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"For two years I have traveled with Shadow," Kraelia began to recount, staring confidently into the creature's masked face. "We have kidnapped, tortured, and murdered our enemies from the ports of Al-Mahan to Akmadet in the Withered Badlands. I sheltered him under my wing when the trees writhed and flailed in heavy winds, when the sky spat lightning and torrential rain attacked us in sheets. I have even fought by his side when flying arrows broke the stillness of the night, when those foolish war tribes tried to claim their wealth from our corpses. I stuck with him through all of this not because I hate the Ismadians, but because he's the closest thing I have to family, and I love him as such." - Excerpt from, "A Dragon and Her Shadow: Part 3"

Second commission done by . I know you said dragons weren't your specialty, but I admit you did a marvelous job in capturing Kraelia's appearance. The overall dark and gritty feel of this picture really does the story justice. I love it, man. Thanks again.

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Shadow and Kraelia are my characters along with the world of, "The Shattered Realms". You can read Part 1 of their story here:

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

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"For two years I have traveled with Shadow," Kraelia began to recount, staring confidently into the creature's masked face. "We have kidnapped, tortured, and murdered our enemies from the ports of Al-Mahan to Akmadet in the Withered Badlands. I sheltered him under my wing when the trees writhed and flailed in heavy winds, when the sky spat lightning and torrential rain attacked us in sheets. I have even fought by his side when flying arrows broke the stillness of the night, when those foolish war tribes tried to claim their wealth from our corpses. I stuck with him through all of this not because I hate the Ismadians, but because he's the closest thing I have to family, and I love him as such." - Excerpt from, "A Dragon and Her Shadow: Part 3"

Second commission done by . I know you said dragons weren't your specialty, but I admit you did a marvelous job in capturing Kraelia's appearance. The overall dark and gritty feel of this picture really does the story justice. I love it, man. Thanks again.

Other commission done by

Shadow and Kraelia are my characters along with the world of, "The Shattered Realms". You can read Part 1 of their story here:

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

Other commissions featuring Shadow: