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Vampire Hunger and the Search for the Perfect Taste: A Dark Tale | The Fabled Wilds
Jerimiah Has A Snack - by Rebecca Higgins | The Fabled Wilds
As Grace battles the hunger that comes with her vampire curse, the line between survival and sadism blurs, leaving her to confront the consequences of her insatiable thirst. Written by Rebecca Higgins. Read time: 5 minutes.(770 words)
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Happy new year!! I did a cool picture of my boyfriend’s character, Flint for Christmas 💖 (Mostly coz I’m pretty broke rn and can’t get him something useful;;;;; ) Anywho yeah! I thought it would be rad if the end of the scope was glowing since he was looking through it with darkvision, and if Flint was casting Darkness. He uses it as his signature move before assassinating someone :3
"Such ingratitude after all the times I brought you back to life." Fugitive former member of the Royal Wizard Guard aiming his potion-enhanced, modified wand at a far target. I had a good response to my cowboy wizard penny art, which was based on an old Inktober piece I did. So I did a quick wind down drawing tonight while the kids played. Used a reference of #ClintEastwood from The Good The Bad and The Ugly. Color pencils and pen from @aaronbrothersstores Art District Freestyle line. #weirdwestern #fantasywestern #cowboywizard #colorpencilart #colorpencils #illustration #weirdwest #magic #wizard #wand #steampunk #cattlepunk
A hard-drinkin’ wizard wagers everything on a treaty neither side understands, ink staining the table between them. When it dries, sickness spreads from the first village and carries from body to body until no border can contain it.
A monk derails a train of tyrannical outlaws to protect the town that gave him sanctuary, steel screaming as it leaves the tracks. When the last of them falls, flames rise on the horizon and his home is already reduced to ash.
A guard lifts an obsidian axe and faces the oncoming bandits, their shadows stretching across the dirt. He survives by cutting down a fleeing man, and the town remembers him not as a protector, but as something to be feared.
A railroad worker seeks healing in a secluded elvish sanctuary beyond the last line of steel and smoke. The cure restores the woman he lost just long enough for her to remember why she left him and walk away again.