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“Legend claims that long ago, when all of humanity still lived as a single people, qarin were not sea creatures, but rather winged beasts that terrorised our ancient ancestors. They were so fearsome and so bloodthirsty that they threatened to annihilate the race of man entirely, but the Divine Lord Raziel sent an army of Angels to cast them down to the deepest depths of the ocean. He sent His daughter, Lura – the Moon, Goddess of darkness and night, and lover of the hunt – to lead the battle. Alone, she wrestled the colossal qarin broodmother to the earth, for only the Goddess had the strength to do so. Lura tore off the qarin queen’s wings then, condemning all her kind to the depths, and creating the great crater lake Juubaiala where she threw down the monstrous creature for good."
Artwork & The Tripartitus © Jen Elliott
Artwork & The Tripartitus © Jen Elliott
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Gryphon
Size 989 x 1280px
File Size 268.8 kB
Not this one, anyway ;) There's even a comment later in the story...
To the Raziel-aiya, darkness was a force of mystery and misdirection, a force of ultimate uncertainty. Lura, the Moon, was neither evil nor malevolent, but rather an agent of chaos and change, veiled truths and intrigue. She was the Goddess of the dark, of beasts and predators, of feral wiles and primal things . Thieves would pray for her cunning and the obscuring veil of her shadow. Hunters and warriors alike asked for her blessing, for it was she who governed all arts martial and deadly. And when twilight fell – when the Sun, Sola, gave way to her sister each evening, and unseen dangers advanced on our ancient ancestors in the descending shadow that followed – all prayed to Lura then. But not for mercy.
Mercy was her sister’s domain, and Sola had left them.
To the Raziel-aiya, darkness was a force of mystery and misdirection, a force of ultimate uncertainty. Lura, the Moon, was neither evil nor malevolent, but rather an agent of chaos and change, veiled truths and intrigue. She was the Goddess of the dark, of beasts and predators, of feral wiles and primal things . Thieves would pray for her cunning and the obscuring veil of her shadow. Hunters and warriors alike asked for her blessing, for it was she who governed all arts martial and deadly. And when twilight fell – when the Sun, Sola, gave way to her sister each evening, and unseen dangers advanced on our ancient ancestors in the descending shadow that followed – all prayed to Lura then. But not for mercy.
Mercy was her sister’s domain, and Sola had left them.
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