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This is one of those species that people swear is artificially made. They look at it and think "yeah, a wizard made that." How else can it be explained? How else could such a strange yet purposefully designed specimen even exist?! I dunno, maybe it just does! Maybe this species came to be over the course of centuries, their kind slowly developing such attributes through the countless generations. Why can't it be that? I mean, this species isn't even close to being the strangest or most oddly shaped thing I have ever seen. True, I have seen a ton of specimens, so it isn't exactly fair, but I can't imagine the common folk are this blown away by a mere serpent. Like, what about whales?! How come we aren't blaming a wizard for those!? There is so much sea life out there that has the weirdest adaptations or abilities, and yet we lose our minds over this snake. It is bizarre, I tell ya! Oh I am rambling again, aren't I? Oh dear, better get to the point quickly (and smoothly)!

The creature I am referring to is known as the "Flowsteel Serpent," though most everyone just calls it a Flowsteel. As you would imagine, it is a snake. Don't think I need to dive too deep into that! What gets people all frazzled about this species, though, is their scales and composition. While most other serpents have individual scales that work together to cover its hide, the Flowsteels have sort of fused into solid pieces. Something more akin to armor plating or an insect's exoskeleton than normal snake hide. Their bodies are still flexible, it isn't one solid tube of armor, but they do lose a bit of that dexterity and extreme bendiness that other serpents possess. Slithering is a bit stiffer for them, coming off a little awkward looking. To make up for these moving difficulties, their belly scales are more spiked and ridged to help them better grip the ground and their environment. Spikes running along their sides also help them slither and maneuver, acting almost like the legs of a centipede. It is an odd look for sure, which isn't helped by their gray coloring and hefty armor. This results in many people thinking it is a living piece of metal! A blacksmith's creation brought to life!

Looking closer at a Flowsteel's body, you will find that its plating is solid as metal and its spikes are sharp as a blade. Quite the offense and defense for these serpents! This makes people think this animal charges into battle to slice foes to ribbons and deflect swords, but the Flowsteel's life isn't nearly as exciting. The species lives in rocky regions, in places where prey likes to burrow and dig. Some biomes can look like a tree trunk after termites got to it, just riddled with holes, tunnels and dens. It is within this dizzying network that prey likes to hide and rest, and it is this safety the Flowsteel looks to exploit. Their bodies are meant to wriggle through the tight tunnels, following the scent of prey to their nest. The spikes on their side grip the tunnel around them, allowing them to easily move and rotate their body however they want. Dense armor plating protects them from cave ins, and for when prey fights back. They seek to corner their food and then use their razor sharp snout to stab forth and dispatch them! In tight spaces, opening jaws wide for a bite could be difficult, so the Flowsteel instead goes for a deadly thrust! Prey is stabbed until they bleed out, and then the sharpened snout aids in carving off pieces. Snakes typically swallow prey whole, but this fellow can take them down in chunks, all thanks to their face knife!

Obviously, if predators attack, the Flowsteel has a solid body that can ward off tooth and claw. Sharps spines on their body make their thrashing far more painful and bloody, while a pointy head means a strike can take out an eye. Flowsteels possess no venom to worry about, just pure physical attack, leaving foes with deep cuts and stab wounds. There is a reason it is highly advised that you do not handle this serpent, as its sharp blades can easily cut your digits and leave your hands looking like you patted down a sawmill.

Despite what people would say, the Flowsteel is not an artificial species. They are all natural, which honestly should get people excited not confused! Isn't that cool!? Look at what nature can make! And in response, folks say "look what we can make," as of course this species can be harvested for its famous armor and knives. I think you already know what people can craft from Flowsteel parts! They are easy to turn into a finished product, resulting in iron tough weapons without the need of a forge! It is species like the Flowsteel that leads to dryad creations that look like they are made of metal, when they are still purely organic! Once again, very good stuff for when you don't have a forge! Their heads are often used for spear tips or knives, and I already know what you all are thinking! "Ooooh, Chlora, did you get another knife made out of an animal?" Oh ho ho! Very funny! Lets all have a good laugh at the lady who just happens to collect knives purely on accident! I can't help it that they look cool and that they show just how creative people can get when given an odd array of materials! These are cultural items, showing ingenuity and adaptability! To mock them in such a way is ignorance! AND I will have you know that when I came across someone who had such Flowsteel blades for sale, I didn't buy one! That's right! I have restraint! I don't just go nuts over every little blade I see! So you can take your smug guffawing and shove it! (You have two of those Flowsteel snake head knives at home, genius. -E.R.)

Chlora Myron

Dryad Natural Historian

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Just a short little thing! The entry I mean, not the snake.

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I guess it does go to show how confusing it can be to classify True Dragons and Dragon Beasts, mainly for those that do have that reptilian appearance. For creatures that are clearly mammalian, insect or other things, I feel it should be clear that those are not True Dragons. But when you get to stuff that have scales, or looks like they have scales, the line sort of blurs. You already see people baffled when you have things like scaled mammals or reptiles that look like they have a mane or fur, now mix that in with the already messy dragon classification. I bring this up because I am far more knowledgeable about these sort of things than the average person, and sometimes even I am surprised! The Longma is a good example of this, because honestly I didn't even imagine a dragon would take on such an equine shape. But obviously that is more fault of my imagination than anything else!

The Longma is a member of the True Dragon family, one that fits neatly in the category of "dragon horse." I mean, it should, because from what I have learned "Longma" literally means "dragon horse." As their name should make clear, it is essentially a draconic beast that has taken on the general anatomy of an equine, shedding its wings and bulky body for something a bit more elegant. The hooked claws and savage strength have been abandoned for legs built for running. The claws have altered themselves into hooves, now meant for sprinting instead of slicing! Of course, this means that this True Dragon has taken to a terrestrial lifestyle, remaining firmly on the ground. But that doesn't mean they are any less graceful or incredible to see! Such speed!

Longma have different social setups depending on their gender, as females tend to stay in groups while the males go solo. From what I have gathered, these herds are typically matriarchal, with an elder female leading them. The others in the group are lower females, the young and immature males not yet ready for the loner life. But once the males reach maturity, they will leave the herd, sometimes driven out. They will roam the wilds by themselves, though technically there is still a social structure in place. Territories are claimed by the elder males, patriarchs of the land where the herds and individuals dwell. They seem to make the rules within a region, that the lower males must follow, and they tend to have first dibs on the female herds when the breeding season occurs.

However, this role as emperor of the land does not come for free, as the patriarch of the territory is tasked with keeping the region prosperous and peaceful. When competition comes in to chow down on their food source, it is up to the leader to drive them away. When predators come into the territory looking to feed on the young and sick, the patriarch steps in to fight. And this entire time, they must face challenges from lesser males, looking to steal the top spot. As a result, the patriarchs are temperamental, cautious and watchful. It should be no surprise that these specimens give the Longma the role of guardian and protector in many local beliefs.

I am sure some folk would probably be surprised to hear that the Longma is an herbivorous beast. A dragon that eats grass?! Preposterous! Or maybe people will think it normal, what with it being more like a horse. Regardless of how shocking the news may be, the Longma indeed is a grazer. Vegetation is consumed, and their sharp hooves can help dig up shallow roots or bulbs. Researchers wonder if the Longma's fire producing organs may be repurposed into helping digest tough plant materials, creating potent stomach acid and a gut biome more suited for breaking down the fibers and such. That said, they can still belch fire, but it is more for show than actual damage. It is a warning sign for attackers, and a show of health when males are fighting. Though this isn't their real weapon, a Longma's strength, speed and sharp antlers are plenty for dealing with threats.

What these dragon horses are known for is their incredible speed. When they get open areas to cut loose, they can really haul it! Incredible sprinting speeds that could knock you off your roots when they zip by! This speed with their acute senses can explain why the patriarchs or matriarchs are so good at appearing when trouble arises! And when the herd goes running, you best get out of the way! It is a stampede you barely see coming, only hearing a rumble and getting a "what's tha-" before you are trampled into dust! This incredible ability adds to the mythical feel of this species, as they are said to be a beast that cannot be caught. A creature that vanishes in a flash, and can run like the very wind!

Like I mentioned, the Longma is seen as a sacred beast in local legend, a guardian of the land and a symbol of divine power. It is believed that they can sense the good or evil within one's heart, and dispense proper justice against those who harm their lands. This may bring about the idea of evil doers being smited by heavenly fire or divine retribution, but typically angering a Longma means getting stomped to death or gored on its antlers. Their scales, "hair" and antlers are incredible materials that are valued religiously and monetarily. They are goods fit for royalty, and are said to make incredible potions. However, this sorta leads into their secretive and rare nature, as past hunts for these items have made Longma very wary of man. Spotting one is difficult, as they typically sense you well ahead of time and bolt. This makes sightings rare but also fortunate, with it being a good sign to any who see them. In legends, it is said that rightful rulers will see a Longma during their ascension, proof that the heavens approve. Sad to say, your favorite dryad is not going to be heading any empires soon, as I am having an absolute mess of a time even seeing one! But I also know plenty of other dryads who would be pleased to never witness a Longma, because the combination of plant eater and fire makes them a bit wary. Can't say I have that fear, but once again, still haven't seen one! That may change if I come face-to-face with one, and it decides my head is a tempting delicacy!

As a creature called a "dragon horse," it brings about the obvious question of if you can ride one. The answer is: most likely not. At least not for you. Longma are secretive creatures and hard to even catch in the first place. That and they are incredibly smart, meaning they won't take well to training or being contained! Even then, some folk have said that raising a Longma from an egg creates a bond with the master that would allow them to be ridden. How you get an egg is beyond me, as you have to find their nest and then return without being stomped to death. But of course, that doesn't stop people from trying. Emperors and nobles offer rich rewards for those who can capture a Longma or bring them a viable egg. Because, of course, they are absolutely slavering over the idea of having one as a steed. Can you imagine? Riding a blazing dragon horse across the land? Practically flying with its incredible speed, its colorful mane like flame and a mouth spewing divine fire? .......yeah, that does actually sound pretty cool. Confound it....

Chlora Myron

Dryad Natural Historian

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How fitting that from space beasts we hop over to a dragon! It is Smaugust after all! Don't got a whole lot planned, but no doubt it would be fun to draw up some reptilian beasties! I will say, I did see inconsistent things on if this dragon horse has wings or not, but in the end I settled on no wings. Was it the wrong choice? Probably but here we are.

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Though Pwdre Ser is a strange and mysterious fluid to fall upon this world, there is one thing folks feel is for certain. This bizarre purple star jelly is no less than a Godly Fluid, a force that may one day usurp Ichor and bring about a new age. As Eitr fell to the golden blood of gods, perhaps the time will come when the rot of stars does the same to us. There are concerns regarding this future, fear of what will become of man. Combine these existential worries with the horrid spawn that are born from its presence, and you can see why many despise all this fluid represents. The Academy may be fascinated by it, seeing potential within this intrusive new element, but all others would prefer if it was scrubbed clean from our world. However, these are the feelings of man, a race that has long enjoyed the blessings of the golden age. It would be obvious that they would resist the force daring to take it all away from them. What of the race that never had a place in this world? What would they think of this new element, when all others were denied to them?

Man is the ruler of the Age of Ichor, and before them, dragons were the lords in the Age of Eitr. But there was one race that had the potential for both these Godly Fluids. The Strix were the children of dragons that dared to adapt to the golden invader, wielding both Eitr and Ichor as one. They were to be the heirs of dragonkind, those that would survive as the Age of Eitr came to a close and life was to find its place in the new era. But their parents were selfish creatures, unable to accept the fading flame. They were disgusted by this unholy union of primal flame and godly blood, and thus tore their blessing away from the Strix. As a result, the Strix were stripped of not only Eitr, but fate itself. The denial would doom their lineage, rendering their entire race stagnant and sterile. And when Ichor at last turned the world to gold, the Strix would face rejection once more. Man looked upon these wretched creatures and saw no place for them, labeling them as wicked beasts and vile omens. Thus, the potential for Ichor was also denied, leaving the Strix with nothing. Nothing but bitterness and rejection. Their kind would hide within the shadows of this world, seeing no point in partaking in an age that forced them to its edges.

For centuries, the Strix would remain in their forgotten lairs, perched upon the petrified remains of their cruel parents. They would be impartial to all around them, apathetic to the burning world of gold and its unending war. The remaining dragons were despised, whereas man and its trials were ignored. What was the point? Their kind was doomed, their future stolen from them long ago. Why would they lift a talon for a world they weren’t a part of? It was all pointless, for there was no hope for their kind. No salvation to be found. But as time passed, there would be some amongst their race who thought otherwise, who dared to hope that a future could be claimed for them. Some looked to the dying Eitr, wondering if they could take the flames from the cold dead claws of dragons. Some turned to Ichor, believing that its divine blessings could still be salvaged. Perhaps divestment from all fluids was the way, as whispered to them by the cursed serpents below. And when the heavens above wept purple, and Pwdre Ser fell upon this world, there were those who looked up and wondered…

Pwdre Ser is a Godly Fluid, and a new one at that. Its arrival to this world has occurred only in recent years, in light rains and rare phenomena. Rare patches of starfields have arisen, but it is still far from its true might. Simple Starspawn are born from it, and the rare Astral Form mutates in its presence, but that is all. Despite its power and reputation, the star jelly has no master. No race has risen from its pools to call the coming age their own. So why not the Strix? After all, they are stripped of Eitr and Ichor, nothing but empty vessels with no future. They have no love for the ages of the past and present, no loyalties that bind them to those fading eras. But the Pwdre Ser is young and new, filled with potential. Perhaps it would find them worthy. Of course, this is no simple choice. The star jelly is a mysterious and unpredictable thing, there is no telling if it can be wielded or even reasoned with. The Academy of Veritas Mundus is hard at work deciphering its mysteries, yet their research only scratches the surface. Those exposed to it are warped, mutated and destroyed. Would the Strix fare any differently? Would they be able to take this strange fluid into their forms and become one with it, or would they perish like simple beasts? There is no way for them to know, but in the end, what do they have to lose? 

At this time, in this age, Pwdre Ser is a scarce presence, and the Strix remain unsure. Here, as the great war still tears away at the Church of Divine Wealth and consumes this land in madness, the dream of the Strix remains a distant, idle thought. But what if one were to look into the future, to turn the clock forward? Go beyond the terrible war, past its conclusion and the decided fate of the Church. Years after all has settled, as the land works to heal its wounds and its people settle into their new lives. In this future, the Pwdre Ser falls more frequently, its presence more known. The gentle sprinkle of star jelly is now a rain, the signs of its true coming now loud and clear. In this time, the idea has turned to action. Those who have spent centuries sitting idly have at last decided to make their move. A faction of Strix dared to commune with the alien fluid, letting themselves be vessels for the Pwdre Ser. And for the first time in their lives, they were not denied.  

The Strix who chose to align with Pwdre Ser would find themselves accepted, their bodies deemed worthy. They would take the star jelly into themselves and be changed by it. But this transformation would differ from the Astral Forms, the horrid mutants that lived for destruction and death. No, those chosen by the fluid would become something glorious. Their frail bodies would elongate, their sad wings turning into insectile legs. As the Pwdre Ser rushed through their veins, their flesh would glow with its power, crystal spines of it jutting from their hide. A beak would become a mandible, a tail would turn to a claw. The stagnant bodies of the Strix ascended to this new form, and with Pwdre Ser’s blessing, they would be reborn as the Strixen.

From this communion would come a new race, and a new faction in this land. The Strixen would not only infuse themselves with the Pwdre Ser, but seek to become its rightful masters. Eitr had the dragons, Ichor had man, and now Strixen would be lords for this strange star jelly. It had at last given their kind hope, granted them the chance to decide their fate. They would not waste this opportunity, nor would they let anyone else steal it from them. Not again. Never again. 

The Strix were neutral to the world that rejected them, taking no part in its fate. The Strixen, however, have shed this apathetic nature. The blessings of Pwdre Ser have given them a future, something to fight for. It has empowered their bodies and minds, granted them wondrous gifts. For that, they are eternally grateful and serve it wholly. The Strixen task themselves with empowering the Godly Fluid, increasing its proliferation and influence. The true arrival of Pwdre Ser has not occurred yet, its glorious age still to come. The Strixen work to make sure nothing impedes that dawn, as well as ensuring they sit upon its throne. Though the Strixen have aligned themselves to the star jelly, they have not fully mastered it. There is still much to learn, a great alien force to be wrangled and tamed. This transcendence of theirs is still fresh, their bodies not yet fully healed. They are far from their fullest potential, and that is what they eagerly seek. Master their flesh, master the Pwdre Ser, all for the sake of eventually mastering the world. Woe onto those who dare think otherwise… 

As a new active power in this world, the Strixen find themselves facing factions and events they once ignored in their bitter isolation. The people of this land witness the same, with most only knowing the Strix from old ominous tales. Due to their ties with Pwdre Ser, there are already many who would be wary of the Strixen, especially after knowing their goals. One may think to the hostile Astral Forms and invasive arrival of Pwdre Ser and assume the worst of this new group. But one should not be fooled into thinking the Strixen are slavering destroyers. They have retained their minds and memories through this transcendence. They have their ambitions - securing the Age of Pwdre Ser and their place as masters of it - and they are unwavering in their pursuits. The Strixen do everything in their power to make sure this future comes to pass, often through cunning, trickery and manipulation. The values of the dragon lords of old are given no thought, their ancient code of honor rejected and burned. These new wielders of the stars do not bind themselves to such tired notions. Anything the dragons once believed in is something they want no part of. A knife between the ribs wins a battle far faster and cleaner than some stupid “honorable” duel. They will do what needs to be done, it is that simple.

Yet the Strixen are not cruel when there is no need. The point of their actions is to secure what they want. If their goals can be obtained in a reasonable fashion, they may opt to take that route. Though ascended to strange new heights, they still understand the value in “give and take.” Those who help them may gain favor, and allies are always appreciated. Past actions are also respected, so any who aided the Strix in some way will be seen a bit more favorably. When dealing with such parties, the Strixen do not lie or cheat. They stick to their word (though be wary of the rare tacit omission) and fulfill their promises. After all, they know the feeling of betrayal quite well, and the Strixen strive to never be like their wretched dragon parents. Those loyal to them will be respected, and the treaties they make will be upheld. But all who deal with Strixen should remember well who sits at the top. 

Be it to allies or neutral parties, the Strixen make one thing clear: this coming age is theirs. They are its rightful masters and no one else shall be their equal. They have tasted power, and they are through being ordered and coralled. If one wants to work with the Strixen, it is imperative one never demands anything from them. You can ask them, negotiate with them, but never try to tell them what to do. They are the ones calling the shots, and they will not hesitate to knock someone back into place should they forget. Allying with them earns you a spot in their age, but the hierarchy is very clear. 

For those who are neutral to the Strixen, they respond back with the same. They do not need everyone to pledge themselves to Pwdre Ser, they only care if you are in the way of it. As long as your existence and work do not go against their goals, they are content to leave you be. Try to stop them, and you are quickly deemed an obstacle. Those who oppose the Strixen do not get the respect and honesty they show to others. They will lie, cheat and steal to remove you from their path, no trick too cheap or dirty for them to use. Those who bemoan their tactics receive no sympathy, as they shouldn’t have gotten in their way in the first place. Once you go against them or harm any of their Strix brethren, you will be labeled an enemy. And the Strixen have a very good memory. Just look at their relationship with the dragons.

To those who know their history, it shouldn’t come as a surprise that the Strixen despise the dragons - they who robbed them of their future and left them to rot in the shadows; the source of all their misery and the centuries of suffering. It is a history Strixen remember well. In response, they happily seek to wipe out dragonkind and sweep its precious Eitr off the map. There may not be many dragons left in the world, but Strixen won’t be content until they are completely erased. That goes for their Eitr and any who affiliate with either of them. The professional explanation is that there is simply no room in this world for three Godly Fluids, but make no mistake. Even if all could coexist, the Strixen would never allow the dragonkind of old to know a moment of peace. Let the ancient fools and their worthless traditions fall into nothingness. Let them see the precious “legacy” they sacrificed everything for turn to dust…

Of course, with such hatred of dragons and Eitr, one must wonder about their views on Ichor. This is the golden Godly Fluid of the current age, humanity, and the Church, as well as Pwdre Ser's most direct competition. Indeed, this fluid is one they must usurp for their age to begin, but they don’t hold any particular ire towards it. Eitr was the one who denied them, Ichor simply ignored them. Thus, the Strixen are content to let it fade naturally into the shadows. The Church of Divine Wealth can putter along on the sidelines if it wishes…but only if it makes the wise choice of staying out of their way. Those of Ichor who try to perpetuate their age and deny the Strixen their right will be taken out. There is no tolerance for that nonsense. As for the factions of humanity that wish to side with Pwdre Ser, they are welcome to it. Strixen are happy to lead cults around the star jelly, as they share the same goals. Spoils will be shared and power will be granted, but all must remember their place.

If the Strixen are fine with ignoring Ichor and the Church, what of its archnemesis: the Academy of Veritas Mundus? Does that faction, untied to the golden fluid, gain the same “blessing?” After all, the Academy is the leader in Pwdre Ser research, its Astrologers the first to study the star jelly. In recent years, their efforts have increased, that arm growing in size and funding. The Academy sees a future in Pwdre Ser, and they welcome its power. Thus one would think them fine allies for the Strixen. That they would be, if the Academy was content to sit below them. Much to the Strixen's displeasure, that is not how it is. The Strixen do not see an ally in the Academy, they see a threat. The Strixen's goal is to be the lords of this new age, to be the one true master of Pwdre Ser. The Academy, with all its resources and efforts, is looking to grab that crown first. They want to be the ones to wield Pwdre Ser, they want this coming age to be theirs. The Church had its moment as the supreme empire of this land, now the Academy wants their turn at the throne. To the Strixen, this is the ultimate insult, and a blatant theft of what is rightfully theirs. Furthermore, the Academy had violated their kind's sanctity before, using Strix in experiments and dissections. Even if the Academy bent the knee, such sins against their brethren could never be forgiven. Thus, the two factions are mortal enemies, both fighting for control in this new world. Some may look to this conflict and see an echo of the past, a mirror of another time when dragons and a great institution were at each other's throats.

The Strixen's hostility towards certain factions and uncaring nature towards others may make them seem like an antisocial species. When it comes to outsiders, they do focus more on what they can gain from partnership, but this attitude changes when it involves their own kind. Strixen may be manipulative and tricky, but they will not betray their own. There is probably no other race that knows the pain of treachery more than them, their entire kind inflicted with a wound that may never fully heal. With such a betrayal ever present in their minds, the Strixen hold tightly to their kin, vowing never to make the same cruel choices as their parents. As a result, this faction sees no infighting, no petty squabbles. They work together incredibly well, as all of them understand what is at stake. Such a level of camaraderie isn’t just reserved for the Strixen, but it is also extended to the Strix who remain unchanged. Even though the Strixen have accepted Pwdre Ser and see it as their kind’s salvation, this ascension is not something they force upon others. There are Strix out there that do not see the star jelly as the answer, finding faith elsewhere or opting for no faith at all. But whatever the path, the Strixen respect their brethren's decision. After all, this entire battle is to reclaim the right to their own fate. The other Strix are merely choosing the futures they want, and thus the Strixen accept them all.

Another group on decent terms with the Strixen are the Lindwyrms, as they too were betrayed and cursed by dragonkind. The Strix had a benign relationship with these chaotic serpents, connecting through their miserable fates and hatred of the dragons. Though they have their similarities, the two do not interact all that often. The Lindwyrms’ mutative aura is too dangerous to be around, and the Strix were content to remain in their hidden lairs. There were also a few disagreements pertaining to their world view. The Lindwyrms preach the path of divestment, of breaking the shackles to the Godly Fluids and following your own destiny. The serpents look to the Strix and believe they are in the perfect position for this, as they had been denied Eitr and Ichor. They are unbound by any fluid, and thus can forge their own path. It sounds of praise, but such words can also be grating. The Strix never had a choice in this untethered path, the freedom to choose was taken from them without their consent. To be told to take the path they were forced into has struck a nerve from time to time, thus the Strix keep some emotional distance. As for the Lindwyrms, they had also grown frustrated with the Strix. They see this race stew and stagnate in bitter misery, refusing to move on or take part in the future. Meanwhile, the Lindwyrms are cursed into a useless state, their bodies their very own prisons. They do not have the strength to seize their own futures, and then they look to the Strix who are not crippled by curse. They can still take part in this world, their bodies still functional and free, yet they simply do nothing. There is a bit of bitterness to both sides, but they have remained politely neutral throughout the many long years.

It is these feelings of kinship that encouraged the Strixen to offer the Lindwryms a place in their new world. Though they weren’t exactly allies, they felt it fair to extend this kindness after all the two had been through. If the Lindwyrms sided with them and accepted Pwdre Ser, they could become a part of the hierarchy they were building. They would be below the Strixen in rank, of course, but still respected and given the proper power. But both parties already knew how this deal would end. The Lindwyrms have always been strong in their beliefs. They would never accept Pwdre Ser, or any other fluid. The treaty was given more as a professional courtesy than anything else, since the Strixen knew the Lindwryms would turn it down. But they would not mark the serpents as enemies after this refusal. The Lindwyrms made their choice, and the Strixen accepted their desire for autonomy. They could remain separate from all this, continuing to exist in the world down below. The Strixen still keep the offer open, ensuring them a place if they ever change their mind. However, they have also made it clear that this treaty will only remain if the Lindwyrms do not interfere. If they chose to go against Pwdre Ser and threaten their new age, they will indeed be seen as an enemy. And with the power granted to them by the star jelly, the Strixen have become far more formidable than their previously withered forms. 

By infusing themselves with Pwdre Ser, the Strixen have gained many blessings. The obvious one being their size, as they have grown to the mass of a proper dragon. Though their bodies look more like a centipede than any dragon or bird, their abilities still match that of draconic grace and might. While the ancient beasts of yore possessed brute strength, the Strixen have speed and dexterity on their side. Their elongated forms slither and skitter, easily outpacing targets or climbing over obstacles. Their wings have morphed to insect-like legs, which assist in their agility, but also grant them another, stranger power. It is believed that without wings, one cannot fly, but with Pwdre Ser coursing through their bodies, anything is possible. These altered limbs still allow a bizarre form of “flight,” through the manipulation of space. Watch a Strixen skitter about, and you may witness them suddenly crawl onto thin air. Their legs grab and step, yet there is nothing for them to hold onto in sight. What looks like the climbing of an invisible wall is actually their legs anchoring themselves to the very space around them, using the veil itself to hang on. These limbs pierce the air, creating purple cracks in seemingly nothing, and that is the anchor they grip. With all their limbs working in tandem, the Strixen fly through the air by crawling upon it, their bodies weaving and coiling about with strange insectile grace.   

The blessings of Pwdre Ser are not just limited to flight. They can wield the energeiai within to cast spells that alter gravity, unleash radiation and warp space. Smaller spells may be emitted from their limbs, while their pincer-like tails handle the heavier stuff. They also possess a breath weapon like the dragons, but it is not based in flame. Instead, their maws create gobs of potent star jelly. This goo can be spat out in streams, or may be blown into spheres. The spewing of bubbles may not seem like an intimidating weapon, but the combination of Pwdre Ser and Strixen craftiness quickly challenges that notion. Depending on the density granted to them, these jelly orbs can be launched like boulders from a catapult, or floated like an ordinary bubble. The Strixen can also charge these projectiles with energeiai, changing their effects when unleashed upon foes. They could detonate into blinding light, some may seep out a toxic aura, while others collapse into a sucking void that pulls in foes. In moments, the battleground can be littered with these bubbles, which wind up acting as floating mines. Or perhaps they are launched directly at enemies with a whip of the head or flick of a spindly limb. Plenty of fancy tricks and ingenious tactics can be pulled with this, but sometimes the Strixen realize the simple power of a Pwdre Ser spit stream. Spit out gooey gobs of the stuff onto enemies and obstacles, and watch the warping jelly corrode and mutate whatever it touches. If all else fails, they still have their gnashing mandibles and stabbing legs.

This strange mobility and potent spell repertoire work into the Strixen fighting style, but their greatest weapon of all is their cunning. Strixens are tricksters, relying on magic, speed and strategy to take down foes, quite unlike the bulky brutish dragons of old. They are quick to make any battle hell for their enemies, who struggle to even keep the Strixen in sight. Their agile bodies, crawling flight, and gravity control make them hard to hit or keep track of, all while they pelt you with spells and other attacks. Battles are rarely taken head on, as they much prefer to strike from blind spots or set up traps that enemies blunder into. Since they are not as durable as dragons, they seek to end fights quickly and without injury. Thus, they are not above summoning help or using cheap tricks. If they can lure out a Starspawn or an Astral Form to join the fray, then it is an easier fight for them. The key is to keep opponents confused and overwhelmed, all until a single decisive strike wins the day. 

While Pwdre Ser has granted them great power, there is one blessing they value above all else. The future promised to them by the star jelly isn’t just about ruling, it is about continuing their kind's legacy. Sure, they could convert more Strix into Strixen, but true victory for their entire race will come with regaining fertility. The dragons’ betrayal rendered them sterile, but with the boon of Pwdre Ser, it looks like they might finally have a chance at kin. The new fluid within them is restoring their ability to reproduce, even if the results of the endeavor aren't quite perfect. Strixen are still learning how to master their new flesh, and their bodies have been stunted for centuries. The element within them seems limitless, but it is also new and wild. This combination yields varying results. Young can be conceived, but they are no Strixen. These beings are smaller and weaker, a varied mix of dragon and star jelly. The brood are alien in form, yet still endowed with certain draconic features, which has led to the name “Xenodrake.” Though these young are not perfect offspring, they are still loved by their parents. The Strixen take pride in these children, for they are the first in centuries to exist, and they too can aid the new age in their own way. The Strixen still seek to refine this new reproduction so that they may one day birth proper heirs, but any Xenodrake is a welcome part of the family. This is important to remember for those who would dare oppose the Strixen. Recall the loyalty they have to their own kind and the attachments they have to their kin. Dare raise a blade against a Xenodrake, no matter how small or meager, and one earns the ire of the star dragons…

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To cap off the Pwdre Ser stuff, here be an entry a few people predicted! Some Strix indeed see Pwdre Ser as their way forward, and (in the future) side with this Godly Fluid. Like the Strix, this piece and entry was made through collaboration with my good friend @detectOplasm , who saw the potential in the Strix communing with the star jelly. The design of the Strixen was originally sketched up by him, and I only added a few details here and there because his design was so damn good! He also helped with compiling all the info we discussed about them and tweaking the entry so it flowed better. We had a lot of fun coming up with this stuff, so we hope you all enjoy! Now back to the Age of Ichor we go!

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while these characters are sure fun to draw they are a true nightmare to shade

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Hey folks! I know this is not the usual horror art content, but hear me out for a second!

Some friends and I have been helping Farah, a Palestinian girl who has been through some heartbreaking family tragedy, leave the country using a student visa. She now has a scholarship to continue her nursing studies in a French university, but we've reached a roadblock: the embassy is asking for 8400€ for her to be able to even leave the country.

So we are putting together a fundraiser to cover this and, if possible, some expenses so she can live in France and help her family! Please help us reach this goal if you have a little bit to spare!

Any little bit helps, and if you can't help right now, sharing this would be kindly appreciated! I know there are a lot of these fundraisers, and it's easy to become desensitized, but helping out here could really change a life! Thank you! <3

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The mysteries of Pwdre Ser are endless, its powers unknown. For every bit learned, more questions arise. It would be so easy to label it as a destroyer, a terrible fluid that can only bring misery. Yet, incredible transformations have been witnessed, times when its influence has created something more. The Astral Forms and Starspawn show its destructive side, but it seems that there is another. Perhaps even more. Because Pwdre Ser is a new presence in this world, thus these blessings are only the beginning. There is no telling what can arise as its influence grows. But perhaps we can see a glimpse of it, a vision of the future held within the land of dreams. Witness its miracles, and how it can affect even the most meager parts of our world.

The malformed spheres were an oddity of this world before the Pwdre Ser became known. Strange growths found randomly in the wild, like some rare phenomenon of the flesh. Lumps of meat and fur, with various stunted limbs protruding from its squishy form. If they were ever alive, no one has ever seen it. Wanderers simply find these stillborn things laying upon the ground. No one was quite sure how to explain them, with no idea of their origin or purpose. The best explanation has come from the Church, who ties their appearance to around the same time the Grotesques came to be. It is clear these malformed things are one and the same with those horrid freaks, an abomination spat out from the great cycle. The Church would say that they were souls too tainted for the cycle to tolerate, and thus they were released as these doomed wads of meat. Treat them like the other Grotesques: crush them, burn them, wipe them away from this world.

Yet, not all are so eager to eradicate these meager chunks of flesh. After all, what harm can these dead little things bring? For the Academy, they are a curiosity, a mystery they entertain themselves with. Specimens collected come in all shapes and sizes, yet none of them bring answers. Cut them open to see barely formed innards and a core of raw essence. Piles of meat and mush, that is all. Perhaps it is indeed an error of the great cycle, a rebirth gone wrong, resulting in this failed thing. For a certain cult, though, they are seen as blessings. There is wonder in the malformed flesh, a miracle buried within its flesh. They are gathered and brought to their idol to be eaten, so that these blessings can be condensed and protected. But even then, little seems to happen. No matter if you destroy them, study them, or devour them, they offer nothing in return. It could indeed just be one weird phenomenon of this land.

However, new thoughts have begun to emerge in recent years. The mystery of these fleshy things have sparked back up, but for a very odd reason. No developments have come from dissection or study. Instead, these strange musings have come from dreams. Those who have fallen asleep around one of these specimens swear they have been granted some sort of vision. A glimpse at something within these wads of meat. But why now? After all, they have been studied for quite some time, yet no one has ever mentioned these odd dreams before. Has it just been pure chance that they have been avoided til now, or has something changed? Hear what the vision shows, and you may see what people believe is the answer.

In the vision, the dreamer is out in the wilds, far from any civilization. There are no other people around, not a single living thing nearby. The only company they have is one of the malformed orbs laying upon the ground before them. The dreamer cannot move, they cannot speak, they can only watch. For a while, it remains motionless and useless, as dead as all others. But then, its flesh begins to squirm and squelch. The hide swells and eventually ruptures, the lumpy skin splitting away. But instead of barely formed bones and raw essence, something else emerges. A familiar shape, yet whole and alive.

The beings that crawl out of the split husk are shaped like eggs, yet they are not solid. Flesh of purple jelly, sporting four feathery wings and six stumpy legs. They look like some flying larva, yet no eyes, mouth, or face can be found. They emerge from this shell and unfold these glorious wings. There is a pause, a moment that feels of wonder and curiosity. A faceless orb looking to the world around it, then up to the heavens above. And then they are off, bouncing and bounding across the land like eager hyaena cubs. And with each movement, their wings flap again and again. Harder and harder, until their final leap takes them into the sky, carried upward upon gelatinous wings. They spiral into the heavens, flapping like divine birds, and it is in that moment of ascension that the dreamer sees it. A precious thing held within their bodies, glowing and gold. Nestled within like an egg, and the creature its caretaker. The dreamer only gets a glimpse of it, not long enough to truly discern it, yet they feel the truth in their bones. They feel the essence of life, the spark of being. The wonder, the potential, all held within this singular vessel. Taken to the heavens, lifted upon those strange wings. And as they watch the ascension with awe, they see the others. More of their kind rising into the sky, carrying within them that precious payload. Spiraling ever higher, until they touch the very stars.

In that glorious moment, they spread out in a glorious dance and vanish into the night. To some place far from the eyes of the dreamer. And when that last bit of purple blinks out, the rain comes. It happens in every dream. It rains as you continue to stare at the heavens above, watching them leave this world behind.

It is not long after that, the dream comes to an end. The dreamer shall return to the real world, where the little things continue to be cold and still. Will they remain like that, just useless chunks of meat, or does the future hold something different for them? Because the world is indeed changing, the purple rains falling upon our land. With it comes strange miracles. Perhaps there is truth to these visions, or maybe they are just hopeful dreams born from something outside our own minds. It is hard to say, but those who experience them cannot help but look up at the starry sky at night and wonder. Of all the lights that shine down from above, of all the possibilities out there in the vast infinite. What lies in store for us, and for other life that may be out there?

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If you have ever been tempted by a Paleozoic Pal, like a a stuffed trilobite or a full size eurypterid body pillow, now's the time to buy one, before they and a really lovely little museum are gone for good 😭😭😭

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*crawls out of the bushes* I was at the lake all day yesterday what did I miss

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Spine in all of her horrifying glory!! One downside of adding cool details is the shading becomes exponentially more difficult 🙃

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I don't think I'm ever going to do anything else

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The arrival and presence of Pwdre Ser has many people on edge. The new Godly Fluid falling from the skies is an omen of a coming age, one that could spell the end of Ichor. And if the golden Godly Fluid is dethroned, what becomes of us? What happens to humanity when our age comes to a close? Looking at the dragons and what befell them when Eitr faded, one can confidently say it isn't going to be good for us. But even if one were to ignore the disturbing prophecies of the future, the star jelly still brings with it a whole lot of destruction and death. Quite a few villages in the wilds lost to the purple rain, residents forced to flee as the sky falls and reality begins to warp. And from these jelly pools rise Starspawn and Astral Forms, alien beings of incredible power and potential that can put even seasoned warriors to shame. These entities leeching out from the starfields spread terror and uncertainty, with townsfolk scared that their homes may be the next ones invaded. So it makes sense to the common man to be afraid of Pwdre Ser and its children. It mutates and warps everything it touches. It is a fluid that can only bring misery and fear. But....is that true? Can only bad come from the star jelly, is its very existence a harbinger of doom for us? Some say yes, but there are others who are not so sure anymore. They may have seen what Pwdre Ser's spawn can do, but they have also seen her...

When the reports arose, many felt they were sightings born from delusion. The tales of naivety and desperate hopes, creating some phantom that scared townsfolk dreamed up in their time of need. It didn't help that these encounters were sporadic and rare, making it hard for anyone to predict its appearance or properly catalogue her existence. Yet, the survivors were always adamant in what they saw. A hyaena that appeared out of nowhere, one seemingly made from the star jelly itself. Reports would claim her form gelatinous and ethereal, with stars in her hide and stripes colored with the darkness of space. A mane of impossible flowing essence, her visage looking as if it would evaporate at any moment. To see such a spirit of Pwdre Ser would fill people with dread, certain this is another spawn coming to exterminate them, yet that is not what she does. As impossible as it seems for an entity made of star jelly, she has not come to harm, but rather to help.

The stories that come from these encounters vary, with many involving Pwdre Ser while others don't have the star jelly anywhere to be seen. The events themselves are also so different from one another, spanning from lost items to village wide evacuations. Some see her, others only hear her and some may only get a glimpse of a darting figure and a purple glow. Yet, there is one common theme to each of these tales, no matter how varied they are. A hermit awakened in the middle of the night by the cackle of a guard hyaena, allowing him to fight off the stealthy bandit that was breaking into his home, only realizing later there wasn't any hyaena to be found. A team of healers upon a fresh battlefield following strange glowing paw prints to a pile of corpses, only to find one soul still clinging to life. A farmer rushing out to his livestock after spotting a darting glowing hyaena, only to catch the Abductor silently descending from the sky, with just enough time to get his family to safety. An entire village fleeing their homes as the stars fell upon their land, destruction and invisible anomalies threatening to swallow them whole. Yet a lone hyaena running ahead of them in random directions, somehow guiding them to safety amongst a minefield of devastation. The fallen warrior certain of their demise as a Void grows closer, only to watch in shock as a lone figure stands between them and the entity, causing even this living anomaly to reel back in surprise. That is what is found in each of these stories, a strange ethereal hyaena that has come to help.

It is the oddest thing that people struggle to explain, to witness a creature saturated with the reviled star jelly, yet her presence one of kindness and aid. Those who have claimed to see her say she acts like a well trained hyaena, friendly around people and always loving a pat or tasty treat. Yet, what she is capable of is beyond mere animals, some even suggesting it goes beyond man himself. Folks somehow become aware of her presence at the exact moment they need to, giving them just enough time to run to safety or notice danger. Trails of paw prints that never waver or confuse, taking followers straight to a hidden refuge or fallen comrade. Those who follow her as they flee chaos and destruction notice her path swerving and changing erratically, as if she were lost or playing a game. Yet, those who believe and stay true to it are unharmed as the sky falls around them, somehow avoiding every hidden anomaly and falling meteor. And perhaps most startling of all is when she arrives during battles with Starspawn or Astral Forms, the latter being especially shocking.

These Pwdre Ser mutants wield incredible power and never falter in the face of man's greatest warriors and weapons, yet a growling hyaena causes even the biggest of them to hesitate. A rampaging Sigma devours all life it sees without pause and never gives up on a meal, yet when she dared to stand between it and its prey, the Sigma was the one who flinched. Such distractions are not for long, as the entities recover from their surprise and continue the assault. But, these brief interventions seem perfectly timed to allow the wounded or trapped to recover. Just a few seconds so that they can reach that fallen weapon, a few precious moments that let one down a healing draught to seal a debilitating wound. She cannot entirely fend off Astral Forms, but any warrior can tell you how a few seconds can be the decider between life and death.

In some cases, folks have witnessed her attacking Starspawn and Astral Forms, coming to the aid of those in dire need. She runs and leaps with impossible grace and speed, her movements like the very wind. She dodges attacks with ease, and even when struck she reforms and launches right back into it. Her ethereal nature dazzles those who watch her, yet her fighting is as simple as can be. Despite all the powers and mystery around her, she still just claws and bites her foes. No astral powers or deadly star beams, she fights like any other hyaena. Which makes the Pwdre Ser spawns' reaction even more confusing. Entities that can resist blades and tank Humor spells suddenly flail and screech when she claws at them. A story coming from the hunt of an Abductor tells of how she leapt up to bite down on a glowing tendril, and the deadly jellyfish reacted as if it had been electrocuted. It writhed and bellowed in confusion and agony, all while a mere hyaena dangled off a single limb of an entity capable of vaporizing entire platoons. She never seems to do much actual damage herself, but her presence alone creates distractions and openings that fighters can capitalize on. And once the foe is slain and the day is won, she will eagerly receive head scratches before melting away into the wind. For when her duty is done, she is gone. No one knows where she goes, or what decides her arrival, yet folk feel hope in these dire times.

She doesn't appear every time there is a disaster or battle, as her appearances are sporadic. Folks have tried to predict her movements, yet always fail to create a sound theory. She can appear for the greatest of threats, but then also show up when a child cannot find their beloved toy. It seems she knows danger before it even shows up, can foresee disaster before it can strike. How she does this, one cannot be certain. All that can be said is that it is her connection to Pwdre Ser that must allow these possibilities to exist. But how can that be? He can she even be? People were quick to assume her an Astral Form, yet nothing about her fits that label outside of "animal + star jelly." All other entities from that category are voracious and powerful, while she seems like any helpful hyaena, save for the impossible timing. Is it possible that a wild hyaena happened to be mutated by Pwdre Ser? Sure, it could be, but the Astrologers say that isn't it. Why do they say that? Well, because they think they might have been the ones who made her.

The story remains within the Academy, not shared with outsiders. A tale of an experiment with Pwdre Ser that has been kept under wraps. It took place at an Astrologer's tower, where the staff eagerly studied the nearby starfield and the purple rains that fell. Like all Astrologers, they wished to expand their knowledge of this star jelly, find any way to unlock a mere fragment of its secrets. Things would go on as they normally do, until chance would allow an incredible opportunity. During the usual surveys of the starfield, a temporary gravitational anomaly in one spot was discovered. Within a small radius, gravity was reversed, causing all things that entered to be sent shooting up into the sky. The obvious dangers of the anomaly was seen and thus it was marked out on their "star map" so researchers and explorers did not blunder into it. Such anomalies were short lived and sporadic, so the Astrologers figured it would be gone soon enough. When a potent Pwdre Ser storm began to form, the researchers scurried to get their equipment together. The readings and measurements they would gain were valuable, but one Astrologer did bemoan the fact that they couldn't get closer to the purple cloud. And that was when the realization struck. The perfect chance. The Academy dreamed of launching instruments and collectors up into the sky to study the cosmos, but they were years away from making such breakthroughs. But this handy little anomaly, though, could let them skip the wait for a precious moment.

With the storm forming and preparing to unleash, the Astrologers scrambled to assemble a pod that could contain their instruments and carry them up into the cloud. They didn't have much time, as they had to prep it, carry it and deploy it before the weather let loose, as even Astrologers are not keen being caught in a starfall. But as it came together, another opportunity was realized. The pod they had could fit their equipment, but there was still some space. Measurements were indeed good, but what about another form of testing? Here was the chance to launch a living specimen up into the heart of pure Pwdre Ser, an opportunity they could not pass up on. The information gained from such an experiment would be invaluable! However, lab specimens were woefully meager, and they had little time to prep the untrained beasts. The senior Astrologer would turn their gaze towards one animal that was on site, a beloved pet of one of their staff members. The fellow Astrologer had with him a trained hyaena named Felicette, a dear companion that was very friendly and well behaved. She had been around the lab and the fringes of the starfield, thus she was not afraid. And with her being well trained, she would not cause the damage a wild specimen would when sealed into the pod. Thus, Felicette was deemed to be the perfect subject they had on hand to send into the storm. Of course, her master refused to part with her, but the majority vote overruled his objections. In the name of research and progress, sacrifices had to be made. The Astrologers assured him they would do all they could to ensure a safe return, arranging the pod for her comfort and including parachutes and runes that had a high chance of pulling off a soft landing. But no one was fooled by these efforts, as they knew full well what happened to many creatures exposed to Pwdre Ser. When Felicette was taken to the site and sealed into the pod, he said his tearful goodbyes.

The pod would pushed into the reverse gravity well and sent into the heavens, taking Felicette with it. The Astrologers could not stay to watch, as the star fall was about to rain down. They fled to a shelter and weathered out the storm, praying that the pod and its instruments would survive the trip. Eventually, the weather would pass, and the team would emerge to see what remained. There was the wonder if the pod would return with the rains, but it could not be located. Further investigation found the gravity anomaly now fading, its short life petering out. It would collapse, and the blessing that let them enact this plan was over. But yet, the pod did not return. Tracking runes inscribed into the capsule failed to reveal its location, and the Astrologers would fear that their data was lost. And one amongst them was certain he had lost his dearest friend, consumed by guilt and feelings that he had betrayed her. But then, weeks later, the runes would activate and the pod was located. The Astrologers scrambled to follow the signal, thrilled that it was working. Their path, however, would take them far from the starfield, to the point where it felt like they were crossing the entire continent. The pod would be found in a field, yet no Pwdre Ser had fallen here. The capsule would still be sealed shut, giving them hope. When they opened it, their instruments were intact and readings were salvaged. But Felicette was nowhere to be found. Despite the pod being locked and untampered with, the hyaena was gone. Her master mourned her, certain that he had sent her to her doom. But now....now her true fate may finally be answered.

Somehow, in some way, Felicette has become infused with Pwdre Ser, turning from a beast into some kinda of spirit. The Academy is unsure how such a thing happened, as any other instances of hyaenas encountering Pwdre Ser has caused nothing like this. Efforts to replicate this have failed, as even getting the pod into the storm was a miracle in itself. Some are certain that this transformation is beyond what the Academy currently can pull off, calling for certain conditions, materials and improbability they cannot duplicate. Thus, the Astrologers try to locate her or document her in some way, yet they often fail due to her unpredictable appearances. One Astrologer in particular is doing everything in his power to find her, as he feels it is his duty to apologize to her for his failure. He should have protected her, he should have done something to stop this...

Yet, despite the unfortunate origin, one cannot ignore the fact that Felicette is a being of kindness and assistance. When she appears, she always comes to the aid of others and gives hope to those who feel abandoned. She is friendly to humans and willing to fight to protect them against beings far greater than her. Though she has been turned by Pwdre Ser, it seems Felicette is still Felicette. Despite being used as a lab specimen and supposedly sent to her doom, she does not bear any hate. She has the love of humanity in her heart, and remains a good friend and companion. No matter what has happened or will happen, she will be there on the side of man, doing what she can to be a good girl. And that not only brings comfort to the people, but also hope. Because Felicette has been exposed to the worst of Pwdre Ser, sent to a place where man fears. Yet, she has returned whole, her body changed yet her soul still gentle. Could this mean that there is more Pwdre Ser? Could it be that not all changes born from it are detrimental to man? And if something as kind as Felicette can emerge from it, will humanity still have a chance with the changing of the ages?

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Whatwhatwhaaat? Life and Pwdre Ser mixing, and turning out good? Hmmmmm, interesting!

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wanted to try drawing Spine but figured her other two partners in crime needed some time in the limelight

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get you a girl with Toxins