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Mood:
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Listening to: The howling of eldritch beasts in the night...
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Reading: The messages written in blood...
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Watching: Our loved one fall...
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Playing: Reload the gun, they are coming...
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Eating: They imbibe in the living's flesh...
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Drinking: And take our blood as their own...
Literally, "the dead are walking".
I have been sketching and writing and thinking. Many lunar cycles have passed. And the masterpiece stirs.
Once this batch of Darkspore pics has been fully uploaded, I'll upload a glimpse into the background of Bavghan Losyn. The many races that walk amongst the stars. As for the creatures themselves, those will come later. I won't give much of the story yet.