Grass-green eyes regard the peach-golden glow of the rising sun, a hiccoughing call barking across the rolling hills.
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A blue head turns, facing golden-green eyes to the last dying light of the day, an incongruously high, thin howl drifting into the dark.
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Reviving this domain.
Content soon to come – patience!
- Ssthisto
Gift art for Syrinoth
This was done on a Saturday morning while chatting with DOPR about various things dragony and non.
And bells on her toes, she shall make music whereever she goes.
Ssthisto is, in fact, a semi-aquatic beastie, as at home in fresh water as on land. In many ways, this is where I am most at home – below the surface.
