It’s been a While since I tried to animate anything, but here’s a messily colored animation of Kenna...or Cuezaltzin, possibly.

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It’s been a While since I tried to animate anything, but here’s a messily colored animation of Kenna...or Cuezaltzin, possibly.
Day of wrath and doom impending. David's word with Sibyl's blending, Heaven and earth in ashes ending.
I’m done with NaNoWriMo, and that means I can go back to working on the Children of Light books! Anyway, here’s an older Kenna-Cuezaltzin (17-18?) at full power. Fun to draw her without trying to worry about child proportions.
I watched a few episodes of Neon Genesis Evangelion today and then I really wanted to draw Kenna and Cuezaltzin,
“Fire-bringer, fire-bleeder,” he says with a smile, tasting the smell of burning in the air around them. A score of eyes blink at him and somewhere a mouth smiles with fangs as white as pearls. “I have been waiting for you to realize that destruction is not all that you are, Cuezaltzin.”
Kenna is here, says the spirit. And so is Cuezaltzin. We are one. You may call us the Phoenix, the fire that clears the grassland and kindles seeds to life, as we were always meant to be.
I’d like to thank everyone who’s ever put up a fake anime screenshot tutorial on deviantart,,
Two Steps From Hell: Star Sky
They are the Phoenix, the fire-bleeder, fire-bringer, renewer of worlds, all rot-black ribs and sharp teeth and light the color of the setting sun, hot as a newborn star. “It’s time for us to save the world,” Kenna shouts over the wailing of the wind, and she smiles a smile as fierce and reckless as the wind along the sea. “Go!”
And the Phoenix does what the Phoenix does.
The Phoenix burns.
She slinks through the air like a thing made of shadows, with something ancient in the slant of her golden eyes and the runes burning on the backs of her hands. Lava-molten, a dark strange thing with ash in the curve of her ribs.
Oh, she does not belong here, with rubies gleaming softly at her throat and ribbons in her flaming hair- she belongs in the embers of a burning world, spinning fire and darkness with the tips of her child's fingers.
Mask of Xiuhtecuhtli (Turquoise lord, Old god of fire, Lord of volcanoes; the personification of life after death), 1325-1521 CE, Aztec-Mixtec, Mexico.