DeguP
Idk why but this remembers me of Carnitrix
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To truly love what existed now, you must hate the alternatives. No moderation, no compromise. One cannot channel malice truly while containing it, just as a blizzard needs an open sky to rage.
She hated her world overrun by monsters. She hated her kind, family, and life potentially destroyed or subjugated by invaders. She hated dying. And she hated the one killing her.
The storm she was keeping contained in a box exploded outwards.
Forcing against Aria Blaze’s hand, Twilight Sparkle wrenched herself up and let out a shriek that barely qualified as human. Aria Blaze shut her eyes from the flash of light, shielding her face with the arm that had been choking her opponent. Blinded, she soon felt a hard smack across her face so strong it sent her spiraling off. Wind roared, causing her to slide back across the ice until she thumped against the opposite wall. There was a streak of red on the ice and soon after reached for a stinging heat on her cheek.
Three gashes had been carved into her cheek up to her brow, deeply. Try as she may her vision was hopelessly blurry and Aria was forced to keep the eye shut. A thick cloud of cold mist had formed where she’d been, despite the swirling wind. And within it stood Twilight, or at least someone.. something with her face.
Her hair had come completely undone and was slowly floating in the air in spite of the howling gales. While the glasses were gone, glowing bands of magic had approximated their shape while a pair of icy antlers and a single horn had appeared upon her brow. One large mass of solidified mist and ice had appeared across her back, seemingly quite painfully given the red streaks dotted across it. It looked like a wing to an extent, if an incomplete one that lacked a counterpart. The ice around the based looked like an explosion frozen in time. Her broken arm was audibly snapped back into place and secured by bands of frost. Twilight herself had grown in height, as evident by her stretched and torn clothes, with a span of icicles having encrusted over her fingertips into a menacing set of talons. The same that had sliced into Aria’s face. The red staining on parts of the transformed Twilight’s body showed most of the blood wasn’t Aria’s however.
High above, Zephyrus watched on from his hideaway with bemused intrigue.
To truly love what existed now, you must hate the alternatives. No moderation, no compromise. One cannot channel malice truly while containing it, just as a blizzard needs an open sky to rage.
She hated her world overrun by monsters. She hated her kind, family, and life potentially destroyed or subjugated by invaders. She hated dying. And she hated the one killing her.
The storm she was keeping contained in a box exploded outwards.
Forcing against Aria Blaze’s hand, Twilight Sparkle wrenched herself up and let out a shriek that barely qualified as human. Aria Blaze shut her eyes from the flash of light, shielding her face with the arm that had been choking her opponent. Blinded, she soon felt a hard smack across her face so strong it sent her spiraling off. Wind roared, causing her to slide back across the ice until she thumped against the opposite wall. There was a streak of red on the ice and soon after reached for a stinging heat on her cheek.
Three gashes had been carved into her cheek up to her brow, deeply. Try as she may her vision was hopelessly blurry and Aria was forced to keep the eye shut. A thick cloud of cold mist had formed where she’d been, despite the swirling wind. And within it stood Twilight, or at least someone.. something with her face.
Her hair had come completely undone and was slowly floating in the air in spite of the howling gales. While the glasses were gone, glowing bands of magic had approximated their shape while a pair of icy antlers and a single horn had appeared upon her brow. One large mass of solidified mist and ice had appeared across her back, seemingly quite painfully given the red streaks dotted across it. It looked like a wing to an extent, if an incomplete one that lacked a counterpart. The ice around the based looked like an explosion frozen in time. Her broken arm was audibly snapped back into place and secured by bands of frost. Twilight herself had grown in height, as evident by her stretched and torn clothes, with a span of icicles having encrusted over her fingertips into a menacing set of talons. The same that had sliced into Aria’s face. The red staining on parts of the transformed Twilight’s body showed most of the blood wasn’t Aria’s however.
High above, Zephyrus watched on from his hideaway with bemused intrigue.
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Karackas
Changeling Guard-Consort
That pose reminds me of a mix of Deku with broken arms and Asta in his black form, I love it. You can really feel the intensity.