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Photoshoot #007
Midnight Wildwoods Photoshoot w/ Archie
#Lego #Bionicle #Crossover #LegoSpace #Iceplanet #IceWalker #Saw #Claw #Pistons #IceTrap I love how the White-Black-Orange guys looks!!!
A commission of my Dawn Caste, Sigrun Ishida by @polar-biscuit!! She did an amazing job and I love how this came out. :)
She’s based on a character I played in Guild Wars 2, a Norn Warrior.
In Exalted, she is an Icewalker, a member of the nomadic barbarian tribes in the North who worship animal gods and slay monsters (and men).
She is God-Blooded, the daughter of Skaun Ishida, an Icewalker and the giant Viresien, who dwells in a palace of stone and ice found only in the Northern snow. Skaun was thought lost to the tribe when he found her, and nearly a year later when he returned, it was with a child in his arms, one with ice-blue eyes and snow white hair.
She is Chosen of the Sun, having Exalted when all seemed lost in a battle against the Fair Folk who sought to annihilate her tribe. Now she wanders the North in the company of a Circle of her fellow Solars, looking for greater battles to challenge herself and to make sure that all in the North know her name.
The Icewalker: The Fatal Flaw
She is rage. She is fire in every sinew, every synapse is frayed with white, jagged electricity. It fills her mouth with metal and the screams are boiling water on her tongue, ashy pipe-smoke between her teeth. There is blood worn on her chest like chiffon, like pride and over-plush extravagance. She wears her fury in the shaking of her shoulders, along the crescents of the muscles over her shoulder blades. She is tangles of hair catching in the corners of her lips, red like wildfire on a drought-worn valley.
She can feel bone crush under her bare hands as she forces the heel of her palm up against a pliant jaw. Her tears blind her to the fear in those human eyes. Her ears are bare, pointed, unmistakeable. Her magic makes her almost unseeable, dancing in and out of view between the flurries of blizzard’s howl. She cannot forgive. She will not forgive.
She spits as she begs unhearing gods for the burning in her chest to temper. So that this madness does not claw a home for itself where her heart should be. The end of her staff tears a hole in the back of another crimson knight. He screams for a daughter he does not remember. She laughs and it sounds like thunder.
He is bleeding on the ground behind her, frantic green luminescence emanating from Dorian’s trembling fingertips.
“He may not make it.”
Those words are tinder. They take to flame so easily. The reality rips and snaps under her will as she forces magic to become fatal. But this carnal scene is not distanced by spells. It is melting spears of frozen water in her hands that gut the man who raises his hand to touch the things she loves.
The mage that hurt him is breathing hard into her palm, the chords in the neck spindly and straining. She has the chance to just— squeeze.
She looks up and the rage demon stands half summoned in the harried glyph drawn in the frozen dirt. It offers a toothy smile, an outstretched hand. Beckoning. Resonating with the pulses of wild music that suck the color out of the periphery of her vision. Blind her to what atrocity she has committed out of manic revenge.
He is sunlit hallways and prayer at dusk. He is stolen blueberry tarts from the kitchens and soft sheepskins and strong arms to lean into. He is the good in herself that she has to fight for. She looks over her shoulder and sees him standing, breathing hard and barely conscious, but standing. Dorian has a fear she has never seen settle on his features before.
She touches its outstretched claws and it instantly freezes. She throws her weight into a downward swing and it shatters. Her back feels like it cannot straighten as she leans heavy on the cherry-wood of her staff. She pushes her hair away from her face, tucks it away. Her palm clutches and unclutches at the fabric between her collarbones.
He catches her in his weak arms, lips pressed to the rust from the deep gash on her forehead. He keeps whispering that it is okay. She thinks of her fallen clan and her lone footsteps on the mountain path behind Skyhold. She will beg him for forgiveness.
She will not be contained. But she will not be controlled by it.
Icewalker
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