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VIP Commish: Sai and Simira for @icelordcryo ! Hope everyone had a happy holiday!

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Halforcs and orcs study
Orctober Day 23 - Slaughter Featuring a character of @ifyviii I might have got carried away a bit while drawing this... Prompt list by @clementine-lemontime
Gale blew Drífa up.... TWICE and she perished both times.... iN AN EASY COMBAT. I know I'm controlling him, but it feels purposeful on his end.... No hard feelings tho, even if he did it again I'd doubt shed follow through on that.
Going to work on some more Drífa x Gale soon :)
Eska’s oath to her God was made when she was just a young orcling. And she upholds it to this day. Her childhood self would be proud of her.
Haven’t drawn in this style in ages and very out of practice.

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artfight attack on @seabassdruid
Jester and Fjord by me <3
It hurt still- the flesh still pink and raw under his fingertips, barely scarred over. Healing was a process. A slow, inconvenient, painful one that always took more time than he ever gave it room for. Magical healing was, unfortunately, not cost-effective according to his various patron’s calculations. He bled and patched himself up the old-fashioned way.
But for once, he didn’t mind. The ache was welcome. The pale slash at his throat a visual reminder of what he’d survived and what it had brought him.
Part of him hoped it would never fully fade.