I started this some months ago, back around the end of the Hang the Fool, I guess?  But I just got inspired to finish it.  Maybe because of the one year anniversary thing.  

The only reason I’m playing Overwatch right now is because of this, honestly. So here’s to you @arcanebarrage!

There are two “pages.”  Sorry, you’ll have to click through; they’re just too big.

Page 1

Hanzo calls them at dawn on the mid-November breeze from his rocky perch above the Gibraltan strait. The sea washes before him, gunmetal grey against the horizon as a broad strip of sunlight seeps into the purpling sky. When the dragons appear, their hue outshines everything; they wrap the vista in neon-bright ropes that crackle around him in an undulating loop. They encircle him, wagging their tongues, licking their tails, leering like a divine ouroboros.

Come to me, he implores, as I bid you.

The Shimada dragons seethe around their master with jaws open and eyes aflame. They watch him like predators observing quarry. He faces them without flinching.

When I first read through @arcanebarrage’s Hang The Fool, this was a scene that stood out to me and was my favourite for a long time. Not for the content (tho I do love LOVE this interpretation of the Shimada dragons; it’s so... captivating, for lack of a better word) but for the fact that there’s so much in this one small scene. World building, character development/exploration, plot, mystery...

All in one scene; THAT is excellent writing, and I hope this tribute did it some form of justice.

Was tinkering around with the recording for the second chapter of the Hang the Fool audio book when I took a break and started fooling around with this.

the imagery in Hang the Fool is just.... is sublime....