Our Lady of Destruction, the Blue Death
"Battle was looming over the horizon- we knew we would be outnumbered by a thousand men at least, and though we had our meager fortress it would have never been enough to hold the pass. It was called the Path of Terror for many reasons, according to those locals who dared to speak of the dreaded place. A demon, a curse, some kind of beast- some even said an old god slept within the cliffside, who cursed any who disturbed it to be wild animals. We didn't believe them on that account, but we could all agree: any battle here was destined to be a bloodbath.
It was a horrible day- cold and rainy, with the rancid smell of the sea wind floating over the walls from the valley below. I was keeping watch over the wall when I heard it- through the crags and mists below, the thundering footsteps of a great many warriors shook the earth, and the growls of their great war machines came echoing through the cliffs, threatening to tear our puny fortress down with their presence alone. My brother shouted to me- I couldn't hear him through the haze of terror that had overtaken me, for I knew now the sounds of my own doom...
Before any of us could think, the battle had begun- huge stones, enchanted with fire by their wicked Rune-weavers, tore through the fortress like it wasn't there at all. Within seconds chaos enveloped the battlefield as they poured through the walls. There was no hope- none at all, it seemed, until a cry was heard from the cliffs-
What a sound it was! More horrible than the scraping and lumbering of the war machines, more shrill than the cries of my dying brothers in arms! It drowned our enemy in the same fear we were imprisoned by- and though we had no illusions of this hellish scream coming from a savior, it was enough to hope that we could be avenged...
Then, then that's when I saw it- like an angel descending from the sky in a plume of righteous fire... I saw the Lady of Destruction, the Blue Death! She tore through the enemy- not a man alive could touch her, and she delivered suffering like no demon could muster. Their war machines crushed! Their generals purged in fire- what a sight, what a vision! The few of us remaining took up our swords anew- the battle could be won! We could be heroes!
We drove off the enemy- we had no mercy, empowered by the cloaked nightmare who had saved us- but when it all was over, she did not turn her blade on us, as we expected. She only stared a moment, and then as quickly as she arrived, silently disappeared into the mists... "
"Wha- Oh, father, I can't believe you're telling that story again! We all know what really happened, you mad old coot- if it hadn't been for that massive avalanche, you would have all died! 'Lady of Destruction'- my arse!"
"Oh, but it's true! The Blue Death saved my life! You believe me, don't you, kids?"
"Yeah!"
"No! Don't corrupt my children with any more of your nonsense- there's no such thing as the Blue Death!"
"Kids, promise me you won't believe your mother when she gets old- avenge me!"
"GRAAAAH! Get out of my house!"
Well, this may be one of my first times showing off my traditional art! This was done on 9 x 12 inch bristol board with microns and prismacolor markers in a fit of creative madness! Yes, it's an entirely self indulgent boob armor dragon (again), but how could I help myself?
Also, maybe not my finest writing, but this lady needed a story!
It was a horrible day- cold and rainy, with the rancid smell of the sea wind floating over the walls from the valley below. I was keeping watch over the wall when I heard it- through the crags and mists below, the thundering footsteps of a great many warriors shook the earth, and the growls of their great war machines came echoing through the cliffs, threatening to tear our puny fortress down with their presence alone. My brother shouted to me- I couldn't hear him through the haze of terror that had overtaken me, for I knew now the sounds of my own doom...
Before any of us could think, the battle had begun- huge stones, enchanted with fire by their wicked Rune-weavers, tore through the fortress like it wasn't there at all. Within seconds chaos enveloped the battlefield as they poured through the walls. There was no hope- none at all, it seemed, until a cry was heard from the cliffs-
What a sound it was! More horrible than the scraping and lumbering of the war machines, more shrill than the cries of my dying brothers in arms! It drowned our enemy in the same fear we were imprisoned by- and though we had no illusions of this hellish scream coming from a savior, it was enough to hope that we could be avenged...
Then, then that's when I saw it- like an angel descending from the sky in a plume of righteous fire... I saw the Lady of Destruction, the Blue Death! She tore through the enemy- not a man alive could touch her, and she delivered suffering like no demon could muster. Their war machines crushed! Their generals purged in fire- what a sight, what a vision! The few of us remaining took up our swords anew- the battle could be won! We could be heroes!
We drove off the enemy- we had no mercy, empowered by the cloaked nightmare who had saved us- but when it all was over, she did not turn her blade on us, as we expected. She only stared a moment, and then as quickly as she arrived, silently disappeared into the mists... "
"Wha- Oh, father, I can't believe you're telling that story again! We all know what really happened, you mad old coot- if it hadn't been for that massive avalanche, you would have all died! 'Lady of Destruction'- my arse!"
"Oh, but it's true! The Blue Death saved my life! You believe me, don't you, kids?"
"Yeah!"
"No! Don't corrupt my children with any more of your nonsense- there's no such thing as the Blue Death!"
"Kids, promise me you won't believe your mother when she gets old- avenge me!"
"GRAAAAH! Get out of my house!"
Well, this may be one of my first times showing off my traditional art! This was done on 9 x 12 inch bristol board with microns and prismacolor markers in a fit of creative madness! Yes, it's an entirely self indulgent boob armor dragon (again), but how could I help myself?
Also, maybe not my finest writing, but this lady needed a story!
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fantasy
Species Western Dragon
Gender Female
Size 1717 x 2146px
Thank you thank you! I'm pretty happy with this one myself- I felt pretty rusty with ol' prismacolor set, so it's nice to know I still know what I'm doing, lol!
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