Art trade with the good @Evoincarnate. Featuring of one of her large draconic beasts, a dura, having a nap in grove of spiral trees and slime mold looking growths. On Twitter here.
I was reading the Other page for characters and...
It's interesting how much TV tropes blames Dura for Annih's downfall, and how it tries to make Annih more...sympathetic? Especially since, you know, Dura died because of Annih.
Feel very different to the Wiki on the Fandom.com too.
Thank you so much Endi (left) for helping me with this! You can find her version here when she posts it! I will add credits for her oufit based off of what I know, if I miss something and you want to know, leave a comment and I will update when possible♥
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Cigarette: RZ - Deadly Cigarette
Necklace: Random Matter - Zakei Choke Chain
Top: GABRIEL - Torn Shirt & Tie - Black
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Background: TROPIX - Corner of Pleasure
Left Pose: Babyboo - Daisy
Center Pose: K&S - Real One modified arm using Animare
Right Pose: Babyboo - Oaklyn
Te he segmentado, fracturado, roto, he sido dura contigo y cuando se trata de criticarte te he dejado hecha polvo o en pedazos. He sido tu peor juez, jurado y verdugo.
Ya no más, ya no te haré eso mi niña de ayer, mi joven del pasado, mi dama de la posteridad, mi mujer madura de hoy.
Dicen que nunca es tarde para empezar, para reconciliarte con la que fuiste y con la que ahora eres. Seré buena, bondadosa, linda, cariñosa, amable, empática, cordial, humilde, amorosa conmigo misma de hoy en adelante. Me reflejare en el espejo y diré: estás hermosa, eres fuerte, tu puedes, sigue así!
Babe
I've been up all night feeling so damaged
Maybe I should spend less time with you gettin' caught up
Told myself that I'm through
Then I'm back here with you
There was a glint in his eyes as he noted the sudden change in her demeanor. He had awoken something within her that he did not expect. Especially all things considered she had just given him a choice that was rather unsettling to most. Even his smile seemed to falter as she asked him of his name.
" Hmmmm.. " He pondered the thought, her closeness building up a pressure between them that seemed to bear down on her presence with a heavy burden on the heart. The blues in his current eyes hid a great deal of scarring upon his soul that had been twisted into something more dangerous. "... my name, you say? "
The creature before her had many names to offer but there were names he removed himself from giving out anymore due to the nature of power a name can possess. The left corner of his left upturned and he resumed his status of approach, closing on her in his tall stance. A single canine peaking out as he uttered his answer to her.
Fresco of two votaries Otes and Yahbshimshos performing sacrifice before five Gods standing on crossed globes
Dura-Europos, Syria
c. 100 CE?
Source: The Pantheon of Palmyra by Javier Teixidor, 1979