50 Recent Deviations
Featured: The Faces of Shaktila
Informed OpinionsThe hours were waning into the cooler parts of the day. The gentle autumn temperatures seemed to contrast, in a way, with the warm light of the bold, golden colors that were beginning to set the western sky aflame. The sun stretched its impotently burning touch over the elves' gilded kingdom of eternal song and efflorescence, and in the courtyard between the Arcane Academy and the Temple of the Sun, it gleamed on the heads of two pointy-eared figures, who sat looking like femininely personified contrasts of night and day themselves.Informed Opinions by AranyaVerSarn
One wore the dark garb of a warlock, her silvery tresses falling in elegant waves around her shoulders, while the taller one's sleek black mane brushed lightly over the threads of her mage-robes and fell a little to one side with the tilt of her head.
"How long have you had this?" Shad'ara asked. Her fair, whiskery eyebrows twitched with intrigue as she regarded the crystalline object hovering in the empty space above the open palms of her friend's hands, s
Debts and FavorsIn the shadowy spaces of the Nether, the dreadlord stood. Pride and satisfaction seemed to roll like heavy smoke from his form, as he watched chaotic colors dance in the palm of his open, outstretched hand. By contrast, the forms and shapes that he observed in them were quite specific - a mortal. A woman. One who had been his adversary, and was now indebted to be his asset.Debts and Favors by AranyaVerSarn
Vethoreas smirked and his eyes glittered, remembering how it had played out so perfectly.
A worthy adversary she had been. A couple of his brothers had already fallen to her before he even knew of her, a sin'dorei woman who had triumphed and fed on the essence of nathrezim. But through the foolish actions of one of his own kind, she had been reduced from his opponent to his pawn. A cost she willingly took upon herself to save the life of another.
"A favor for a favor..." The arcanist swallowed hard. Her voice and expression were calm, determined, and resolute. "I swear."
Gift to RememberValéria stared with wide-eyed excitement at the assortment of shiny, sparkling things on the smooth, polished stone surface of one of the work tables in the large study. There were things that glowed, things that glittered, things that were so pretty she could barely stop herself from reaching out and touching them! But she couldn't touch them, no, no, no. That would get her in trouble, and she really didn't want to get in trouble and be left out of what the arcanist was planning.Gift to Remember by AranyaVerSarn
"It looks like everything's here," murmured Aranya, surveying the materials that were laid out on the table. She lightly ran her fingertips over some bottles of shimmering dust, some pieces of parchment, a small assortment of runed objects, and even a few flowers and bits of cloth. She turned to her right to look down at the little elf-girl with a smile. "Are you ready?"
Valéria nodded enthusiastically, beaming.
Aranya picked up a single firebloom from where it lay
Feral ch.1The raging wind spread the scent of blood far and wide through the woods of Silverpine, enough to draw unwanted attention. As the wolves drew closer to the corpse they stopped dead in their tracks as a larger more ferocious creature appeared from behind the dead animal. The defensive growls of the pack were completely drowned out by the return howl of the larger creature. Suddenly dark shapes appeared behind the feasting beast, their growls and snarls covered the sound of flesh being ripped and torn off from the bone. The clouds in the sky moved to let the light of the moon shine down on the group of savage beings, and as the moonlight shined down one of the creatures stood up on its back legs, letting itself be fully visible. The creature was taller than any man, it had wolf like features. Eyes of dark blue and a coat of dark grey fur covering its entire body. There were bits of torn cloth clinging to its hips and legs and on its hands, which ended sharp gore-stained claws dangling byFeral ch.1 by LifeIsWhatItIs
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