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The long, bloody fight lasted for hours. This was it. He was at the Chapel of the Seekers, in which the Interpreter told him to head towards; in order to receive his prophecy upon the highest towers of such a condemned hell hole. But the fourteen-eyed beast, with the red cloak tattered in blood, finally caught up. He was hunted by this beast, the Harbinger, for many years, and watched by it for many more. Worn down and tired, the curse of the Howling Madness pushing through his veins and corrupting his mind, the Artificer grew tired from the long fight. Despite being a man of undeath, with arms, legs, and spine of the hand-crafted machine, he still grew weak from the long fight. Collapsed, yet ready to draw blood once more, the Artificer still fought not for his unlife, but for his humanity and the future of his very kinship. What he didn't understand is that whatever he will find within that very Chapel will shatter his very beliefs and understanding of his very soul, and all those around them.
After all, most who heard their song are damned to sing the same chorus which these very beasts howl throughout the night; eternally singing in their unholy song.
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Tavdogg11The long, bloody fight lasted for hours. This was it. He was at the Chapel of the Seekers, in which the Interpreter told him to head towards; in order to receive his prophecy upon the highest towers of such a condemned hell hole. But the fourteen-eyed beast, with the red cloak tattered in blood, finally caught up. He was hunted by this beast, the Harbinger, for many years, and watched by it for many more. Worn down and tired, the curse of the Howling Madness pushing through his veins and corrupting his mind, the Artificer grew tired from the long fight. Despite being a man of undeath, with arms, legs, and spine of the hand-crafted machine, he still grew weak from the long fight. Collapsed, yet ready to draw blood once more, the Artificer still fought not for his unlife, but for his humanity and the future of his very kinship. What he didn't understand is that whatever he will find within that very Chapel will shatter his very beliefs and understanding of his very soul, and all those around them.
After all, most who heard their song are damned to sing the same chorus which these very beasts howl throughout the night; eternally singing in their unholy song.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Werewolf / Lycanthrope
Size 2374 x 1552px
File Size 579 kB
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