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molting giant bird man has giant bird pin feathers that are finally shedding!!! Frantic human daughter tries to keep him from scratching everything to hell

Uh oh not legacy of kain!!!!

Here’s some ink wing “studies” I did to figure out ehhh shape and function I guess??

I love Janos he is a big handsome baby him and his big stupid wings deserve the world I will maintain this til I die.

Janos Janos Janos Janos !!!!!!!!

Couple of joke doodles I did recently

Ok one more today I colored that sketch

The demon dimension had its effects on the races differently. For the hylden, it emaciated and desiccated them - shrinking their flesh to their bones and withering their organs to dust. Living mummies forced to carve out a desperate sanctuary in a world that didn’t want them.

To vampires, this hostile plane produced something…else. A curious effect on the mind and on instinct, rather than any outward visual change. Kain felt the effects gradually, a simmer in his gut that magnified into a rolling boil. What once was a disciplined thirst for blood he’d handled for millennia, became a nearly uncontrollable frenzy. He didn’t just want to feed - he wanted to maim. To mutilate. To destroy.

Perhaps thanks to his age, Kain’s frenzy could grasp him only at intervals, and in his moments of lucidity he was able to navigate the realm with some sense of direction, even allying himself with one of its strange demonic natives in the process. He had questions that needed answering from one of its prisoners, and perhaps could glean another worthy ally from Janos were he to be found.

Little did Kain know how challenging that would be.

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Some time in the distant past of Nosgoth, human communities existed as many disparate tribes surviving in the wilds where they could, rising and falling through the years in numerous alliances and petty conflicts. Wars over territory, resources, and belief systems wiped out cultures in swift, brutal efficiency, leaving nothing behind but blood and forgotten ruins.

The people of Eri’s tribe were some such victims of one of these conflicts, in one terrible night reduced to a few acres of charred huts and mutilated remains in the northern forest, ambushed by their righteous neighbors over a disagreement in worshipped “spirits”. When the ancient vampires found her, Eri was barely out of infancy, having somehow crouched into the hollow of a decaying tree to hide from the violence she didn’t comprehend. To some of the vampires, her sole survivorship was providence. To others, it was an omen. To Janos Audron, it may have been a mixture of both, or neither. She was an innocent, in any case. They could determine her fate later.

Sharing some OC background on my girl Eri. She’s raised by Janos to adulthood and eventually turned to vampirism out of a dire necessity. Lots of stuff to touch on but I don’t want to blab all at once.

would u believe that I have a scanner somewhere but I keep taking janky iPhone pics of my drawings instead

More sketches raziel and Janos studies and some nonsense with OCs!!!! yay post its