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Gyshyn and Dyshyx were an inseparable duo, chained by the love they held for one another. They had long since come to terms with being the last of their kind - they would explore the multiverse in everlasting perpetuity, hand in hand, always together. Nothing could break them apart.
Yet one day, Gyshyn was struck with a curse. An incredibly powerful and vicious curse that would eat away at his body, slowly rotting it away. Dyshyx was forced to watch as his love, the only thing in the multiverse that truly mattered to him, slowly wasted away.
He would not let that happen.
For untold years, Dyshyx ravaged the planes, becoming a terror to those who had the capacity to travel between them. Countless worlds, endless realms, torn asunder in search of the impossible - something to cure his love. Something to save him from his fate.
Yet in the endless expanse of infinity, he could never find one. His search grew more violent, his rage grew uncontained. Dyshyx only grew more powerful, more adamantine. Gyshyn saw as his lover, whom he had saught eternity with, tore through the realms. A scourge on the multiverse the two had once viewed with such grace.
And there was nothing that could stop him. Nothing that would stop him. And when Gyshyn finally succumbed to his curse, he knew that Dyshyx would hold all the realms at fault. All beings would suffer for the loss of his love.
Gyshyn did not betray his love out of hatred. He did not betray his love out of sorrow. He did it out of the purest love. To spare his love from becoming the monster he saw.
And just like that, the last of their kind finally fell.
Gyshyn looked out onto the cascading lights of a newborn star. At the abomination he had become. The mockery of what he once was. He did not know why he felt such pain at the sight of himself. He could not remember. But whenever he looked out at the stars, whenever he saw them sparkle... he felt something. A mimicked heart beat coursing through his mind. A sense of longing for someone.
And somewhere out there in the multiverse, the last Suralu has returned, with a fire and vengeance in his heart at the realms that took his love from him.
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Lore:tm: character of mine, Gyshyn, the Last Primordial (not so last after all as it turns out for multiple different reasons), lover of Dyshyx and current amnesiac from the consciousness transferring process. He knows not why he wants to cry looking at the pendant and dagger, only that it causes him sorrow.
By my good friend and good artist
Phoenix-of-Starlight PLEASE do a follow
Yet one day, Gyshyn was struck with a curse. An incredibly powerful and vicious curse that would eat away at his body, slowly rotting it away. Dyshyx was forced to watch as his love, the only thing in the multiverse that truly mattered to him, slowly wasted away.
He would not let that happen.
For untold years, Dyshyx ravaged the planes, becoming a terror to those who had the capacity to travel between them. Countless worlds, endless realms, torn asunder in search of the impossible - something to cure his love. Something to save him from his fate.
Yet in the endless expanse of infinity, he could never find one. His search grew more violent, his rage grew uncontained. Dyshyx only grew more powerful, more adamantine. Gyshyn saw as his lover, whom he had saught eternity with, tore through the realms. A scourge on the multiverse the two had once viewed with such grace.
And there was nothing that could stop him. Nothing that would stop him. And when Gyshyn finally succumbed to his curse, he knew that Dyshyx would hold all the realms at fault. All beings would suffer for the loss of his love.
Gyshyn did not betray his love out of hatred. He did not betray his love out of sorrow. He did it out of the purest love. To spare his love from becoming the monster he saw.
And just like that, the last of their kind finally fell.
Gyshyn looked out onto the cascading lights of a newborn star. At the abomination he had become. The mockery of what he once was. He did not know why he felt such pain at the sight of himself. He could not remember. But whenever he looked out at the stars, whenever he saw them sparkle... he felt something. A mimicked heart beat coursing through his mind. A sense of longing for someone.
And somewhere out there in the multiverse, the last Suralu has returned, with a fire and vengeance in his heart at the realms that took his love from him.
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Lore:tm: character of mine, Gyshyn, the Last Primordial (not so last after all as it turns out for multiple different reasons), lover of Dyshyx and current amnesiac from the consciousness transferring process. He knows not why he wants to cry looking at the pendant and dagger, only that it causes him sorrow.
By my good friend and good artist
Phoenix-of-Starlight PLEASE do a follow
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Dragon (Other)
Size 2634 x 1399px
File Size 3.39 MB
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