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theclockworkjester And I thank them for the art of my birb Acaark. please fave the Original here if you all can give him a watch. He also wrote the short story of the art below
As night feel on the hallowed out shells they called "home", A new scenery fell upon the landscape. From glinting polished metals, to dull, rusted sheets of scrap littering the skyline with brass and steel constructs. No one dare set foot outside at night, lest the beast they "employed" to watch the streets feast upon their flesh for nothing more than sport and game.
Cold and unfeeling as their materialistic bodies, molded by the town's folk into hybrids infused with engines to power them should they see the need, only a cruel experimentation on the beings of stone, and their magical properties as elemental beings beyond their plane of existence. "What would happen?" A simple question, with divine consequences. Unceasing engines of concentrated destruction, rampant throughout the town, policing by their own crooked rules, as apposed to the true prior law. Ever hungry to fuel their engines with any substance they just so happen to get their claws on. Water for steam, or blood for the everlasting luster they had grown so desperate to acquire as their prey coward away in their impenetrable cages. The feast was their, Yet dinner time had not come. Not yet.
Like an insect drawn to the ever luminescent grow of fading ashes, The enviable was mealy a matter of time. Poor fools lured to the city, enticed by the grand splendor that illuminated from the metallic buildings, and décor of the streets. Unlucky those, whom arrive to late. The inn's full, and the tavern locked. A tragedy to be sure. A true tragedy on the grand stage, a play for all towns folk to behold. They would be safe for a few nights, surely. wandering through the empty streets, A gargoyle sit perched on a roof edge.
A stone carved beast looking over the streets, motionless. the only other stone for a while, Coddle that formed the old walkways and alleyways. The Stone smiled back at the caravan, As they looked onward to future sights, All but one.
The stone turned to greet it's newly acquainted "friend", Broken, and cracked from past conflicts. The Aacakocra hadn't struck him yet, surely their was a reason. A good reason. Returning to it's perch, It chuckled to itself, before resuming it's haunt in the moonless night. Prey is prey, regardless of how well equipped they are.
The gargoyle's eyes remain ever watchful of his flying friend. Testing the waters, surely, seeing how far before the stone would drown.
theclockworkjester And I thank them for the art of my birb Acaark. please fave the Original here if you all can give him a watch. He also wrote the short story of the art belowAs night feel on the hallowed out shells they called "home", A new scenery fell upon the landscape. From glinting polished metals, to dull, rusted sheets of scrap littering the skyline with brass and steel constructs. No one dare set foot outside at night, lest the beast they "employed" to watch the streets feast upon their flesh for nothing more than sport and game.
Cold and unfeeling as their materialistic bodies, molded by the town's folk into hybrids infused with engines to power them should they see the need, only a cruel experimentation on the beings of stone, and their magical properties as elemental beings beyond their plane of existence. "What would happen?" A simple question, with divine consequences. Unceasing engines of concentrated destruction, rampant throughout the town, policing by their own crooked rules, as apposed to the true prior law. Ever hungry to fuel their engines with any substance they just so happen to get their claws on. Water for steam, or blood for the everlasting luster they had grown so desperate to acquire as their prey coward away in their impenetrable cages. The feast was their, Yet dinner time had not come. Not yet.
Like an insect drawn to the ever luminescent grow of fading ashes, The enviable was mealy a matter of time. Poor fools lured to the city, enticed by the grand splendor that illuminated from the metallic buildings, and décor of the streets. Unlucky those, whom arrive to late. The inn's full, and the tavern locked. A tragedy to be sure. A true tragedy on the grand stage, a play for all towns folk to behold. They would be safe for a few nights, surely. wandering through the empty streets, A gargoyle sit perched on a roof edge.
A stone carved beast looking over the streets, motionless. the only other stone for a while, Coddle that formed the old walkways and alleyways. The Stone smiled back at the caravan, As they looked onward to future sights, All but one.
The stone turned to greet it's newly acquainted "friend", Broken, and cracked from past conflicts. The Aacakocra hadn't struck him yet, surely their was a reason. A good reason. Returning to it's perch, It chuckled to itself, before resuming it's haunt in the moonless night. Prey is prey, regardless of how well equipped they are.
The gargoyle's eyes remain ever watchful of his flying friend. Testing the waters, surely, seeing how far before the stone would drown.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Doodle
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