Oct 17, 2025
“Ancient Leshen”
Day 15: Ragged + Day 16: Blunder
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We never hunt in these woods. Never. Even if it means the whole village starves.
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“Ancient Leshen”
Day 15: Ragged + Day 16: Blunder
↟ ↟ ↟
We never hunt in these woods. Never. Even if it means the whole village starves.
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Conjunction of the Spheres
I just wanted to do a quick doodle, but I ended up making lots of revisions.
high level leshens spawning out of nowhere are apparently a quite common witcher 3 experience
Green and red, very festive
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Blood Moon 🌕🩸
I had the honour to portray one of the characters of my long time patron @lycan--carcass The name of this character is 'Prokletý Pán' which could be translated from czech as "Cursed Lord". He fits the narrative as a beast entity who creates werewolves when the blood moon rises.
Your breath is sharp in your chest; lungs aching with each gasp and pant. The roots that wrap around you – firmly, lovingly – do nothing to assuage your panic. It lifts you from the ground, the vines forming a cocoon; carefully as not to jostle you, as not to frighten you. It doesn’t work and a shuddering sob escapes you. You close your eyes, unable to watch the edge of the forest be snatched away. You’d been so close. A dozen more steps and you’d have been free.
Instead, you feel the brush of bone against your cheek. The rough scratch of a tongue along your jaw. Pulled against its chest you hear it rumble and purr; the noise meant to console you only adding to your hysteria. The Leshen takes you deeper into the forest. You’re its favourite, after all, and it doesn’t intend to let you go.
By Alai_Aorax