#pharasma

"I sting you with my heart."

"The Lady of Graves is ready to listen to your story..."

"Let the feast begin!"

You know, Pharasma? Our the goth queen of death and fate and rebirth? The one even the gods will eventually be sorted by?

Pharasma, who made armies of creatures to protect souls, guide them, heal them, give them fucking therapy, all so they would be truly at peace when the time for judgement comes. Who loves us, and stays so cold and distant because we deserve fairness. Who felt so much grief at the passing of a once-mortal god that her oracles across the planes were wracked with pain.

You know, Pharasma? Her consort is the first soldier to die with love on his lips, and she took him in to understand mortal feelings better? Where they hold an intimate emotional connection to this day? Pharasma. Oldest in existence, older THAN existence, the only remnant of the previous reality. Her daughter is rumored to follow suit one day. Somewhere in her boneyard, amid the black roses and under the grinning moon of madness that will one day turn off the lights of the universe. She would know, she sees all of a creature's possible fates. Yes, you're not being judged in a vacuum, she knows all reasonable options you had given your circumstance. You're judged on which you locked in. Pharasma. I could go on like this about so many, but perhaps none deserve it more than her. Than the one who knows all but says nothing, for she keeps all secrets out of respect and love of the dead.

Artfight wrap-up! 1/6

My femme, @simothys' kholo (gnoll) from my Outlaws of Alkenstar campaign! I wanted to experiment with a dither brush pack on this one and I think it turned out great :D