talk to herself, lost in thought before brought back to attention by his speaking once more.
“Perhaps in Shurima it was called another name? I know not of your Dragon, I’m afraid. As for what I am, and why I give you a sense of unease… I’m unsurprised you do not know.” Ah, the erasure of history, a classic. Though perhaps for the best in many cases, even if it wasn’t completely erased. “I was human, then the sun disc gave me its blessing along with my brothers in arms… Only now I am Darkin, as they took to naming us. Shadows of our former selves, shackled away and cursed by not only ourselves but by those we protected.”
How could she blame them entirely? It was the aspects after all, who locked her and her kin away, even if humans were partly to blame. She sighed, more like a hoarse growl, a feeling of heat blooming in the air, coming from her as she did so before it dissipated.
“You are wise to do so, as respect is a valuable thing. Far more valuable, in my opinion, than even gold. Aside from connections, love for others and companionship. Though I no longer have any of these things, anymore.” Realizing she’d been rambling, she huffed out a breath, “I apologize. Not many stay to actually speak to me, though I am to assume you do not see as well? Perhaps that’s part of the reason you do not attack or flee.”
“You cannot see…” It might have been a question under normal circumstances, but the words sounded out in echo of the fact. Behind satin wraps, an eyebrow quirked at the information, though there were truly more complex things to digest in this conversation. If they could not see too, at the very least he felt more confident if things turned around. He steeled his posture, firm and judgemental.
“You are a cursed creature, tainted by something that you know, and I do not.” Even if that weren’t a charitable summary, he spoke on regardless, “Yet even so you speak on human regrets. You apologize to me, which is more than I can say for many things that stand before me.” He puzzled for a time, scratching at his bearded chin. In time, he shook his head, “So you have felt me, smelled me, and I have told you what it is you have felt. You have told me what you are in a civilized way. What now, then?”
He flourished a hand, if only out of habit, “If you wish to find peace, then we of the Shojin offer peace of our own. We only turn those away who cause a disruption to our halls, defile our sacred places, or who the Dragon would see annihilated in flame. On that, I decide. If you eat, we give food. If you drink, we give tea. If you sleep, then you may sleep. These are our ways…”
Her ways were complicated, this was true, and even among those who shared her curse she was considered an outlier. She was not like them, and she was practically an outcast not just to her own kind but to the very universe.
It was understandable if not regrettable.
“I’ve been blind since I was a little one, I’m afraid, so being blind is not new to me. Clearly you too, have had your sight taken from you, though I do not say this with with any... malice. Simply acknowledgment.” Bladed tail flicked at the tip, head tilting as she chuckled upon his last words, as if she’d be welcomed anywhere with people let alone what seemed to be a relatively peaceful monastery. It only seemed logical that he belong to one, or some sort of religion with the way he spoke, after all.
“Sorry, I do not laugh at your people nor your views, and I wish I could accept your... Kindness? I know that I would be unwelcome, however. I am not human, and I am not as pure of a being as one could consider me before... If you smell, if you listen, if you feel the air near me, all I am is a corrupted husk that is only capable of bringing tragedy. I do my best, to not cause any, however and only lay my blade on those that deserve it, even in this form,” There’s a tinge of remorse in her tone, but she shakes it aside, “I suppose you may leave if you’d like. But...”
She pauses, unsure if something like her could even ask for such a thing.
“I don’t mind the company. Perhaps that’s why my tongue has been so loose, though it’s not as if I have anything to lose, aside from being trapped once more.”