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Wrathion Journal Day 5

Apologies for the delay, oh, who am I apologizing too? Myself?

I have been hard at work crafting a cloak for my champion to use against N'Zoth, using the scales of Onyxia and other fellow brethren I found in Blackrock Descent. My champion is a Death Knight named Puriaa, who has the strangest sense of humor is very quick with a flirt. She...tries my patience, though I'm certain I've tried hers as well. Regardless, she does well against the machinations of N'Zoth.

He appears at random through the world, the Black Empire bleeding through the fabric of reality. He seems to be concetrating his efforts in Uldum and the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. That beautiful vale has only just begun to heal after the chaos Garrosh wrought upon it so many years ago. It's horrific to see.

It helps her undead nature shields her from much of N'Zoths influence. We successfully infiltrated a vision wrapped around the Halls of Origination, undoing a plot to capture the device. it has given me and idea, but it will require some fine tuning.

I can't stop thinking about Kale. I took a walk today, and found my gaze lingering east, towards that filthy hovel he calls home. Why can't he stay closer? I could get him a tent easily. The man prefers to be alone. I felt...wonderful has he held me in his arms. Writing this down is embarrassing, but I fear I must, as it certainly helps me get my thoughts in order. He's enamored with my body, for sure. I crafted this visage to be attractive to mortals, male and female, but I was never aware of it going this far.

I found him in the sands. Shattered. Blood everywhere. Terror gripped me. I can't describe what I felt, only that I dragged his broken body to be healed once more. The man was irate; it took everything in me not to panic. He refused to tell me what had happened, only that he'd been attacked. He flew off, angry and blustered, and I chose not to follow. He can only mean N'Zoth attacked him, and I have to admit I don't see a fault in that logic. The Old God would have his revenge. I will leave him alone, for now. I have plenty to keep me occupied in the meantime.

[spyrakis]

After reading @thetravelerwrites stories with Declans Kin I couldnt help but want to make a young one who's had a troubled childhood and wishes to be within a safehouse. So here I introduce Kale a young wolf shifter who was shunned from their pack after their father's betrayal. They're only 10 and were left to fend for themselves within the woods. I might make a big post with all written info on them because I tend to go in depth with words and I dont want to make this post too long. I appreciate the chance to be able to even make the Kale within that universe. An I cant wait to see more stories within the Shelter Forest universe I do truly enjoy those the most 💗💗💗 Please keep up the good work, an stay healthy with amazing days to come!!!

[grimgloomus-blog]

Some faces I liked from a quick little one page comic for class. was inspired by old school animation and wanted to try to establish a simplified style to use now and then. Still not sold on the hands yet. . . . . . . . #Kaleoc #jasperoc #mysterbrewcomic #mysterbrew #chibi #cute #comic #screentone #silly #faces #myart #instaartwork #instaart #sketch #demon #witch #origianlcharacter #mycharacter #mangastudio #digitalart #clipstudiopaint #dddoc

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Scars

The scars stood out on his back; pale lines that ran in paralell tracks down lengths of rigid muscle, crossing his spine, and ending towards his ribs. They were deeper, more jagged or warped, towards his shoulder blades. There were so many, jagged, criss-crossed lines. Sabellion was deeply curious about what could have caused such an injury in Kale, who, by all accounts he'd heard of, preferred stealth and subterfuge to kill his foes. Sabellion mulled on it for many months, reminded of the scars when Kale would shuck off his shirt to do work around the citadel. Finally, annoyed that his curiosity had never been sated, he asked him. Kale was working on a piece of jewelry made out of dragonscale, hammering away at metal. Sabellion stood at a distance, watching for a time, before asking the question that had bothered him off and on. "Where did you get those scars?" Kale paused, arm outstretched, hammer raised. Sabellion waited. "Do you truly wish to know the answer?" Kale answered, turning from his work. Sabellion nodded, crossing his arms. "Why would I not? It must have been a brilliant fight." Kale let out a bark of laughter. Sabellion frowned. Kale, still chuckling, approached him, and with a hand on Sabellions shoulders, spoke. "They're from your nephew, Sabellion. And no, we don't fight." He grinned, walking away. Sabellion never asked personal questions again.

[thaidakar-is-hot]

Ask me questions about Wrathion, Kale, Dragonflight, my lore, The Wrynns, or I guess the Cosmere.

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I always make Kale this big, buff guy. (Mostly because as a Planore and a flyer, he'd have larger muscles and mass due to activity.) But in reality he'd be a skinny man.

I love the thought but also I love that he dominates Wrathion, so it's kinda this...double edged sword.

This person's art is astounding and their Garth OC reminds me of how Kale really should look, body shape wise. Just overall beautiful artwork, please check it out.