So most of the time I usually post my art on my DA or my Q, but this time I decided to post some of my art here. The twist? I'm going to go very in depth with the descripions, so I hope you like reading.
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Time to go on a long tangent about the relation between these dorks.
From order of left to right, the characters here are Zion, Morra, and Avonte. Also known as Bronze, Y, and Avonte. Poor Avonte don't got a name he only has his cool ass true name anyway, if you've read my about you know that this picture, which is the background of my profile, has something to do with my afterlife of my multiverse. This is true. The place is known as Dranmaer (Technicly the a and e are combined I just cant do that on keyboard.) After people die, their soul goes to that place, and they have to climb a great mountain and make it to the top in time, otherwise the Deamons will catch their scent easier and make them one of their own. You have to make it to the top to either reincarnate or pass on to an unknown holy place. The catch? The place is surrounded by fog and is naturally disoriating, only blue light and bright yellow light can help you through really (this will make sense later) while the deep yellow glow of the eyes of the deamons being disorienting. All the deamons, except for the dragon looking Arch-Deamon of Zion, look like pitch black wolves. These three charater's place? Well, to make it easier, let's just say this: Zion is like Satan, he does what the rest of the deamons do but on a higher level of power. Morra is like a Valkerie. You know how they take fallen soilders to Valhalla? Well he instead just helps the souls through to the top, the blue light of both his eye and his energy-wing-things distancing the fog and scaring the deamons off (I didn't draw the wings in the picture, and his eye looses the pupil and gets a bit lighter). The closest thing I can compare Avonte to is Osiris. Avonte isn't really anything himself. He is The (almost pure white) Light at the top, what let's the souls go onward. He sorta watches over the place and while he is a bit of an asshole, actually does a surprisingly good job. I did draw him in his human form which he only really uses when going into the physical realm, but it sure is easier then drawing pure light that can vaugly take a usually canadid complection.
So yeah, this is all I have in this chapter for now. More chapters might take a while, but I will get them out.
