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Just finished this one!
After nearly a year and a half I only have one illustration left to draw for my fully original AMV project (music, concept, art all by me) so my hope is it will be published in a few weeks (?????)
Dyskrasias 2026….real!
Keeper Tajsa, too, aspect of Yualis Herself, cannot resist its pull towards the Shade’s Ichor, rejecting Lanio’s agency in service of sating its undying thirst. Lanio, who knows nothing but to oppose her own death as many times as is asked of her, tries to smother her own horror, being confined to a cage of fangs that feast on the facsimile she refuses to see for what it is.
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This was The Incarnadine’s sacrifice, ritual aimed true: a blade to her throat and the hollow bones of a fallen starling cradled in her lap as she beseeched a fading god at the end of the world to spare at least her. Hollowed Yualis, summoning back Her blessing of blood from the earth in an effort to stall Her fading, heard a single mortal’s prayer and reached out with no hand to touch that pain they shared. This was the Coalescence, and all else followed, as birds to the moon.
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The cycle is ceaseless, the tides of blood rocking, the moonlight in their eyes flickering, life and death traded like mere breaths. This is the only cycle in the Abyssal Plains. This is everything there is. The ocean, the moon, and the blood.
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Blade and claw, halberd and spear sing into the empty skies of the Abyssal Plains. These foes are much more fearsome than any Umbral Aves. They are flesh and bone, eyes glowing with a ferocity defined only ever by mortality. Lanio is as wine-blooded as the sea itself, and Svellere’s veins reflect the light of a golden moon.
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A final, decisive blow is struck. Castrel, despite her efforts, is slain.
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