#time of decay

[amberaxolotl223]

Part one of my own take of the art style swap challenge! I probably botched all five but art is art ;]

The comics I read and referenced, in order from top down and left to right;

Missing Death (not out yet, shhh!) It's my own story I'm working on and the OG and changing design of my OC, Soottail. She's part of a clan named CoyoteClan.

The False Sun - by Flypaw on Comic Fury! I found them when they were drawing VaporClan and fell in love with it. I think Soot would be in the Lake Colony in their story.

Time of Decay - by xsilencee on Comic Fury as well (you'll see a pattern). I had a little trouble with trying to replicate their art style due to how they draw their eyes, I hope I did it right! Of course, Amber (Soot's original name :D) would be a normal Reaper. And she would have snazzy little piercings!

The Average Adventures of Generic(heart/paw) - by TessuSaysHi on Comic Fury! It's so simplistic and striking because you see it and say, "ah! Genericheart!" Soottail would be in ProtagonistClan. She's scruffy enough she wouldn't be in HottieClan :[

Shadow of the Moon - by @sweetlittlelyre! Moon cult. We love moon cult. Their way of drawing the big puffs of fur tickles my brain and makes me really happy when I read the comic, along with the traditions of the cult. She would be a standard follower <3

Forget Me Not - by Nitteh on Comic Fury, finally- the last one. I made her look bald?? How Nitteh does lines itches my brain and makes me happy qwq plus, how soft the cats look.. Soot 100% would've been around during evil cannibalism Era.

The next batch will be with my other OC, Bugsight!

[sinfulxaela]

Tempus corruptionem

An obsidian veil cast before me. The shadowy flames of a hell of my own design striking at my very soul as I step closer to the threshold of my own demise. With each breath it seems an eternity passes without the world ever turning. The home inside my mind isolated from the world that I once shared with a damnable notion called love. I reach my scorched hand out and take the veil in my grip as best that my scarred muscles will allow. I turn it back only to find more darkness. 

It is a blistering cold, but it is far more inviting than any heat. This. Oh this. A world where I can mold and adapt. Some days breathing is all you need to do to be ok. I envelope myself in this shroud of darkness as I make a new home for myself amidst the cold wastelands in the farthest reaches of my soul. Solace for the price of pain. I would never burn again, the constant sting of the cold against my flesh would be a reminder to stay here. To erect a wall where the flames had been. To smother them away and gaze at the stars above the snow. A monster in the making, one molded from cold and pain. One that knew hunger and the pain that awaited him on the other side of the wall. Ever more ravenous with each passing day, itching for the next hunt. Anything to break my mind away from the memories that still burn my soul deep where the icy climate could never reach. 

-Richter Almasy, 2017