Jun 13, 2018
This is Malikai! They’re for a game called World of Darkness, very similar to dnd.
the cat is a maine coon named Koe :3
THAT IS SO SWEET. i really dig this art style a lot!!!!
seen from China
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seen from Malaysia
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seen from Belarus
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seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
This is Malikai! They’re for a game called World of Darkness, very similar to dnd.
the cat is a maine coon named Koe :3
THAT IS SO SWEET. i really dig this art style a lot!!!!
I used to live in peace before all these D’s.
good night mwah
Excerpt from as of yet un-named and unwritten story. Enjoy.
Rain dripped into the brooding boys eyes as he glared at the high school from across the street. Teenagers screeched with laughter as they ran across the sodden grass, pulling collars high over their heads as they ducked for cover. The boy envied their carefree nature, but he wasn’t glaring at them, his eyes were locked on the spirit loitering around the parking lot. Digging his hands deeper into his hoodies’ pockets, he stalked across the narrow road without pause, ignoring the honking from irritated drivers. “What are you doing?” the boy hissed as he reached the parking lot. The spirit looked up at his voice languidly, empty eyes mournful. He looked like any other spirit, translucent skin, form flickering in and out of focus, a look on his face like he’d just died...The only thing out of the ordinary about this particular spirit was that he was definitely not in the Fields of Asphodel. When the spirit didn’t answer him the boy sighed in exasperation, “Fine. Whatever, I don’t care anyway. Just so long as you get back to the land of the dead right now, I’ll forget you were ever here. Capisce?” The spirit continued to stare at him with baleful eyes, no indication that he’d even heard a word the boy had said. With a groan the boy struck out his hand and grabbed the spirit like he was made of cloth. Most people wouldn’t be able to see the spirit, let alone touch one, but then again, he wasn’t exactly most people. The spirit gaped in surprise at his touch, staring uncomprehendingly at the fistful of spirit in his grasp; to him, the spirit felt like ice, to the spirit, it was probably the first contact he’d felt in a very long time. “C’mon. Time to go home,” he said under his breath and with a glance over his shoulder, stepped into shadow, spirit in tow.