
The dawn of the laurels
She wondered.
What did she become? She, the Savior of Cenon, she who brang her kind to that part of the galaxy in the Outers as to save them from the Dogma and the merciless Great War, she the Doe from the Other Side, the Messenger, the Hand of Fate.
She.
What did she become?
A fragile doe covered in scars with broken wings, someone who prefered to serve the Federation better than the Pecora of her own kind, a blind coward who pretends not to see the injustice on her own planet Cenon.
She was once at the peak of Glory and Fame, and now she's just...
She couldn't find the word for her anticlimax.
The dawn of the laurels...
When only your scars and your broken wings reminds you of that time when you were at the apogee of your fame and glory.
Could be me on maaaaaany life goals.
Didn't thought about that when I was doodling this lately. Damn.
Risea © Amiral Aesir
Watercolors, inks and glitters, the 20th October 2019.
She wondered.
What did she become? She, the Savior of Cenon, she who brang her kind to that part of the galaxy in the Outers as to save them from the Dogma and the merciless Great War, she the Doe from the Other Side, the Messenger, the Hand of Fate.
She.
What did she become?
A fragile doe covered in scars with broken wings, someone who prefered to serve the Federation better than the Pecora of her own kind, a blind coward who pretends not to see the injustice on her own planet Cenon.
She was once at the peak of Glory and Fame, and now she's just...
She couldn't find the word for her anticlimax.
The dawn of the laurels...
When only your scars and your broken wings reminds you of that time when you were at the apogee of your fame and glory.
Could be me on maaaaaany life goals.
Didn't thought about that when I was doodling this lately. Damn.
Risea © Amiral Aesir
Watercolors, inks and glitters, the 20th October 2019.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Portraits
Species Cervine (Other)
Size 958 x 1280px
File Size 396.3 kB
And so I can see your deer character whit the fabulously red hair.
May my doe wasn't share many common traits (except the hair colour) whit Risea. May her had been manipulated by other (even Illsiyés too) and must live a world where lies rules. But one day may my doe find her true purpose of her existence.
May my doe wasn't share many common traits (except the hair colour) whit Risea. May her had been manipulated by other (even Illsiyés too) and must live a world where lies rules. But one day may my doe find her true purpose of her existence.
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