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My Telegram: My Telegram: https://t.me/levshaArtist My Furaffinity: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/levsha/ My Twitter: https://twitter.com/LEVSHAandy
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Getting distracted once again For Doggts and GriffThatOneOtter
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But.. He did, however, stop at one point. Right before his destination, in fact. There where, right in front of the grand throne room doors, stood a statue of a veiled character - beneath its coat, one so colourless yet so full of detail down to the folds, tears and the pattern it wore, what stood out were six limbs of the creature: four arms, two legs. All skinny, exhausted, starved. All covered in scabs, scars, old wounds. Fingers stretched out, broken and fixed, ending with claws that still seemed oh so sharp. Gaalan often found himself stopping in his tracks even for just the briefest of briefest moments, right here before the statue. His birth name: Ad'rry'ach. Kra’amraak, the Feeder. Aval'aan, the Father. Vahtiftz, the Plague. One name that stuck the most though was the very same one supposedly repeated by his own enemies to instill fears in none other than themselves: He-Who-Dies. He was said to have taken on the grand responsibility of feeding his starving Hive, of finding them a source of nourishment, of taking them out to hunt, slaughter, grow and murder. First one to achieve the higher consciousness, an important aspect of insect philosophy separating the intelligent from the mad and the feral. But Ad’rry’ach’s fame didn’t come from war successes - no, not at all. Nowadays those are but a sparkle compared to the shining star of the Wasp Hives, especially following their unification. The glory and the name of He-Who-Dies came from his curse. No matter the amount of pain inflicted upon his chitinous body, his soul always refused to leave. He had been buried in dirt, held underwater until the liquids claimed him, thrown off cliffs and burned on stakes. Yet each time he came back and none knew how or where from – his body parts, if those survived, would often disappear from their resting place. -- excerpt from my short story, "GAALAN II: An Out-of-Season Reward" My Mantis character depicted as the Necrophage leader from Endless Legend, who was also an inspiration behind an insectoid legend I wrote about in my world building, as drawn by Nemesisilit!
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He doesn't even work here, lol. He found the employee shirt in a second-hand shop.
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Mantis Commission for TheSoundNinja95 Science time!
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A slightly more mischievous look to her! More versions on my Twitter!
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Cira's a bit embarrassed to be showing off like this! But it's okay, I think she's rockin it. More versions on my Twitter!
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