#oc celestial

Queen of Tombs.

“You voyage from a tundra, is that so?” That gave the pair pause, with Koda simply nodding up at the large figure. When it didn’t respond he deliberated. “You uh, fond of the cold? Arctic getaways?” “Perhaps this is too revealing, but, in my time I have never felt the snow.” “Really?” Amber asked surprisedly, in spite of the worry that she might provoke the being again. She supposed she couldn’t help but presume, from the way it carried itself, that Antellas was more travelled than she could know. This time it was the serpent that gestured back with a sluggish sideways sway of its head. “Indeed. You would seem bewildered.” There was a certain wistfulness to its low, vast voice that was palpable and it disarmed them, if only a little. “You two, so young, so eager to do away with your lives not yet lived. You could hardly comprehend…” There was a heady silence as they dare not interrupt its thoughts. “… I have existed for a long time now, too long.” Antellas didn’t look at them, its gaze cast downwards at discarded silk pressed between its large finger and thumb. “But the truth, really, the life I have lived…?” Antellas at last gazed back at them and although its face remained static, there was an intensity to its bottomless, pale green eyes. “… It has been no life at all.”

Mallela

Despite what you may have seen, heard and/or been told, this is not a cry for help

You must walk the middle road. Just as you should fear the deepest shadows, the brilliant lights belong to the old tyrants. We dwell in uncharted twilight.

not to be the type to post the Mona Lisa and go ‘Quick sketch guys’ but like,, kind of a quick sketch

on a different note, I’ve decided to dub these serpents ‘Wyrms’ for the foreseeable future. It’s a good shorthand descriptor

Custos. A mercenary in life, a deadly peacekeeper in her next.