#rakshasa scribbles

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Did a quick art of my big Gaoler boy, Amma. He is one of the hunters of Clan Ghostfire. Able to see extremely well in the nearly whiteout conditions that are so frequent outside where the clan is settled.

He is mainly silent and observant. Only speaking when spoken to. Quite talented at standing and looking intimidating, if needbe.

He also seems to have somewhat of an attraction to the clan leaders, Jemmal and Aarieth. Be it familial or more romantic, no one knows.

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Keeper is a dragon that is not all dragon, perhaps. He's gone through heavy mutations, leaving him with... More than the usual parts. Many eyes are scattered across his hide. Dotted across his wings, always watching. Some are milky and sightless, but others are sharp, still. Watching always and following the movements of anything around him. He has two sets of wings, as well. One less developed and not of much use to flight in the least.

His moods can drastically change from one thing to another in just a snap second. Despite this unpredictability, Keeper remains the most competent and well-trained doctor in the Ghostfire clan. He remains majorly holed away in his Healer's Den, not wishing to be near the main population. As crowds, and most other dragons are not his favorite thing to be around. He prefers quiet and calm of an environment that he can control.

He does watch over a select few dragons that nearly always stay in the Healer's Den, but he has mostly become accustomed to those few. Just as they are used to the different quirks and uniquities of their doctor.

Some days, Keeper is extremely lucid. Able to conduct intelligent and lengthy conversations with little to no trouble at all. Of course, though, those days are combated with ones where the good doctor is in severe pain and unable to utter even short words. Snapping and snarling at anyone who even dares to get too close to him.

One sure way to get Keeper to dislike someone is when one can't keep from staring at his mutations. Bringing attention and being rude and prodding means that perhaps your treatment won't be... Successful.

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Rein, a fallen king. Once, he was beyond wealthy and had a beautiful palace. Gold and gems overflowed his treasury. Perhaps, beforehand, he was one of the most rich dragons. Of course, this kind of wealth draws the attention of that which no one should wish for.

Beasts, things not natural to the world, came and ruined him. His wealth was demolished, family slaughtered, and his mind shattered. Shadows clung to him, lingering.

Locking him in his ruined palace. Curled around his decrepit throne. One that was once glorious and shining, but now is crumbling and tarnished.

He remains there, mind broken, only speaking in broken gibberish, deranged rambling, and fragmented sentences. Face mutated, many eyes open and rolling and never looking in the same direction. Always moving, always paranoid. Black viscous substances leak from his mouth and nostrils. Splattering onto the floor and creating stains that will never be removed.

Do not trespass into his palace, lest you face the wraith of the ruined king. Once inside the once-grand throne room, the heavy doors will slam shut. Plunging the room into a darkness only broken by... the... sickly glow... of many many eyes. The rasping of scales and dry rustling of too many pairs of wings. Claws click... click.. clicking on the stone.

Faster, faster, approaching with speed. Low mad babbling and hissed curses as the last thing one feels is claws tearing into them and an awful acid sting of something dragging them away. Something so much larger than a emaciated Spiral.

So again, a warning to those unwise. Do not seek the ruined king deep in his broken palace. Tucked deep in the ice and snow. You will not be found again.

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little bit of a w.i.p of my two 'angelic' coatls, Seraph and Holy.

dunno when and if I'll get it done tho- pft-

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A lined sketch of my old ex-merc dragon, Magus! A rough, gruff, and big old man. He’s been around a while and has the scars to show it for sure. Despite his rough personality right at first, he has a good heart under all the callousness.

He has a good many scars because of his old job, one that he’s long since left behind. Of course, that doesn’t mean his love of any sharp weapon has dwindled in the least. He has an impressive collection of blades that he has tucked into his apparel like a puzzle. Anyone watching him put away all his weapons after cleaning them will likely leave them wondering how he keeps all those on his person.

Usually, he keeps himself covered up with a lot of apparel. Hiding all his scars from the clan and the little ones, not wanting to scare anyone with his looks. His voice is rasping, rough, and very deep. The roughness is due to an old throat injury that almost left him unable to speak at all. It was only thanks to the skill of the clan healer that he is able to talk now.

There’s a thick accent to his speech, that is most similar to a Scottish accent. Whenever he tells stories of his past, anyone listening often finds themselves trapped almost. Even if his voice is rough, it is rather pleasant to listen to.

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Here's the lineart of a work on progress drawing for my Shade priest, Garreth- I'm pretty happy with how this is going so far

Now all I need to do is color and shade. I'll probably be getting to that this evening. Hopefully coloringngoes smoothly- pfft