lol I have a better challenge!
We need more art of Athyna!
Hit me up for references! 
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lol I have a better challenge!
We need more art of Athyna!
Hit me up for references!
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Yeah... I'll hit ya...
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lol I have a better challenge!
We need more art of Athyna!
Hit me up for references!
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Yeah... I'll hit ya...
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hahaha
/getsome
I can't draw so... let's see...
*ahem*
Quietly, the low clouds creeping across the sky took a slight hue that slowly deepened to a rich red before fading to a shade of purple that would never be recreated. Not in nature and not by man. Without care, the sky continued it's inextricable dance, light retreating from the coming dark, only to trade places as dark retreated from the light come the morn.
Beneath this never ending dance a lone figure stood, waiting, watching. A figure cloaked in darkness watching for dark acts that demand retribution. His dance was not yet as old the darkening sky that loomed above, though it was much the same. He showed no signs of tiring, he'd waited long some nights for his prey. This night however, he wouldn't wait long at all.
Perched above the near vacant streets, he'd become accustomed to this place, the creaks and groans of the building ledge, the sound of the wind swirling beneath and around him. The whisper in his ear was new and, he thought, impossible. A hand, quick and deadly reached to the place where someone should be only to reach... empty air. Turning to survey his location, mentally marking every spot against what it should look like, he discovered he was quite alone.
The voice came again, deep, almost sultry this time, "Why?"
Moonlight glinted off his armor as he moved, only a few steps available on his watching spot as he verified that there was no ther living thing with him. "Who are you. What do you want." No trace of question in his voice, only a cold demand for answers.
Again it spoke one word, "Why?" Lightly touching his ear almost solid, almost real, but too delicate to be human. Realizing the voice would not answer him, there was no one to bring the answers from, all that was left was to answer it. "What do you want." There was no questing in his voice, only a demand for an answer to his statement. "Tell me why you you would allow it." His curiosity overriding his ire, "Allow what." A smoky tendril like an incredibly long finger formed in the evening mist and dew pointing down to the streets below. In an instant his feet were on those same streets, his eyes following the mists to a wall, to a poster on that wall, a poster of him.
His dark armor rendered in bright shades of pink, a frilly tu-tu about his waist, an impossibly large lollipop in one hand. The true depth of this visage hit him as he noticed a similar rendering on every wall, on every street corner, on every street... everywhere.
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I'd have done more, but my sinuses hate me now, rather suddenly so. Adieu.
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lol I have a better challenge!
We need more art of Athyna!
Hit me up for references!
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Yeah... I'll hit ya...
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Can I help?
*pouts and makes sad eyes*
�Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play!� - Thomas Gray
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I can't draw so... let's see...
*ahem*
Quietly, the low clouds creeping across the sky took a slight hue that slowly deepened to a rich red before fading to a shade of purple that would never be recreated. Not in nature and not by man. Without care, the sky continued it's inextricable dance, light retreating from the coming dark, only to trade places as dark retreated from the light come the morn.
Beneath this never ending dance a lone figure stood, waiting, watching. A figure cloaked in darkness watching for dark acts that demand retribution. His dance was not yet as old the darkening sky that loomed above, though it was much the same. He showed no signs of tiring, he'd waited long some nights for his prey. This night however, he wouldn't wait long at all.
Perched above the near vacant streets, he'd become accustomed to this place, the creaks and groans of the building ledge, the sound of the wind swirling beneath and around him. The whisper in his ear was new and, he thought, impossible. A hand, quick and deadly reached to the place where someone should be only to reach... empty air. Turning to survey his location, mentally marking every spot against what it should look like, he discovered he was quite alone.
The voice came again, deep, almost sultry this time, "Why?"
Moonlight glinted off his armor as he moved, only a few steps available on his watching spot as he verified that there was no ther living thing with him. "Who are you. What do you want." No trace of question in his voice, only a cold demand for answers.
Again it spoke one word, "Why?" Lightly touching his ear almost solid, almost real, but too delicate to be human. Realizing the voice would not answer him, there was no one to bring the answers from, all that was left was to answer it. "What do you want." There was no questing in his voice, only a demand for an answer to his statement. "Tell me why you you would allow it." His curiosity overriding his ire, "Allow what." A smoky tendril like an incredibly long finger formed in the evening mist and dew pointing down to the streets below. In an instant his feet were on those same streets, his eyes following the mists to a wall, to a poster on that wall, a poster of him.
His dark armor rendered in bright shades of pink, a frilly tu-tu about his waist, an impossibly large lollipop in one hand. The true depth of this visage hit him as he noticed a similar rendering on every wall, on every street corner, on every street... everywhere.
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I'd have done more, but my sinuses hate me now, rather suddenly so. Adieu.
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Are you an auther? You have a way with words....*feels sorry for self 
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lol I have a better challenge!
We need more art of Athyna!
Hit me up for references!
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Yeah... I'll hit ya...
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Can I help?
*pouts and makes sad eyes*
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Hey hey hey!!!
One at a time now! 
Plenty TA to go around smacking ya know!
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Are you an auther? You have a way with words....*feels sorry for self *
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Nah, just slightly better with words than with drawing.
Thank you though.
No, not really. Just something that struck me as funny and right up someone's alley 'round here. This post the person (Monkey King) I replied to made a funny about Arachnos soldiers hanging out on street corners, harrassing little kids with their maces and knocking on every door until their trick or treat bags are full.
The imagery there, that's something that I instantly thought of ya'll.