When the dust cakes the ground, layered under tier upon tier of ash, when the smoke still billows despite the fire being put to sleep, like an old animal that once shined bright-forced into rest too early, when the rain has done spilling its sorrow into the burning, aching heart of the world, when the steam rises with the heat, something, someone, is left to pick up the crumbling, ashen pieces of a fallen kingdom.
Hey guys! I finally finished a full piece of draconian art! I hope you enjoy queen Ashen! ^^ shes such a cutie!!












