Ice Wraith
Concept art for The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
Art by Adam Adamowicz
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happy early holidays with gency in their winter skins!! ❄️❄️
i haven’t drawn much at all this year but i’ve always wanted to attempt mercy’s sugar plum fairy skin. turns out genji’s skin was worse LOL
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@wraithful-muses replied to your post:
"Didn't mean you. You are redeemed sinner it's different."
"Winners and Redeemed sinners aside. Angels aren't stupid and know about sex." It was a minor thing but angels did know. "Winners are human after all, so Angels would have found out regardless."
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Ice Wraith. Concept art for The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
Art by Adam Adamowicz
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@wraithful-muses
"True. I didn't hear well. Why don't you come near and tell me. Here on my ear, darling."
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Epilogue...
This time, it doesn't take him longer than a few hours to come back.
Maybe it's because he's already died once before, maybe it was because he had the intention to come back this time. Whatever the reason, when Astra opens his eyes again, he's in that same alleyway. Covered in his own blood, aching from the newly aquired scar, and Vega nowhere to be found.
"I'm... alive..."
He flexes his hands cautiously, as if he reassure himself. A shaky exhale is released.
"Hah... I'm really... haha... hahaha...!"
Unable and unwilling to hold himself back, Astra simply lays on the dirty, bloody ground and laughs. He laughs and laughs until his ribs are sore and his voice is hoarse. It's only after several minutes, that he calms down again.
"...This isn't the end," he breathes, slowly sitting up, rolling his shoulders to get any kinks out. "As long as you live, every time I'll keep coming back... again, and again, and again."
Until they both finally, blissfully, die together.
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i thinnk,,, I think I see it!
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Lars Battle-Born: I can be tough too!
Lucia, dressed in mini Wolf Armor™: Just the other day you were crying about ice wraiths.
Lars, tearing up: They don’t have any arms!
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