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[castrel64]

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!

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[ellyfarren]

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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[castrel64]

Full video releasing May 10

Start reading Dyskrasias here. The story is set to finish posting when the video goes live, or you can wait to watch the video first :)

[ellyfarren]

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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[ellyfarren]

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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[ellyfarren]

Red and black. At times, it is as if her mind is not her own; they bleed together. Her eyes meet her own hardened gaze, a needle of thought pulling taught a desperate stitch of feeling, a shattered reflection of her own fear and fury in the back of another’s captive mind, an open wound of terror and conviction spilling into itself.

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[ellyfarren]

She had slain the Maw of Rust, her bold red blood so similar to the shade she saw on hands never her own.  Tajsa chattered upon the corpse of Lanio, treading riddles like water, unbothered by the hue of any blood quenching her thirst.

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