Akh'uradil in the Rub' Al Kali
Artfight attack for Idraël of the Holy knight, Akh'uradil, wading through a desert sandstorm- though not built for the heat- still they persevere. But to what end?
"What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, you cannot say, or guess, for you know only a heap of broken images, were the sun beats, and the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, and the dry stone no sound of water. Only there is shadow under this red rock, come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different, from either your shadow at morning striding behind you, or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust."
"What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, you cannot say, or guess, for you know only a heap of broken images, were the sun beats, and the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, and the dry stone no sound of water. Only there is shadow under this red rock, come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different, from either your shadow at morning striding behind you, or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust."
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fanart
Species Feline (Other)
Size 1400 x 1574px
File Size 754.4 kB
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