#hallowhand

[thekingsshield]

Gladio: Astrals be damned, I’ll tear apart the heavens if I have to make sure you crash and burn.

Me: damn boi where the fuck did that come from

[martyrisnox-blog]

@hallowhand & starter call.

     There’s a groan from the glaive as they push themself up against the wall, using the cold metal surface as a way to stay upright. At least somewhat. Their mind is still fogged, fuzzy from the mix of chemicals they were just now coming down from. Pain rolls over them in waves, receding before again crashing in on them, earning a flinch every time it returned. What they wouldn’t give to be free from the mortal coil now-

     No. They couldn’t die yet. They didn’t know of Noctis was alive or not. Nyx swore an oath, one they intended to keep; they would stay by Noctis’ side until the day he died. They couldn’t die yet. They couldn’t. They couldn’t.

     The mantra is broken by the sound of footsteps approaching, and their eyes lazily, tiredly, shift from the floor to their jailers face. His blond hair shines in the florescent light; a false halo for a false angel. Lips turn down at the corners, a snarl making its way onto their lips. ❝Th’hell d’you want now?❞

[crookfish]

More-... Artslam! Day 4 of Crookfish

The left is a concept speedpaint of a Varrus guard. While royals have no bindings, guards have thick wrappings around their arms that prevent the growth of pivotal feathers for flight. This one's loosely based on a Waldrapp Ibis-- think he might become an actual character!

The right is a quick sketch-y idea of a faction's flag! It's the emblem of the most prominent rebel group in my brainworld-- the Hand of the Hallow. Might try a few more designs later on!