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A Scene commission I did for
Domehead :И
"Kovashte" is a word that has a long meaning to the Progenitor people, the word bringing to mind the many far off sounds of distant thunder of an orbital bombardment. The word comes from the word "Koshtae" meaning "to fire" and "Vaste" meaning "rain". Each ship bringing a fiery rain to whatever its target is. Even in the far off distance the gentle rumble of impacting shells has its own calm to it. Much like a thunderstorm, its distant rumble oddly soothing in spite of its powerful fury.
To many soldiers looking on, though, its time to take stock, eat, sleep and generally use what little time that they have between engagements. This soldier relaxing with an energy bar as he prods a fire. Though the city has been declared safe, there are always patrols, heavily armed gunships effortlessly and mercilessly hunting for signs of resistance. Tomorrow though, they'd be their chariots to ride into battle to proudly fly the Imperial Banner over the remains of the city. (C)
A Scene commission I did for
Domehead :И"Kovashte" is a word that has a long meaning to the Progenitor people, the word bringing to mind the many far off sounds of distant thunder of an orbital bombardment. The word comes from the word "Koshtae" meaning "to fire" and "Vaste" meaning "rain". Each ship bringing a fiery rain to whatever its target is. Even in the far off distance the gentle rumble of impacting shells has its own calm to it. Much like a thunderstorm, its distant rumble oddly soothing in spite of its powerful fury.
To many soldiers looking on, though, its time to take stock, eat, sleep and generally use what little time that they have between engagements. This soldier relaxing with an energy bar as he prods a fire. Though the city has been declared safe, there are always patrols, heavily armed gunships effortlessly and mercilessly hunting for signs of resistance. Tomorrow though, they'd be their chariots to ride into battle to proudly fly the Imperial Banner over the remains of the city. (C)
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