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A wild Cil was here! // Goto Winterkings webcomic
andiblac:

cibokilley:

andiblac:

grandfatherhermit:

nicolasbruno:

It has been said that there are passageways and tunnels at the bottoms of wells such as this one… Piazza Giordano Bruno; Perugia, Italy.

Portal to the Underworld

IDEAS *claws at face*

andiblac — SHARE PLZ <3

That feeling. It was nagging upon Iril’s mind again, the ever-present sense of something. 
Perhaps it was the lengthy shadows of a fast-falling twilight, or perhaps it was due to how far his path plunged into the Shaeden. The Spirit Groves were long past now, and it had been many hours since the light of a village had flickered through the trees.
The sensation grew, until it caused a babbling within his head. He adjusted his focus, stemming the tide back from becoming a torrent.
Solitary was its presence, a cobbled well in the middle of a small glade. The coalescing nature of vines had long since subdued it. A small family of ferns protruding from the earthen cracks.
Still, a simple well was the cause of this nagging. That was evident, it seemed to flow from this spot. 
"What in Ilothan’s name…" Iril spoke, confused by the nature of its presence. This couldn’t be right. 
"It is a mirepytt," the young boy’s voice offered in reply to the unspoken question. "A guardian’s well."
Iril shook his head. No one had ever spoken of these. Was it something new? Like the recent twisting’s across the plains? Did it stem from the sudden crawl of The Deep Shaeden?
"I thought your kind did not have osticai?" The daemon hunter frowned, leaning over the edge of the well. A swirl of murky water, dappling ripples from breeze ferns, that was all he could see.
"Not in the same sense. A solitary Nyhian lives here, guarding something," the boy responded, he seemed cheerier today.
Iril paused, weighing the thoughts in his mind, muddling through the deeper waters of the babbling.
"Then we shall pay him a visit afterward. We have more pressing business to attend," the hunter shook his head, and the babbling receded.
He stepped away and continued, off and alone while the young daemon continued chatting away in the back of his mind.
cibokilley
in—coherent
teadrunktailor

@andiblac — yay, thank you! Tres pretty. <3 Is this part of a series/narrative, or just an onthespot vignette? :D

andiblac:

cibokilley:

andiblac:

grandfatherhermit:

nicolasbruno:

It has been said that there are passageways and tunnels at the bottoms of wells such as this one…
Piazza Giordano Bruno; Perugia, Italy.

Portal to the Underworld

IDEAS *claws at face*

andiblac — SHARE PLZ <3

That feeling. It was nagging upon Iril’s mind again, the ever-present sense of something

Perhaps it was the lengthy shadows of a fast-falling twilight, or perhaps it was due to how far his path plunged into the Shaeden. The Spirit Groves were long past now, and it had been many hours since the light of a village had flickered through the trees.

The sensation grew, until it caused a babbling within his head. He adjusted his focus, stemming the tide back from becoming a torrent.

Solitary was its presence, a cobbled well in the middle of a small glade. The coalescing nature of vines had long since subdued it. A small family of ferns protruding from the earthen cracks.

Still, a simple well was the cause of this nagging. That was evident, it seemed to flow from this spot. 

"What in Ilothan’s name…" Iril spoke, confused by the nature of its presence. This couldn’t be right. 

"It is a mirepytt," the young boy’s voice offered in reply to the unspoken question. "A guardian’s well."

Iril shook his head. No one had ever spoken of these. Was it something new? Like the recent twisting’s across the plains? Did it stem from the sudden crawl of The Deep Shaeden?

"I thought your kind did not have osticai?" The daemon hunter frowned, leaning over the edge of the well. A swirl of murky water, dappling ripples from breeze ferns, that was all he could see.

"Not in the same sense. A solitary Nyhian lives here, guarding something," the boy responded, he seemed cheerier today.

Iril paused, weighing the thoughts in his mind, muddling through the deeper waters of the babbling.

"Then we shall pay him a visit afterward. We have more pressing business to attend," the hunter shook his head, and the babbling receded.

He stepped away and continued, off and alone while the young daemon continued chatting away in the back of his mind.

cibokilley

in—coherent

teadrunktailor

@andiblac — yay, thank you! Tres pretty. <3 Is this part of a series/narrative, or just an onthespot vignette? :D


andiblac:

grandfatherhermit:

nicolasbruno:

It has been said that there are passageways and tunnels at the bottoms of wells such as this one… Piazza Giordano Bruno; Perugia, Italy.

Portal to the Underworld

IDEAS *claws at face*

andiblac &#8212; SHARE PLZ &lt;3

andiblac:

grandfatherhermit:

nicolasbruno:

It has been said that there are passageways and tunnels at the bottoms of wells such as this one…
Piazza Giordano Bruno; Perugia, Italy.

Portal to the Underworld

IDEAS *claws at face*

andiblac — SHARE PLZ <3


ca-tsuka:

From Aoi Honoo (Blue Blaze) japanese drama TV series based on manga by Kazuhiko Shimamoto and featuring Hideaki Anno student character (gif sources : 1 2 3).


me in the shower: i want to draw
me waking up at 4am: i want to draw
me on my morning commute: i want to draw
me with paper & pen in hand: fuck this

howtonotsuckatgamedesign:

evora-eriu-mclaggen:

x There. I was too weak to color it. Guess I just wanted to share it too much…

DAAAAAAMMMMMMMNNN!

howtonotsuckatgamedesign:

evora-eriu-mclaggen:

x There. I was too weak to color it. Guess I just wanted to share it too much…

DAAAAAAMMMMMMMNNN!


art-of-swords:

Swords in Art - Modern Samurai, Musketeer and Knight

  • by Adrian Dadich

cyanparade:

Backdrop design for a client, printed size is 5 meter x 6 meter

cyanparade:

Backdrop design for a client, printed size is 5 meter x 6 meter


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