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– All light is sacred to the Eldar. But Wood Elves love best the light of the stars.

– I always thought it is a cold light. Remote and far away.

– It is memory... precious and pure. Like your promise.

Cry and draw…

My Kili the Dwarf 💔

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Just love them both to the Moon and back…

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Hey there! We love the recent Aloy watercolor you posted! Would you be happy for us to share this in an upcoming Community Spotlight post or video – with full credit, of course? We would also plan to share the photo on the PlayStation website and the Guerrilla website in our Horizon franchise photo walls. Let us know via DM. Thanks, Guerrilla Community Team.

Hi! It’s an honor for me. I would be very happy to share my creativity. I am very grateful for what you are doing! Thank you for this wonderful game, for such lively characters and for a world that I want to come back to again and again. And thanks for Kotallo ❤️❤️❤️ I'm still waiting for the sea shell quest...

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Kotaloy Celebration Week ❤️

I'm so glad that I managed to finish this art within a Kotaloy celebration week!

Text by @koteevna I love her, and her magic words.

“Any Tenakth dreams of dying with honor and meeting his end by kissing the hottest flame...”

He gently took a strand of her hair, free of beads, and exhaled. Aloy didn't move, but the shadows of the night and the bonfires below drew their own patterns around her. Was he going crazy, or was her hair made of fire too: Her strand singed his fingers, but in a way that was tender. He bent lower, guided by her scent and the clarity of the moment. His Tenakth nature growled and raged inside him, demanding to interfere and capture all of her, but Kotallo was too afraid to extinguish this spark that flared up between them.

Not now. The time would come when the fire of her soul would consume him completely.

“I want to burn, Aloy... I want to touch your fire.”

She sighed and closed her eyes. Kotallo could have sworn by the Ten that her composure was cracking as much as his.

Something happened inside his Commander. Something bright that made her open her eyes and look at him like never before. Aloy stretched out her arms to him, sitting closer, and Kotallo mirrored her pose. She ran her hands over his shoulders, stroking the back of his head. She lifted her head and the intensity of her gaze made him forget about breathing.

“So burn, Kotallo. Kiss me and burn,” she whispered.

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I love watercolor painting and Aloy too ❤️

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Long hair, again 😅

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Handsome Big Man

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A quiet moment…

Moment of kiss.

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More marshals!

Fashav, I want more art with Him)

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“Beloved Marshal” ❤️

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Perfect ❤️

“Blue flowers” for @foxtober

When Kotallo saw a blue blanket of flowers with sunny centers, he sighed in surprise. Kotallo loved the color blue: he said that this color reminds him of Sky in his house.

The romantic side of Kotallo could not pass by this place.

He gently laid her on the warm

ground after a hot day, kissing her reddish,freckled cheeks. She gave in easily and kissed his perfect lips.

Smiling slyly, Kotallo whispered at her lips:

"When was the last time you lay in the middle of a meadow?"

She frowned and looked around the completely clean and serene field of flowers, colliding with the evening sky closer to the horizon.

Really. When?

"Fifteen minutes, Aloy. Enjoy it"

She lay down and froze and lay still, analyzing all her feelings.

“Just breathe, love.”

It was so simple and complicated at the same time. Just lie there and breathe. Aloy couldn't say for sure when she had done it last. Carelessly. Without thoughts. Just taking your time. Look at the sky shimmering with evening haze.

There was still time before Nemesis.

The fingers of her right hand felt something magical. They lazily touched the silk petals of meadow flowers, fingered thin blades of grass.

Sometimes she dug her fingertips into the soft, fertile soil.

She took a deep breath of the gentle meadow air, followed with her eyes the soft light of a firefly dancing in a spiral around her face.

She closed her eyes blissfully.

She smiled and with her left hand felt the pigtail of the man lying with the jack and pulled it, teasing the big tenact more.

At the same time, she felt as if she was touchin thunderjaw by the tail with impunity. It was really like that.

Kotallo gasped noisily and grinned.

"You were enough for exactly five minutes. And I'm not pulling your hair."

She smiled broadly, playing with his many braids. The striking contrast between the feeling of the softness of the earth and the night, gently scented flowers and the smoothness of the bone and stone beads in his hair made her purr blissfully.

But maybe that was Kotallo's fault, too. His firm presence nearby, warmth and tenderness gave something different, incommensurable in simple words, a feeling.

Be here. Breathe next to him. Listen to her heartbeat and swear in her thoughts that she hears the measured beating of his strong and big barbaric heart.

She relaxed into his caress while he gently fingered the strands of her hair like silk ribbons.

Kotallo often said that her hair is a pure soft flame that can be stroked and passed through her fingers without fear.

She couldn't resist, and hiding a laugh, said:

"Sometimes I think you like my hair more than me."

"You are as accurate as ever in your conclusions," Tenakth noted with a slight irony. She pulled his braids again, harder this time. He breathed her name reproachfully. "Aloy."

"Yes?" she asked quietly.

"Another ten minutes. Breathe."

"Good."

"My impatient huntress. We have nowhere to hurry. Do you remember?"

There was contentment in his tone and she could feel his smile. The one that was just for her.

And she believed every word he said.

In fact, she was ready to lie there for an eternity. With the man who loved her that calm and quiet cradle of lights. He loved her so desperately, wildly and passionately, as if there was no one else in this world.

Among the flowers, herbs and sparks of the darkening sky. She smiled back at him, knowing that he would feel the same.

Even with her eyes closed, she knew the secret:

«Nemesis is still a long way off. Nemesis will be defeated.»

Twilight descend like a silk veil on their skin.

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“Blue Flowers”

I hope you are enjoying your holidays as well like these two. 🥰

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May your holidays be full of warmth and cheer!!!

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White paint

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Something special…because I love them both soo much.

And special for @koteevna and her fic, which inspired me to this art…

“Aloy got down from her chair, taking a step towards him. The cozy silence spreading between them tingled. She smelled sweet, Kotallo suspected that this smell was associated with scented soap and extracts that the Utaru added to their paints and detergents. He wanted to count the petals on her golden skin. And he held his breath while, in slow motion, Aloy raises her left palm, and her fingers intertwine with his, in a timid and clumsy touch. Unable to believe his eyes and feelings, Kotallo slowly exhales, looking into her eyes.

"I'm not a Tenakth, Kotallo. And I do not know what you were like before… the Embassy. I don't fully understand your customs, and I don't want to... take a cruel attitude towards those who prove their worth over and over again.” The hand tightens, resolutely, and she timidly looks at the man. “But I know Kotallo, who is standing next to me now. And it hurts me to see... that you don't feel whole. The way I see you.”

The tenderness in her voice was genuine. Not believing his luck and courage, he lifted her hand and gently touched his lips to her knuckles, stroking her delicate palm. He doesn't know what he's done to deserve this moment. Now he could really believe that he was a complete and whole person. Maybe it was true. If his Commander thought so.

Very slowly, Aloy takes a step back from him, without breaking eye contact. One more step and her hand slips out of his hot palm, and inside he mourns the loss of her touch.

“Good night, Marshal.”

“Good night, Commander.”