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.:: Now We are free ::.

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Another update! Getting better so far. Figuring out what to do for a tail is tricky but there is an unlimited supply of hawk + eagle photos to study. Definitely need to sharpen the second wing a little but I’m happy with this so far!

Had to reupload due to SAI making a portion transparent lmao

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Semper Invicta-3, “Little Bird”

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Warlord “Storm Ruler” Wing-6

a.k.a. Big Sexy

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The Yawning Grave - Lord Huron

Oh you fool, there are rules, I am coming for you. You can run but you can’t be saved. Darkness brings evil things, oh the reckoning begins. You have opened the yawning grave.

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A wip of Si-3 I’m going to continue after a few rounds of D2

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Airborne

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Spook!

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     Every time I start feeling down, like I’ll never be the artist I’ve always wished I could be, I look back at the art @exoamalgam drew for me, the role plays we had, and the friendship we forged. Maundy inspires me and I feel that drive to start sketching my characters again or simply to doodle for hours even if I don’t keep what I’ve drawn.

     It’s nice logging into this account and re-reading everything, browsing my blog, and smiling about all of this. I will practice and practice, draw things for friends, and I won’t give up. Even if I’m in the hospital, you bet your sweet ass I’ll be drawing on napkins or whatever the nurses say I can have.

    I’m going to return to this blog and start posting my art, as well as role playing here. I was not condemned by my diagnosis, I was given the chance to truly appreciate life as I face my mortality. Things I didn’t appreciate before, subtle or not, mean a lot to me now, more so than ever.

     If you’d like to plot, chat, or whatever my IMs are open and my Disco.rd is Cayde Sa-inpu#7154

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Stop My Muse Sentence Starters

“No!”

“Stop!”

“Stop it!”

“What are you doing?”

“Hey!”

“Hey, you!”

“You!”

“You there!”

“Stop right there.”

“You stop right there.”

“Halt!”

“Hold up!”

“Hold up now!”

“Hold up! What?”

“Wait, what?”

“What?”

“Wait!”

“Hold it!”

“Hold it right there!”

“Please wait!”

“Freeze!”

“Don’t move!”

“Where are you going?”

“Where are we going?”

“Are you thinking about running?”

“Stay!”

“You stay.”

“You’re staying!”

“We’re staying!”

“Don’t.”

“Don’t do it.”

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Invincible

Fenrir belongs to @maunderfiend - Si belongs to me.

(I might try shading my next go around with this piece. Gotta practice that a lot more though. lol)

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takenxxx:

When Ethan-XX was told that they needed his assistance on Titan, at first he was quite confused on why. But then once his Ghost received the information about the mission, it all made sense. The Taken forces and him had an history - a captured for a few long years history. The Warlock has been hunting down the forces whenever there was a siting, normally on Io or the EDZ. But this was the first time in awhile he’s been on Titan.

Part of him was highly concern of doing this. He was pretty sure the Taken wanted him back - if their mindless broken minds could think that. At least, maybe their commanding officer who took over after the King was killed did.

But that wasn’t important. What was important was he had a partner for this, thank the Light. And from what he told it was a fellow Exo which was even better. Ethan gave a slow wave in farewell to Soloan before he stumbled outside toward the transmat zone, tilting his head slowly once he saw the other guardian. His Kingshell Ghost with a jaggered claw mark floated next to him as he went over his weapons of choice. A handcanon, a sword and fusion rifle. His left hand, covered from the fingers to his shoulder of Taken energy and space goo, gripped a bit tighter onto his Handcannon as he walked upwards.

“You Argon?” He questioned, his voice permantly raspy from those years on the Dreadnaught.

Standing around waiting never bothered the quiet striker Titan. He would occasionally greet a passing fire team or guardian on their way out into the rigs or review the details of his mission. It wasn’t all that complicated really; get in, grab whatever Hive runic things they could find, disrupt any and all rituals in the area, then return to base. Easy right?

Hearing the inquiry, and his name, Argon turned around and nearly jumped out of his own hard plating. Thankfully his helmet masked the startled look plastered to his face because he was not expecting the glowing, dripping sight before him. Taken? They had been Taken? Traveler above he didn’t think that was possible with how the Light safeguarded its vessel. Now he was even more worried about being on Titan and he hadn’t even glanced out into its vast electrified ocean.

“Uhh...” His voice crackled slightly as he fiddled with his hands. He didn’t want to seem rude or offend but damn had he been startled something fierce! “Yeah, I’m Argon Seven. Um... The roster didn’t state my partner’s name but I’m guessing that’s you?”

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exoamalgam:

“Is that a challenge?”

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Mint green optics watched from atop the bed as he propped himself up onto his elbows. He had expected to be the one in charge of their late night romp but it seemed his dance partner had other plans. As he issued the challenge, a grin plastered to his lips, and Elwood responded, his gaze widened as the package hit the bed and bounced with an audible thump. Stubby toes curl as he only has to slightly adjust his legs for the other male to fit damn near perfectly in between him.

“You bet I can.” He replied, lips parting as a canine poked out from beneath them. If he were entirely honest, Argon wasn’t exactly sure it would fit. He’s played around with various sizes before but this? This was a bit much and it made him somewhat nervous. Stomaching his nerves, he curled a leg around Elwood’s lower back and tugged him forward with a bit of force to antagonize him.

Argon’s armored hide shifts, thick plating moving as he curled forward more and pushed against the bed to bring his face closer to his fellow Exo’s. “Make me scream and I’ll owe you one big time. Anything you want. Think you can do that?” The usually quiet, gentle Titan could be wild when he wanted to and the gravel to his voice thickened.

A teasing kiss was placed upon the Warlock’s chin before he reclined once more upon both elbows. Each crack in his armor thrummed with soft green light and arc energy. “Let’s see what you’re made of.”

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Titan was one of the few places Argon wasn’t overly fond of visiting. Prior to, and after, his rescue from the jagged claws of the Hive, he had noticed that his aversion to the planet’s vast oceans was not just a simple distaste. It felt more lie an irrational fear that he could not explain. Even though he would prefer not to run operations on Titan, that is where he found himself now.

Apparently there were stray bits of intelligence suggesting that the Hive were trying to invoke the Taken. Guardians were making heavy pushes against their forces and uprooting their crusty encampments far quicker than expected. And so all hands were on deck, Argon’s included.

Thankfully, he’d have a partner in his smash and grab operation. Charging through the enemy alone was fine and all, but he liked having someone watch his back with the undead running around still pissed he had been ripped from their clutches.

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The Farm

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Skin on Skin

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exoamalgam

“Oh, inviting me into your home on a bet? Poor choice,” eyes half lidded, amused. “Give me permission and you might arrive home to find me on your bed. I’m more than capable of letting myself in so long as I have your blessing. Promise I wont break any windows or bust the lock.” 

He’d slip in like a ghost, will the hatches undone on a pane and slither in. Though his power was limited, he could certainly pop a hatch without ruining it, nor laying a single hand on it. 

“I’ll see you then,  puppy. Hope you don’t have any skeletons in your closet.”

Parting ways, it would be some time before they met again. With ease, the hunter had found his way through the city and into the suburbs, blending in with the darkness of the alley ways. Colored the way he was, Mordred was hard to spot at night, though the sunlight was a dead give away to him if he were in the nude. Luckily for him, dawn was some time off.

He’d made his way into the house, Anu’s smell overwhelming. He was all over everything, clearly he’d lived here for some time. Creeping to what he assumed was his room (judging by the scent), he crept in. It was simple, a large bed, side desks, earthly items.. Nothing wild, though the bed was a bit low to the ground. He crawled on top of it, stretching and rolling. The cold, freshness of the fabric was appealing to say the least. 

Mordred would pass his time making a mess of the neatly made bed, until he heard the sound of a door creak open.

“Never pass up an appetizing opportunity.” Now it was his turn to wink. “You have my permission. Try not to make a whole lot of noise. I have nosy neighbors..”

His departure was swift despite the lack of shoes and the danger of sharp things pricking his feet. Through the tunnels he went until exiting to the surface where it was a quick jaunt to the upscale business his client owned. The lights weren’t on but he knew how to get in; a key pad in the back and an elevator to the third floor.

Hours would pass as he finalized the contract, exchanged contact information, and departed. Catching a cab, the ride back took far less time than dealing with the stuffy salesman had. He tipped well and waved goodbye before stepping up onto the porch and finding the spare key. The door opened smoothly as he entered his home, entryway lights snapping on with the flip of a switch. A photograph came into view of his family: a mother, father, two beautiful daughters, and their handsome son.

Locking the door behind him, he left the memory that hung upon the wall with a quiet sigh. His first impulse was to head into the kitchen to sate his hunger, and yet, he didn’t feel like eating. It could wait as he needed to check for mischievous house guests. He prayed they hadn’t found his shrine in the guest room and was relieved to see the door still shut and the rest of the house undisturbed.

When he pushed the master bedroom door open it creaked with the lack of lubrication and decades of use. The list of things that needed to get done was long and the worn hinges were not a top priority. Pushing the slider up, the lights came on dimly to provide enough to spot the wiggling mass bunching up his blankets.

“Find any skeletons?”

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“I’ve experienced worse introductions,” Mordred smirked, looking pleased with himself, “I figured it’d go south one way or another, you wreak. It must be a Lycan thing, musk and all… You had to be something other than strictly mortal.”

Skin-walkers tended to smell just about as strong as the beasts they turned into, whether it was a wolf or a badger, it was unavoidable. To humans, at least, there was no difference, though a pet might scream and squeal if approached closely enough. Mordred, though? No scent, none at all, one of the strange features that came with what he was. Domestic vampires had their aromas, caused by the intermingling of human blood over thousands of years, but Elders had no perfume around them whatsoever. At least, externally.

Certainly his blood was overpowering, and by now the flow had stopped, leaving a sore welt on his wrist that was warm with inflammation. It’d take a few hours to heal over completely, he’d have to bare with the pain for now. Around him, iron and lavender, the first fragrance to cling to him.

“I’ll be here…. Probably, maybe, we’ll see. Depends on if the cops track the trail well enough, and decide to descend. Those are stolen goods after all.” Grinning.

“The ears don’t help. Not much I can do about them. I tell people they’re surgical.” Or a genetic defect of some kind. Most Humans settled with cosmetic and thought he was simply a strange fellow. If they continued to press, he’d say they got injured in some kind of sport and didn’t heal well. Whatever shut them up the quickest.

Again his nostrils flare as he breaths in the strong smells. Lavender was always his favorite coincidentally, mixed with the stench of blood it made his pulse race. If it were his wound, he’d of licked it clean and called it a day. The dull ache in his chest would remain much like the bruise for at least a week. Mordred might heal faster wouldn’t he?

“They usually don’t. I’ve not met a single officer willing to delve into the underground at night. They’ve heard the stories. I bet you some of them have seen them too.” Stepping away from Mordred, he walked up to an old map of the metro painted upon the wall. Most of it had either faded or flaked off but he could at least make out the way he needed to go.

Grunting, Anu straightened up his posture to appear more confident and gave the Elder one last smile. “If your nose is as good as you claim, you should have no trouble finding my humble home. Why not look for it?” A small two bedroom near the outskirts of the city was where he lived. It was comfortable for one man and a roommate. For a family of five, it had been a nightmare.

“Another wager. Find it before I return and you stay the night.”

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exoamalgam

“Clothes and rave lights can be deceiving, and I’m somewhat polite! Just because I sit in your lap doesn’t mean I’m gonna start bouncing on you-” sure, he’d pressed up against his back and could probably gauge ‘4 boobs wide’ for his shoulders, and perhaps if he paid enough attention he could judge his shoe size from his- never mind. 

Shaking his head, he handed the clothes over.

He might be flirtatious, using sexuality to his benefit, but he had some standards! Mordred was a careful listener, and the attention of his eyes was just as refined as his ears. Body language was something he excelled at, being a beast himself. He pushed the boundaries now and then, typically with men more than women, but he was thoughtful.

“Though I’ll make note, next time I turn you into a seat I’ll be sure to check how sturdy you are,” a wink, as if sealing a promise.

Not only did he have a level of social excellence, he also had a firm caliber on fashion. A black button-up shirt, design to be short at the elbow with a fake cuff (as he figured that would be the best way to show off the blood on Anu’s hands and arms), and rutted black jeans. The ‘old and worn’ fashion trend always amused him greatly, but in some cases it could look delightful if worn correctly.

Why, how considerate of him, he’d even stolen some briefs! Though they might be a bit tight, considering… Ah well, who didn’t love the accentuation of nylon around their package, right?

“Already planning on a second date?” He grinned, inspecting the clothing to ensure it wasn’t too large nor too small. Already blood was smearing on the fabric from his hands and whatever painted surface they managed to touch. At least they were black; the stains wouldn’t show too bad if he chose to keep them.

The flush on his cheeks never left as he slipped the briefs on and then the pair of pants. Without shoes he knew he’d have to come up with some sort of excuse. Explaining that the encounter began as a rather sexual one would work but did he really want to disclose that information? Might have too seeing as how nothing else readily popped into his mind. He wouldn’t be lying either so that was also somewhat of a plus.

As he buttoned up the shirt, his posture slouched slightly. The top two buttons were left wide open and arms held out as if asking how he looked. There was absolutely nothing left of the pair he had arrived in, though they would have accented his new attire well.

“As I said, I shouldn’t be long. If it takes more than four hours, assume there’s going to be a blood bath.” He paused for a moment, resisting the urge to reach out and place a hand upon Mordred’s shoulder. “Thank you. I apologize for being so rude and, well, trying to kill you.”