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A Portrait of Damnation Most Beautiful by SpectralPony
A Portrait of Damnation Most Beautiful
The twin streams of warm crimson trailed down Rose's neck, soft and slow as a lover's caress. 
Her eyes had closed at some point..she knew not when. However, that mattered little now. With a delicate movement, she reached a shaky hand to the open wound. The action felt stiff, as though her hand was weighted with the same drowsiness that clouded her mind. Her fingers edged around the afflicted spot. She expected a sharp pain to jolt its way through her system, and yet she found it to be absent. No pain...not even a dull ache to surround the deep punctures. All that remained was a languid bliss, and she sighed as the touch of the torn skin and protruding flora left a strange longing deep within her.
The act caused her lips to part, allowing her breath to rush out into the night. She felt a coldness there, and paused. Her tongue tentatively flicked out over her bottom lip. The substance there was bitter: an unknown draught.
Another taste.
Despite the off-putting flavor, there was a power in it, full and unmistakable in its unholy strength.
Now her focus turned to her eyes. They felt leadened with the fettered of an unremembered sleep. It took time and some effort to push past this blind barrier, yet with effort she stirred and opened them to fully gaze out upon the scene. Darkness: pitch and absolute at first, but rapidly dwindling until the full of the area was laid bare to her scrutiny. It was a foreign chamber full of stone and heavy drapery. A number of cushions had been moved, and there were signs of objects carried back and forth through the thick dusts. These, she found, had been used to better prop her up on a raised platform dead center of the room, and a length of heavy velvet torn from similar curtains draped her in warmth. Despite this last precaution, a lingering cold persisted. Rose did not mind this. Even if she had, she was much too tired to attempt the struggle to draw the cover closer about her form. Slowly she allowed herself to sink back down against the pillows. 
The ceiling high above her, she saw, was wreathed similarly in these tattered lengths of velvet. Strangely enough however, it appeared to almost be moving. Not a breeze to stir the dangling ends of the torn fabric...but a slow spinning that may or may not have been of her own imaginings. She watched this silently, attempting to make note of things through the haze of her semi-conscious state. The chamber was of a circular sort, with a ring of columns evenly dispersed into a ring along the outer edge. Past this was an even greater mass of darkness so dense as to allow no further shapes or hint of architectural constructions to be glimpsed from her position. Rose did not mind this for once. She did not feel the usual urging that would warrant a rise to further investigate. The want of sleep was already pressing down upon her again, and she welcomed it eagerly.
... 
Thirst. A burning rising up within her throat. It had a name...it had a want...The same cold elixir that had graced her lips once before with its promise of power.
She wanted more.
No...the want was rapidly transcending past into the realm of need. She needed it, and the sheer force of that need caused her to curl up into the bundle of velvet in a feeble attempt to quell the increasingly painful yearning. Her head was spinning. There was noise...so much of it. A veritable plethora of sound, rhythmic in its cacophony and horrible in its familiarity. Had she closed her eyes? In the mess of whirling noise she did not know. And still...a shadow persisted in the corner of her vision. Silent and still. A sentinel in the gloom. Though her voice would not come, she weakly lifted her hand in pleading. The shadow moved closer, seeming the bring the surrounding darkness closer with every step. A pale hand materialized from it in response to her own reaching arm, displaying a deep gash that ran along the length of it. A slow and steady drip of a dark liquid marred the surface of the otherwise icy pallor, and the substance was at once unmistakable. The blood from the offered wrist sang out to her, dark and potent. Her mind reeled, instinct told her to turn away, and her very soul balked at the thought of what was intended. And still...she could not hear these internal conflicts...not past the swarm of all that was.  Every ragged breath she took, every painful beating of her heart...even the slowing of blood through her veins...all was painfully amplified.
And still the wrist drew closer. An offer, and a command.
"Drink", it beckoned.
She obeyed.
The blackened liquid was cold upon her tongue, yet seared its way down her throat with a powerful burning to spread a beautiful damnation deep into her quieting heart. Rose clasped at the cold wrist longingly, frailly thanking...worshiping the power and promise it gave. The quenching of an unbearable thirst.
And yet the burning grew. The more she took, the more she felt a new need. This potion, unholy as it was, gave much in means of a new-found strength. Yet the need was more pronounced. A necessity. ...Yet for what...?
Another pale hand extended to run along her cheek. A gesture of comfort? There was no time to question it. All too soon the shadow moved away, sinking back into the watchful darkness and taking the fount of bliss along with it. She whimpered, not wishing yet to succumb fully to the whispered chorus of unnatural and absolute slumber. Yet this would not be denied. Sleep never is...be it the natural portion of the living cycle or otherwise.  The crimson at her throat had long since dried, though the roses still flourished. She grasped one of these as sleep overcame her, pricking her hand upon one of the jagged thorns that grew in profusion alongside of the sanguine blossoms, each contrasting darkly with each other in the tones of ebony and crimson.
And yet...from this there was no more outpouring of a similar hue. No blood came from the cut, even as her hand fell limply to rest at her side. 
Never again would the blood of life flow from the maiden.
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Haurchefant Fortemps - FFXIV: A Realm Reborn by SpectralPony
Haurchefant Fortemps - FFXIV: A Realm Reborn
Finally finished~! @0@ This one took awhile, but I am much satisfied with it. ^-^ After the events in FFXIV's expansion Heavensward, I just had to do a tribute for this character in particular. Just had to be done. In full, it is a 16x20 inches chalk pastel piece, matted and framed to 20x24 inches.

Lord Haurchefant de Fortemps, also known as Haurchefant of the Silver Fuller, is a non-playable character from Final Fantasy XIV. He is a noble of House Fortemps of Ishgard, and presides over Camp Dragonhead in the Coerthas Central Highlands.
Unlike many of his peers, Haurchefant is open-minded about adventurers and welcomes them to Dragonhead. Defying the usual stereotype of Ishgardians as being uptight fundamentalists, Lord Haurchefant is pleasant and always ready to offer words of encouragement or a smile to those in need. He is noted to be romantic about the ideals he believes in, but it is more likely his sincerity and loyalty showing in flamboyant words and expressions. He describes the Adventurer as "hope incarnate", for instance.
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Hey everyone. Very sorry for the overall lack of updates and work. I've been asked to be a vendor in an upcoming art show, so I have been trying very hard to get a number of traditional pieces ready in time. 
I've also been in and out of the hospital quite a few times these past few months due to a continuation of heart problems. The doctors currently have me adjusting to a new schedule of medications, but it has left me very drained over all. That, with the stress of the coming show, and attempting to finish my coursework on time...it is a lot for me to handle right now. 
I am still working hard to get comics up weekly, and I have plans for a lot of new art work soon. Thank you all very very much for your understanding in this and your patience with me in this time.
*big hugs to all*
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Okiku
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Hello!
My name is Oki. ^-^;
I'm not very good at much of these 'biographies' so please bear with me.
While I specialize in the digital arts, I also am an avid writer, baker, and patron of the traditional styles of artistry. I cosplay quite frequently and currently am hard at work on a webcomic while finishing up my schooling.
Feel free to check it out: lastbloodcafe.smackjeeves.com/
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paconidas Featured By Owner 5 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
Happy late birthday (sorry)
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ColonelYeo Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy birthday! :iconpinkiepiecakeplz:
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Meep! Thank you!
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SkullCroos Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Happy birthday Spectral ^^ have a great day dear
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Aww, thank you! ^w^
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Happy birthday
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Thank you!
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Your welcome
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Happy B-day!
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Thank you ^w^
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