#double_dragon

As aneajus walks out the fitting room, the smith sees Aneajus wear his lava-forged set. 

"It's a little loose..." He shakes the armor around. 

But as he does that, the shoulder pads light up with a dark red glow as he puts his belt back on. As he slides the new longsword into its place, along with the saber, the armor pulsates with a bright red glow as red cracks begin to form in the armor. Red pulsating symbols form out of the cracks as the armor starts to conform to his shape more. As the armor finishes forming, the morphing black tiles and the bright red light coming out of the cracks slowly set, forming a unique set of armor, fitting perfectly to Aneajus' stature. As Aneajus moves around, he notices how the armor moves with him, molding and forming for ease and comfort.

Drawing of the armor from a scene in a rp that I am in

This is the final updated reference of my kinself, aneajus!

Holy fuck i did a reference? and i did art for the first time this month???

Godith, surrounded by guards, makes his way to the throne room. Stopping the guards, he points towards a famous hallway, called royals way

the guards nod, and the people look towards their king as they step off the red carpet towards the window.

The hallway is filled with the early morning sunlight, showing off the masterful architecture that is royals way. The sunlight hits every photo perfectly, making them glow with a godly aura that astounds the people. Godith stares down the hallway, admiring the humorously sized portraits of all the rulers of each kingdom. Each ruler has a specific set of skills that qualified them for the royal spot. And with that, was given a portrait shot done by one of the larger dragons.

As he walks down royals way, he scolds at his own photo and how he is smaller than the others, but ignores it and moves on.

~*~

Guess what’s back~

I am rebooting the 501st into another, illustrated sequel!

This took three days to finish due to the sheer amount of dragons I had to draw.

but i had a lot of fun doing it, nonetheless, because I got to draw my friends!

Just as a note, all of the busts will be posted separately, and here it is

the dragons that I drew (in order) were:

John and Godith walk on the shoreline, talking about recent goings on in their lives when they see a suspicious dragon up ahead.

“Oh, hello there!” The dragon says, confidently. Godith squints, suspicious of who it is.

“Who the hell are you?” He hisses at the dragon. His eyes shift to the scars on his neck and gasps.

“What’s wrong, Godith? Notice a familiar face?” He chuckles.

“Aneajus? Is that you?” Godith says, astonished, “I thought you were dead!”

Aneajus laughs, “No, I wasn’t. I mean, I kind of was, but I’m also not. I just needed time to... Get a change of wardrobe.”

“But your scar is still there?” John asks. Aneajus nods.

“Apparently, you got that assumption correct!” He says, happily, “Now, we should really catch up. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Comecei esse blog na intenção de organizar todos os videogames que já joguei que de alguma maneira tiveram relevância na minha vida. A ideia é que eu consiga não só lembrar dos jogos, mas também de momentos específicos, histórias ou qual é a minha relação com o jogo, seja ela uma forma de  inspiração ou apenas uma vaga lembrança, mas de que alguma maneira marcou e influenciou a minha decisão de querer trabalhar com jogos. Portanto, algumas dessas memórias serão posts extensos e outras só algum fato isolado. Acredito que pra começar devo falar do Dynavision 3, já que foi o primeiro console que ganhei. Lembro que vinha com um jogo que, para minha surpresa, descobri muito tempo depois, era da CAPCOM, 1942, uma das minhas empresas favoritas. Os controles que acompanhavam o console eram do tipo “joystick”, sem d-pad, o que me causou uma maior imersão na época.  Também me recordo que no mesmo dia me associei em uma locadora, chamada Mister Game, ficava na Venâncio Aires. Naquela oportunidade loquei outro jogo que viria ser um dos meus favoritos, Double Dragon II - The Revenge.  Outro detalhe era a TV em qual eu jogava no meu quarto, uma Semp Toshiba que marcou época.  Preciso fazer uma pesquisa para descobrir nomes de jogos que eu lembrava como, “o de tiro”, “dos ninja”, “da moto”. Essas coisas. 

"So, while we're waiting for this thing to kick off, why don't we hear everyone's origins?" Furri asked. "Good idea, Furrioth!" John said as he puts his claw on furri's head, "Hey, aneajus, why don't you go first?" "Oh, um.. Okay? I guess i'll go." Aneajus looks at everyone, then down to collect his thoughts. ~*~ My first prominent memory was when I was but a hatchling. I remember when I was waking up, and my siblings were screaming as my mother started to slash my sister's wing. About a year before, our father was killed by a disease, so she lost it. Knowing that she would indeed go to kill them, I tackled her and bit her neck. She hit me off, but her claw got deeply cut on my horns. I charged into her chest, injuring her heavily. Stepping back, I looked at what I did, and who I just attacked. She looked at me, and spit in my direction. "Y-you aren't my son..." she spit at me before dying from blood loss and broken bones. Blood was all over the front of my body, and it mixed with the tears that started streaming down my face. I set the corpse on fire so that I wouldn't have to see it. All of my siblings stared at me as i ran out the cave, crying. ~*~ "And after that, I spent my life looking for a purpose. I didn't know what to do. I betrayed my family, and I was homeless." Aneajus started to choke up. John went to him and hugged him. "It's alright, man. We all have horrible memories. And you learned from your mistake." John comforted Aneajus. "yeah. at least you didn't have to slaughter millions of innocent people." Godith chuckled. "Godith, shut up! You're not helping!" John growled at Godith. Godith laughed. ~~**~~ There is going to be a little bit of an origin section before the real series is here. I love how I was able to draw a young dragon. This was supposed to be happy, but got real dark.