Not A Writing Promt This Time, But My Dnd Character. Might Start Posting My Art Here

Not a writing promt this time, but my dnd character. Might start posting my art here

Ngl I actually forgot I had this app lol

Crow! My phantom bird boi

He's lost his memory anytime before his death, only knowing it was a gruesome ending. With their life cut short, they were offered a chance to continue in a sort of way. This offer, though, would prove more tiring than he had wanted, though now already binded.

He collects souls cut short alike his, sometimes using his own means if it means getting paid.

The wings are retractable, though still leave marks on where they appear from. Though he can't feel much of the living reality, they're highly sensitive.

Wooo

My two artings for today's Inktober. Both were kinda rushed but still fun to do

Also now featuring two of my personal favorite bois- Farrén [the lighter coloured] and Milo [the darker haired] :D

Also the Goretober writing is still in progress! Hopefully if I don't post it in the middle of the night I'll have it by tomorrow ':]

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Late submission for Goretober lol

Goretober Day 1- Rotting

Moonlight spilled in from the broken window, a quiet wind brushing the messy strands of the masked persons’ hair, his darkened eyes not matching the gentle colour of it. The dusty grey reminded of the abandoned room. The lack of light or noise beside the occasional scurry of a mouse rendered anyone in the area with a sense of hopelessness.

Looking down at it, a small sigh left his lips, knowing he probably should stop playing with the poor souls as he did. It was such a hassle in the end. But worth it. Definitely worth it.

Stains of blood, long since dried by now, left painful marks across the floor, leaving evidence of the struggle the victim had left, though to no avail. The body, small creatures almost flooding it, was almost completely unrecognizable now. He could only tell who it was because he had studied every little thing there was to know of the now-dead creature, taking every precaution necessary before casting his die on the man’s life. Ah, well. Snake eyes.