#drakus

Here’s a line-up of pretty much all of my characters (minus two because one has been missing for a while now, and the other doesn’t exist in canon yet)

From top to bottom: T.K, Dorty, Trytamer and Drakus, Sajessia, Dyeeaka, Lord Metaveil, Jukkerbaut MK II, Zaxaxx, L3SSA, and Wholly Charrmoth.

OC Bust Portraits, they are something i tend not to do in a large scale.

Vengeance by RagingCyc0ne

The Monster by RagingCyc0ne

started off drawing uther when suddenly he turned into a draenei baby 

Ever since I introduced the Illiana character in Legacies I harbored a desire to expand on her story and include the background I couldn't in the trilogy. Born of Two Worlds is exactly that exploration, and the past year has been leading up to this chapter I began writing the past couple of weeks. Here is the first paragraph of the chapter I have been looking forward to writing for the past year and a central incident in her story. I have included a link to the music I listened to while writing this piece.

Part Fifteen: The Death of Drakus

                Vengeance is a dish best served cold.

                Ancient Proverb

Drakus stood near the large door to the entrance of his fortress. For the past two days through the Force he sensed the presence he had not felt for several years which could only mean one thing, Valeria failed. The abomination’s maelstrom of pain and hatred pounded his consciousness wave after ferocious wave. The emotional turmoil he felt meant that at least his apprentice succeeded in eliminating the elf’s offspring, but that provided little solace to him now. His grip tightened on the hilt of the lightsaber he held in his left hand. Once he felt her arrival in the region he created the holocron left behind in the throne room and then donned the same robes he wore when he first arrived on this world. Purple leggings resembling a long skirt with black borders and red diamonds along the front and sides, black wrapped midsection under purple tunic with red borders, large black wing-like protrusions from the back of his waist to the floor and along the tops of his shoulders, and an enclosed hood leaving only his face exposed with two large horns comprised the robes he wore when Narcis proclaimed him Lord of the Sith and would wear now as death approached. He held no illusion the elf came for any other reason than to slay him and with his power waning he doubted he could defeat her, but he would die in combat as a proper sith lord. The outer door remained lodged open since the battle with the undead almost a decade ago. Severed limbs and disembodied heads writhed on the ground still after all these years. He squinted trying to see the elven sith approach. Outside intense winds howled creating a white out with the blowing snow.  Their roar echoed off the bare walls of the entrance almost deafening him. After an eternity bathed in fear as he stared into the white nothingness of the blizzard, a dark form appeared. Narcissis approached.  Drakus ignited the crimson blade of his weapon as he focused on the reaper walking towards the entrance.  Her long black hair blew around her face and the points of her elven ears. She wore the same robes from when she escaped four years ago, and the dark lord took a step backwards as apprehension gripped his heart. Expecting the deep blue eyes he remembered, instead those of red and yellow from a person immersed in darkness glared at him. Narcissis now fully embraced the dark side of the Force and the power she possessed sent chills down his spine. Never had he imagined one not of pure blood becoming so powerful. The elven sith held no weapon while she entered the base as the hilt of a single bladed lightsaber hung at her waist. Purple arcs of lightning formed at her fingertips and crawled along her arms. A similar purple glow began forming in her eyes.

“I’ve come for you, Drakus,” she growled as she stopped just inside the entrance and faced him. “And Hell has come with me.”