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A twirl through barren branches, a flash of immaterial essence, and then, gone. Gone from the woods, and through the winding of twinkling snowflakes, that brazen starlight within mortal grasp.
As Metaxi's vision returned, he exhaled, happy to be with form after his tricky jaunt. The breath fogged from his caprine nostrils, and, for the first time since this season's frost, he frowned with discomfort. His barren chest, unused to this strange new place, shivered as he felt the unnatural cold and rising thrill of a strange, distant location. His furred fingers ached and fuzzy hooves numbed as he scratched and pranced forward, spying the towering geometry of a most imposing retreat. Stone, clay, and earth, contoured by forces mightier than tool or hand, spiraled into alien, arcane designs. Some of the most imposing towers even pierced a terrifyingly low sky, the roof energized with magic so powerful it jagged into the endless stars like a dagger. He, a simple traveler (barely anyone of note), stood at the base of such a place, a beastly guest adorned in simple garb unfit for a withering cold beyond mortal comprehension.
Still, the structure he arrived at couldn't be anything but what he had hoped; An impossible space home to a loving acquaint—friend of a—a long term admirer, at least.
"Impossibly intriguing. Now!"
Despite the frost's lethargy hexing his barren arm, Metaxi twirled his fingers as nearby ferns, resilient and noticeably infused with might, unraveled at his command; A forest prince decreed they provide, shift, and protect. In a flash, the once barren goat stood ready for any chill or frost. He cozily wriggled his warmed fingers in fitting gloves, tapped his frilly hooves in idle dance, and joyously flipped his tail beneath a trailing holly green double button coat.
As if beckoned by his arcane manipulation, a shadow, looming and unflappable, melded from the castle's entrance and into reality. The darkness flitted with stars that concentrated along the boundless edges, defining the creature's strix features with horrifying beauty.
Metaxi grinned.
"Aaaah, the master of the house! Oh eyes in the dark branch, keeper of the starry void, granter of wishes, I offer thee...my company."
Metaxi finished his introduction with a hearty wink and a truly royal boy so deep his elbow scrapped the snow.
"I have come to play and seek entertainment. Pray forgive me as I make my own merriment."
Metaxi is mine~
Art by the otherwordly
The Owlverlord
As Metaxi's vision returned, he exhaled, happy to be with form after his tricky jaunt. The breath fogged from his caprine nostrils, and, for the first time since this season's frost, he frowned with discomfort. His barren chest, unused to this strange new place, shivered as he felt the unnatural cold and rising thrill of a strange, distant location. His furred fingers ached and fuzzy hooves numbed as he scratched and pranced forward, spying the towering geometry of a most imposing retreat. Stone, clay, and earth, contoured by forces mightier than tool or hand, spiraled into alien, arcane designs. Some of the most imposing towers even pierced a terrifyingly low sky, the roof energized with magic so powerful it jagged into the endless stars like a dagger. He, a simple traveler (barely anyone of note), stood at the base of such a place, a beastly guest adorned in simple garb unfit for a withering cold beyond mortal comprehension.
Still, the structure he arrived at couldn't be anything but what he had hoped; An impossible space home to a loving acquaint—friend of a—a long term admirer, at least.
"Impossibly intriguing. Now!"
Despite the frost's lethargy hexing his barren arm, Metaxi twirled his fingers as nearby ferns, resilient and noticeably infused with might, unraveled at his command; A forest prince decreed they provide, shift, and protect. In a flash, the once barren goat stood ready for any chill or frost. He cozily wriggled his warmed fingers in fitting gloves, tapped his frilly hooves in idle dance, and joyously flipped his tail beneath a trailing holly green double button coat.
As if beckoned by his arcane manipulation, a shadow, looming and unflappable, melded from the castle's entrance and into reality. The darkness flitted with stars that concentrated along the boundless edges, defining the creature's strix features with horrifying beauty.
Metaxi grinned.
"Aaaah, the master of the house! Oh eyes in the dark branch, keeper of the starry void, granter of wishes, I offer thee...my company."
Metaxi finished his introduction with a hearty wink and a truly royal boy so deep his elbow scrapped the snow.
"I have come to play and seek entertainment. Pray forgive me as I make my own merriment."
Metaxi is mine~
Art by the otherwordly
The Owlverlord
Category Artwork (Digital) / Still Life
Species Satyr
Size 1614 x 2283px
File Size 2.22 MB
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