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When the traffic on the pier had loosened, Mathias began the slow walk to the shore. With the Sangavi Islands being a hotspot volcanic chain, the entire beach was covered in glossy black sand. Upon arriving at Otaheite, Mathias would spend all night on the pier, staring at the beach in amazement. On a clear night, the black sands would glitter like gemstones after being rinsed by the deep blue waters of the Black Sea, perfectly mirroring the glimmer of stars stretching across the sky.

That's when he saw her.

Teeva waited eagerly on the beach, her auburn colored eyes fixed on him with glee. Golden tribal body paint marked her reddish brown fur in ornate designs, zigzagging across her chest, bipedal legs, and face in elaborate patterns. Her slender frame was adorned in a very festive two-piece costume, with a grass skirt hanging about her hips. Her paw-padded feet were bare on the ebony shore, toes scrunching and digging into the sand as if she was ready to rush to his side.

Her patience faltering, Teeva cried out, "Mathias!"

With a grin leaping onto his face, Mathias picked up his pace and met Teeva on the beach.

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This piece depicting my character Teeva, from the story, "Your Hand in Mine" was done by . Her outstanding professionalism and consistent updates throughout the commission process was greatly appreciated. Thanks again for accepting my commission. If you guys have a free moment, go show this fellow artist some love. Drop a like, a watch, or even a comment, if it please you.

Teeva, along with the world of The Shattered Realms, belongs to me. You can read her story here:

Your Hand in Mine
A Shattered Realms story
Mathias reclined back into his wooden armchair, sighing as cold relief washed over his weary knees. A dreadfully untidy writing desk lay before him, defaced by mounds of scattered parchment. Mathias viewed his work space with a tense scowl. He had toiled for hours over the burden of sorting, archiving, and scribing, all to merely dent the inexhaustible workload assigned to him. Running his fingers through his thick, coal-black hair, Mathias achingly gazed out of his office's open window. His leaden eyes stared out into a stretch of clear-blue skies. His ears perked to the gentle lapping of waves foaming on the beach, while his nose inhaled the sweet and salty tang of ocean water and citrus groves.
For a brief moment, Mathias relieved himself of his duties and lazily recollected the memories of the past year. A year ago, he was an Archivists' apprentice, working in the Grand Library in Zrada; now, he had achieved the

Other stories from the Shattered Realms:

A Dragon and Her Shadow: Part 1
A Shattered Realms story
Kraelia restlessly stirred herself awake, growling as the throbbing soreness in her wings ached in protest to the sudden movement. Like a nimble feline, she stretched her fore and hind legs, purring as a cold wave of relief washed over her tender limbs. She blinked away the bothersome sleep still blurring her vision, and noticed that night had risen outside the mouth of the cave, blanketing the sky in pure midnight velvet. Her calm, cerulean-blue eyes then lazily drifted towards the cave's other occupant. He was a man, clad head to toe in layers of dark cloth and black leather armor. His face, utterly obscured underneath a black ornamental mask with a face wrought in a white-painted skull, lifted to meet her gaze from his slouched, meditated position.
"Shadow," she warmly greeted, to which he silently nodded in return.
Kraelia mentally reviewed the events that had transpired over the past two years. Ever si

The Battle of Atimere Hill
A Shattered Realms story
On the plain of Brebehnburg, Duchy of Zrada, 289 AR
I tried to remember what my father told us about battle, on that morning when my brother and I left to join the army.
He had said, "You will see nothing but the tunnel in front of you, and that tunnel will become your world. Clear that tunnel of the enemy, and you may survive. Try to see what goes on outside the tunnel, take your eyes off those who have their eyes on you, and you will die."
I held tightly to those words, even as my mind fell numb from exhaustion due to a sleepless night. A three day's march north across the foothills left my legs aching and my shield-arm trembling, but my heart was flushed with the excitement of the prospect of my first experience at battle. My brother felt it too, for on this Sunday morning of 289 Age of Ruin, at the chorus of trumpets, my brother sprang into his saddle, bidding me farewell with no tears.
He said, "Until we meet aga

Blood Week
A Shattered Realms story
Fort Barviel - Zradian army training camp - Duchy of Zrada
"Blood Week is a yearly requirement. Bonded Pairs are stripped of their partners and undergo five days of solid, continuous training while suffering both food and sleep deprivation. They are tested physically, mentally, and morally, relying on each other, not their bond-partners, to overcome the challenges and obstacles they will endure. We do this to hold ourselves accountable, to ensure that the Order's strict standards are adhered too, and to further strengthen the trust between the public and the Order." - Julia Hart, Master of Riders

The dawn of a chill autumn morning marked the beginning of Blood Week. Elyse was relieved when she and her fellow Bonded were roused from their restless slumber and corralled outside, leaving the tense quiet of the barracks for the hustle and bustle of Fort Barviel. Even in the half-light of the breaking day, the la

Description
When the traffic on the pier had loosened, Mathias began the slow walk to the shore. With the Sangavi Islands being a hotspot volcanic chain, the entire beach was covered in glossy black sand. Upon arriving at Otaheite, Mathias would spend all night on the pier, staring at the beach in amazement. On a clear night, the black sands would glitter like gemstones after being rinsed by the deep blue waters of the Black Sea, perfectly mirroring the glimmer of stars stretching across the sky.

That's when he saw her.

Teeva waited eagerly on the beach, her auburn colored eyes fixed on him with glee. Golden tribal body paint marked her reddish brown fur in ornate designs, zigzagging across her chest, bipedal legs, and face in elaborate patterns. Her slender frame was adorned in a very festive two-piece costume, with a grass skirt hanging about her hips. Her paw-padded feet were bare on the ebony shore, toes scrunching and digging into the sand as if she was ready to rush to his side.

Her patience faltering, Teeva cried out, "Mathias!"

With a grin leaping onto his face, Mathias picked up his pace and met Teeva on the beach.

>>>>>>>

This piece depicting my character Teeva, from the story, "Your Hand in Mine" was done by . Her outstanding professionalism and consistent updates throughout the commission process was greatly appreciated. Thanks again for accepting my commission. If you guys have a free moment, go show this fellow artist some love. Drop a like, a watch, or even a comment, if it please you.

Teeva, along with the world of The Shattered Realms, belongs to me. You can read her story here:

Your Hand in Mine
A Shattered Realms story
Mathias reclined back into his wooden armchair, sighing as cold relief washed over his weary knees. A dreadfully untidy writing desk lay before him, defaced by mounds of scattered parchment. Mathias viewed his work space with a tense scowl. He had toiled for hours over the burden of sorting, archiving, and scribing, all to merely dent the inexhaustible workload assigned to him. Running his fingers through his thick, coal-black hair, Mathias achingly gazed out of his office's open window. His leaden eyes stared out into a stretch of clear-blue skies. His ears perked to the gentle lapping of waves foaming on the beach, while his nose inhaled the sweet and salty tang of ocean water and citrus groves.
For a brief moment, Mathias relieved himself of his duties and lazily recollected the memories of the past year. A year ago, he was an Archivists' apprentice, working in the Grand Library in Zrada; now, he had achieved the

Other stories from the Shattered Realms:

A Dragon and Her Shadow: Part 1
A Shattered Realms story
Kraelia restlessly stirred herself awake, growling as the throbbing soreness in her wings ached in protest to the sudden movement. Like a nimble feline, she stretched her fore and hind legs, purring as a cold wave of relief washed over her tender limbs. She blinked away the bothersome sleep still blurring her vision, and noticed that night had risen outside the mouth of the cave, blanketing the sky in pure midnight velvet. Her calm, cerulean-blue eyes then lazily drifted towards the cave's other occupant. He was a man, clad head to toe in layers of dark cloth and black leather armor. His face, utterly obscured underneath a black ornamental mask with a face wrought in a white-painted skull, lifted to meet her gaze from his slouched, meditated position.
"Shadow," she warmly greeted, to which he silently nodded in return.
Kraelia mentally reviewed the events that had transpired over the past two years. Ever si

The Battle of Atimere Hill
A Shattered Realms story
On the plain of Brebehnburg, Duchy of Zrada, 289 AR
I tried to remember what my father told us about battle, on that morning when my brother and I left to join the army.
He had said, "You will see nothing but the tunnel in front of you, and that tunnel will become your world. Clear that tunnel of the enemy, and you may survive. Try to see what goes on outside the tunnel, take your eyes off those who have their eyes on you, and you will die."
I held tightly to those words, even as my mind fell numb from exhaustion due to a sleepless night. A three day's march north across the foothills left my legs aching and my shield-arm trembling, but my heart was flushed with the excitement of the prospect of my first experience at battle. My brother felt it too, for on this Sunday morning of 289 Age of Ruin, at the chorus of trumpets, my brother sprang into his saddle, bidding me farewell with no tears.
He said, "Until we meet aga

Blood Week
A Shattered Realms story
Fort Barviel - Zradian army training camp - Duchy of Zrada
"Blood Week is a yearly requirement. Bonded Pairs are stripped of their partners and undergo five days of solid, continuous training while suffering both food and sleep deprivation. They are tested physically, mentally, and morally, relying on each other, not their bond-partners, to overcome the challenges and obstacles they will endure. We do this to hold ourselves accountable, to ensure that the Order's strict standards are adhered too, and to further strengthen the trust between the public and the Order." - Julia Hart, Master of Riders

The dawn of a chill autumn morning marked the beginning of Blood Week. Elyse was relieved when she and her fellow Bonded were roused from their restless slumber and corralled outside, leaving the tense quiet of the barracks for the hustle and bustle of Fort Barviel. Even in the half-light of the breaking day, the la