#Anska

[avakkins-alter]

#RaorArt | Anska

[detournementsmineurs]

"L'Armée des Romantiques" série documentaire animée d'Amélie Harrault, décembre 2024.

[helgiafterdark]

anska ~

[motherofcats666]

Also Anska keeps yelling "Burn the vampire!" in battle so uhhh maybe not the best character to try her out on 🤣

[miamaimania]

'Isaure Anska'

[thegazeisfemale]

Isaure Anska

[thoughtsaboutgirls]

Isaure Anska

[estamtam]

My attack on artfight 2024! For @finalendlessinc , @spiritonadventure , anska (on artfight) and @peachesgarden

I still trying to not torture myself since I haven't drawing much like before. But I having fun drawing so far :D

[freedomfireflies]

mine extra today….. oh my god

ANSKAS UGH I LOVE

When I first posted it, I had an AI edit as the cover but I know a lot of people feel uncomfortable with it, so I changed it BUT I love seeing these for fun 😭💞 they really help round out the scene in my head and I adore you for sending this 🥹

[the-bad-art-blog]

New OCs!

Sorry about disappearing for a while.

Used picrew to make images of my "Cannon" Elder Scrolls protags. at the end of their stories.

From top to bottom,

Varis Veloran, The Nerevarine.

Luc Demens, HoK/ CoC.

Anska Cloudwalker, The Last Dragonborn.

Picrew:

[spyroforlife]

playing Skyrim some more

finally decided to go check out High Gate Ruins since I'd gotten the letter from a friend telling me about the word wall there, so like. Why not, right?

Get there and realize that's the place where you help Anska go find the sealed scroll containing information about her family's lineage

cool, she can come along with me, I don't care

She's a fine companion, she takes care of herself in battle, she manages to avoid the traps along the way, I have no problem with her

but then the fun part happens

See I also have my good buddy Inigo with me. And in a smaller room, we get into a fight with a couple draugr and one of Anska's spells accidentally hit Inigo

Before I even know what's going on, he's turned on her and taken her out with one swing of the mace of Molag Bal. Quest failed

UHHH

...I look up what my quest reward was gonna be and turns out it's just a spell tome I wouldn't have used anyway. So. I shrug and keep going. RIP Anska, that's what you get for fireballing my favorite blue kitty cat

[detournementsmineurs]

Marianne Anska dans "Le Gerfaut" mini-série de Marion Sarraut (1987) - d'après "Le Gerfaut des Brumes" de Juliette Benzoni (1976-81) - novembre 2024.

[mistyautumntree]

Inversement entre ciel et terre // by Isaure Anska

[motherofcats666]

Also I decided to see what Anska is like as a follower. 5 minutes later she picked a fight with the Companions who were killing a bear. *facepalm* 😂

[bluescalestheargonian]

---Last Seed, 19th, 4E 201--- I slept at a camp near the shipwreck. I have refilled my waterbottles by heating the salt water. I have also cooked some meals for the road. I followed a woman neamed Anska into a strange nordic ruin, where she wanted to get some kind of scroll. We had to fight some strange floating undead being named Vokun.

She rewarded me with the spell Flaming Familiar. I can have a fire wolf! I'm so excited! And I cleared my first real nordic ruin! I'm really turning into an adventurer!

(^my fire wolf!)

[weeping-gospels]

Warmth..

The sunlight beamed down on fresh skin. Evergreen eyes full of magnificent life fluttered open to the sound of her name being called, a fragile body slowly rising from the patch of grass that had improvised as a bed for the shaman during her slumber. The faint sound of bells jingling came ever nearer and caused the young woman to curiously look over at the emerging folks, her heart skipping beats excitedly at their arrival — her sem’ya. Stumbling to her feet, the jingling bard buoyantly bounded over with open arms, her footsteps as light as feathers and a heart open with innocent curiosity and love.

“ BETTY! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, SESTRA?! “

The tallest element of the mind called out, laughing and waving his bandana,

“ SESTRA, HURRY, HURRY! ANSKA WILL BE HERE SOON! WE’RE GOING TO MISS THE CARRIAGE! “

Another shouted, adorned with the brilliant, forest markings of his earth element.

“ DIMITRIUS! GIDEON! “

Betty hollered back, running as fast as her legs could carry her, tears cascading down her cheeks.

Home. Home was warmth. Home was the feeling of sunlight on skin that birthed life instead of decayed every passing second. Home was with her family.

The three embraced tightly, tears for days and spiritual bells clanging and jingling together. A chorus of laughter and joy, an intense sensation of unyielding determination to live. To prove to the world that the Shavali lineage were more than murderers and thieves. Yes, they were the embodiments of the elements surrounding the universe, blessed and created by all of the Gods and gifted with the ability to speak with both the living and the dead. The Shavali were the people of the thin veil between the above and below. The spiritual communicators. Nothing could shatter a Shavali family’s strong bond.

“ You’ve grown so much..look at you, Bethanne.. “

Feeling a warm palm cup her cheek, the doe eyed woman blinked up at her eldest sibling and placed her hand over his own,

“ All because of you, brother. All because of you. “

“ Da, we’re so proud of you. So proud. We’ve gotten to watch you grow into an independent hero! We love you so much.. “

The voices began to fade slowly as her regeneration process began, whisking the pleasant memories of her family away. Just as soon as it began it had left — and left her with another open, mental wound to tend to whence awaking back into the cursed immortality.

Hours passed before she slowly sat up back in her humanoid facade, seeking to see if Gluttony had bothered to remain by her side or simply let her pass away in peace.

Either way…it’s been a long time since she had been blessed with a good memory.

Flickering between the very thin veil of life and death, the crumpled up Dhampir could only let out a sour groan as he rose from the cradling position, now promptly wrapping both arms around him to initiate more close contact. As fast as it had began, the hold on him became meek as if she had lost her muscles as well, the two limbs drooping and hanging loosely by the interlocking of her digits around his body.

“ H-Hold….me… “

A simple dying wish.

It’s been so long since someone stayed with her through her dying moments.

More than often than not she was alone to perish. Everyone knew she was immortal and could reincarnate as easily as shedding scales — even so, it would so pleasant to have comfort through the unyielding agony.

When was the last time she had been properly hugged?

Tears streamed down the beast’s face as she felt her senses begin to shut down. His voice sounded muffled and distant, the smell of copper faded, the taste of rotten blood became numb, and her barely open eyes continued to focus on only him.

“ G-Glut…eeeeggh…. “

More blood gargled, waterfalling out of her mouth to prevent her from speaking.

There was no energy spared to stop herself from choking.