#Mystical creature
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danniwithaneye Ā· 3 months ago
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Im having a very happy halloween so Im doing good! Loving the threatening aura by the way, very chic!
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tyto-and-tenebricosa Ā· 9 days ago
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Another Child
Warning: Implication of a child's passing
ā€œThey are out thereā€¦ā€
Her voice was low, heavy with worry and fear.
She stood by the entrance of their hollow, hunched over in a feeble attempt to make out more of the forest floor. Her talons gripped the wood beneath her so strongly it splintered, the blade-like pieces digging into her skin.
ā€œDo you think they will attack?ā€, her much smaller mate, resting in the comfortable nest a few meters behind her, asked, shifting a little to adjust his position, a small bundle of down curled up next to him for warmth and protection. It was as white a snow, so fluffy It could as well be mistaken for a ball of cotton.
ā€œI donā€™t know.ā€ She admitted, straightening her back and turning towards him, bright yellow meeting gorgeous blue as their gazes locked. ā€œThey areā€¦known to be unpredictable. Especially when in groups.ā€
He hummed in understanding, not quite sure how to respond. He turned his head away, once more, staring down at the small child, his daughter, that slumbered so calmly, unaware of the danger surrounding them. Of the thread that loomed over their little family of three.
As it should be.
ā€œWhat if they do?ā€, he asked once more, gently nudging his little oneā€™s head into a better position. She made a small sound, clearly displeased to be disturbed, but she did not wake, far too comfortable in her fatherā€™s loving embrace.
ā€œThen I will have to fight.ā€, his beloved wife answered, turning her attention back to the darkness of the night, her ear tufts held high.
ā€œWe both know that you would not survive this.ā€, he argued, silently but insistent.
She didnā€™t answer right away, knowing his words to be true. She merely turned her attention back to the nightā€™s darkness, her eyes darting around in a desperate attempt to spot the intruders that were lurking out there, probably just waiting for the right moment to attack. They were known to melt into the night as if they were a part of it, moving with a silent grace that was as damning as it was impressive.
When she found nothing, she growled in frustration, splintering the wood a little more as she dug her claws into the dry wood beneath her feet. And once the echoes of her frustration passed, she made a decision.
ā€œThe night only lasts a few more hours.ā€, she began, glancing backwards at her husband and her child once more. He was preening their daughter now, making sure she looked pristine even in her sleep. ā€œOnce the sun comes forth, we shall pack our things and leave.ā€
The male stopped in his movement, a few down feathers still between his beak as his belovedā€™s words reached his ears. He straightened his neck, looking at her in shock, those gorgeous blue eyes, as unique as beautiful, as wide as they could get. ā€œAreā€¦are you certain?ā€
She nodded, her head snapping towards a small movement that she caught in the corner of her eye. However, what she believed to be a monstrous predator was a single, small squirrel that was hopping from tree to tree, squeaking in panic when it noticed the predatorā€™s presenceā€¦
Thank Glauxā€¦she already thoughtā€¦
A sigh of relief escaped her, and she allowed herself to briefly close her eyes, taking a deep breath to regain her composure. ā€Yesā€¦itā€™s too risky here. For usā€¦and especially for her.ā€
ā€œDo you think she will be able to handle it?ā€, her husband inquired, glancing back down at his child. She did the same, feeling her heart clench at the mere sight of her little one. Oh, how beautiful she was. ā€œShe is soā€¦small. Soā€¦fresh.ā€
ā€œShe has toā€¦ā€, she muttered, finally moving from her spot and trotting towards them, gently nudging her now as well, albeit a bit rougher due to her larger size. This caused her to wake, her beautiful eyes fluttering open with an unhappy chirp. The yawn she let out afterwards sounded almost insulted. ā€œShe will not have any other choice.ā€
ā€œWhere do you want to go?ā€, her mate asked, watching as his wife rubbed her much larger head against their childā€™s small body, her beak gracing over her beak before beginning to preen as well, cleaning her of all the grime her father had not yet removed.
Once done, she glanced at him, licking over her beak to cleanse it as well. ā€œTo the north, into the mountains.ā€ She gestured in the general direction with her left wing. ā€œI wish to nest at the foot, preferably in a cave hidden by trees. Far from their rotten gazes.ā€
He hummed once more, closing his eyes in thought before reopening them a few seconds later. He was deep in thought, contemplating her decision. Eventually, however, he nodded. He knew his wife knew best. Thisā€¦wasnā€™t their first rodeo, after all.
ā€œVery well. I trust you and your judgement. The mountain it is.ā€, he hummed, smiling at her, though his exhaustion and worry was still clearly etched into his features. It was a gesture meant to show his love, but she could see how utterly tired he was. Physically and emotionally, he was drained from the constant fear they lived in.
And by the stars above, she couldnā€™t blame him. She was too.
ā€œI pray to hagsmire that it is the right decision.ā€, she muttered, looking down upon her daughter once more who had now cuddled into the warmth of her motherā€™s midnight black feathers. ā€œIf notā€¦it may us cost usā€¦everything.ā€ Her face tensed, a deep-rooted sadness causing her eyes to glow faintly. ā€œAgain.ā€
Her mate reached out with a wing, gently letting it rest against her side. ā€œIt wasnā€™t your fault.ā€, he insisted, knowing what she meant. ā€œThe attack came out of nowhere. There was nothing you could have done.ā€
She sighed, swallowing thickly, her pride not allowing her to shed any tears. ā€œI know.ā€, she rumbled, leaning down to gently nudge her daughter closer to her, adjusting her position so she could brood her. She had been out in the open for far too long for such a cold night.
Then, she leaned into him, her large head resting against his much smaller body as she bathed in the warmth of her loveā€™s presence. ā€œButā€¦that doesnā€™t mean that I want it to repeat.
I am not losing another childā€¦ā€
You obtained a piece of the lore puzzle.
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elliwoods Ā· 2 years ago
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Creature of the week...
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mast3r-rainb0w Ā· 3 months ago
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[C] 'MY' Style: The Grande Fairy (OC) by Mast3r-Rainb0w
A commission I made for a client via DeviantArt, featuring a beautiful fairy original character/OC. Honestly one of the best re-designs I've ever done for an original character, and I am very pleased with the end result. Hope everyone else enjoys my artwork here as well!
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yevashleeoh Ā· 1 year ago
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swamp grrl
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w-i-m-m Ā· 1 year ago
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vypyaart Ā· 8 months ago
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"Don't touch him, kitty is angy!"
Original character by Govy9807 from Twitter.
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ghostlad16 Ā· 1 year ago
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A big cinnamon roll with wings šŸ²šŸ«‚šŸ‘»šŸ¤ŽšŸ’™šŸ„§
Drawing of @/supawavve 's cinnamon roll dragon on Instagram!
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shadowwhitewolf Ā· 1 year ago
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"Mystical Owl Galaxy Dragon"āœØā˜„ļøšŸ¦‰šŸ‰āœØšŸ’œšŸ’™
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0stillwatersrundeep0 Ā· 1 year ago
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if you went where you don't know, if you went the wrong way or ended up in a place where you won't be foundā€¦ then you are doomed to meet him. He is neither evil nor kind, so you donā€™t know if he will absorb you or let you go, showing the way home. Its color is the embodiment of your inner world. At the moment, he met with a man whose soul is almost extinguished, but hope is brighter than a lamp in your house. Therefore, his crystal shines, and his soul burns. His face is whiter than his body because the consciousness of the person standing in front of him lives in a world where the face is the main part of the body. His chest openings are as black as the rotten surroundings of a person using poisonous substances. Having met him, it makes no sense to tell him something, because he will not tell you anything, but will read it. I hope you are lucky to meet him in a good mood :)
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zieeeej Ā· 2 years ago
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I made some stickers. Let me introduce you to the first one! This is the gorgeous snakefly. It is a mystical creature ready to hypnotize you with its wings, flutter, and shine. Are you hypnotized yet? The sticker is matte. It is nice quality. This is another example of me trying to make a product I like to make. I love drawing silly stuff. I hope you like my silly stuff.
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tyto-and-tenebricosa Ā· 12 days ago
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The Right Place
He...feltā€¦so sick.
Every part of his bodyā€¦was numb.
The world around him spun, dancing around him like a whirlpool. His limbs felt as if they had weights strapped onto them.
He could barely move, every step feeling as if he was climbing mountains. His claws dug into the earth, barely providing the necessary support as he stumbled forward, trying his best to not lose his balance entirely.
Despite his effort, though, he soon collapsed, his right side colliding with the walls of the catacombs. The rough bricks tore into his flesh, cutting it open, red, fresh blood leaking from the new wounds almost immediately, dripping onto the ground, staining it a deep red as he slammed into it. The impact was intense, so intense his mask fell off.
He did, however, not feel it, Not yet anyway. He just laid there, unmoving, shuddering, though he could not tell from what. Heā€¦had lost track of his own body functions. Of his feelingsā€¦of his very being. He didnā€™t know whereā€¦whenā€¦howā€¦
It was frightening. He was frightened.
Very much so.
He blinked, the movement slow as his remaining eye, once fierce yet now clouded with agony, tried to focus, trying to regain some sense of sense.
Yet instead of sense, there was only agony. Agony as a piercing screech pierced through the air. Light suddenly flashed at the end of the corridor, rapidly approaching him.
Not in a straight lineā€¦but in a rough zigzag. He couldnā€™t move, he couldnā€™t breatheā€¦he could only lookā€¦
And then, he felt them. A massive beak, laced with deadly fangs, latching onto his back.
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Ahā€¦
So this was the right place.
You obtained a piece of the lore puzzle.
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prahlad7 Ā· 6 days ago
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A Magical Unicorn With A Flowing Rainbow Mane Stands Gracefully On A Cloud, Surrounded By A Starry Night Sky And A Glowing Crescent Moon. Perfect For Dreamers And Lovers Of Mystical Art.
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simplysidra Ā· 7 days ago
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Crows remember human faces!
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yevashleeoh Ā· 1 year ago
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goblin
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sakaimekanae Ā· 3 months ago
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ā€œThe Flying Spirit", 2024.
18 x 14 cm
Acrylic on wooden panel.
This artwork will be on display and on sale at the upcoming art exhibition "ē²¾éœŠé”恮恙ćæć‹å±•3"(Dwelling of Spirits Exhibition 3) (13-17 November, 2024) at Oriental Apartment, Kanagawa.
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