With each passing new moon, fresh tales would surface. Stories of a creature stalking out from the woods on those lightless, hollow nights. The locals all knew of the wyvern that had claimed the land as its own, but on the darkest night of every month, something always felt different in the air. New, dreadful accounts would arise; strange sightings, eerie sounds, signs of something unnatural. These tales, spoken in hushed voices, were shared cautiously among the villagers, as if even whispering them too loudly might draw the creature’s attention. Some dismissed the stories as fictitious, but even they would still whisper the tales, as the last thing any of them wanted was to find themselves staring into an amethyst gaze.
This is the second picture of creepy-owl-wyvusk-thing, with the first being this piece. I hope to get more art of them in the future, especially as autumn rolls around, but they'll probably continue to be on the creepier end of things!
Art by the incredibly talented
hyqris
This is the second picture of creepy-owl-wyvusk-thing, with the first being this piece. I hope to get more art of them in the future, especially as autumn rolls around, but they'll probably continue to be on the creepier end of things!
Art by the incredibly talented
hyqris Blind Delon - Étoile FroideCategory All / All
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Size 2314 x 1592px
File Size 2.5 MB
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