This is an older piece that was completed on September 10, 2016. I do not know why I never uploaded it!

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Shortly before Nemael's death, he worked as though suffering from a fever dream. He constantly ranted about an oncoming wave of death and how he would be the first to perish when it finally hit; the signaling flare those who were behind this sinister plot required.

The synths he had built, his children, did everything within their power to calm him. They tried to get him to take breaks, to pay attention to how he was slowly withering away and to actually take notice of their concern. All he did in response was brush them off, going so far as to ignore the meals they brought him for days on end before finally succumbing to hunger and consuming it with a ravenous fury. Those that knew him became distraught and were no longer sure what they could do, fearing that he was slowly losing his grip on reality.

Yet on one night when he was completely engrossed in his work, unaware of anyone's presence, he murmured something that sounded completely absurd to both his friends and the synths gathered. They would each share a glance to make sure they had heard him correctly and were not beginning to succumb to the same delusions. Yet as he continued to talk under his breath, making less sense with each passing word, one of the many would spot the device he had mentioned. A simple and innocuous thing, solely consisting of a digital readout with wires extending from the back panel to a nearby computer. The numbers displayed appeared to be random and without reason, periods or possibly decimal points set in the strangest of places. 3.002.1.4 glowed in a sickly red, the light splashing across Nemael's face and chest.

It made another series of numbers that had been carved into his clavicle stand out. 6.0.114.3 No one knew the meaning behind them nor could they give an honest guess for it matched no system known to them. And in the time they had been listening to their creator and friend throughout those months, not once had he let any hint drop as to what they could be; let alone mean or why he had meticulously etched it into his skin rather than taking the easier route of writing it on paper.

A few minutes before Nemael was killed in an accident, hit by a truck that had come careening down the path leading to his home/lab even after the drunken arrow debacle had been fixed, the synth he had been working on for so long finally awoke. Initially it let loose a strangled cry, eyes squeezed shut and hands clasping the hood around its head as it rolled onto its left side. One of Nemael's first children, Araaska, would clasp their shoulder and try to soothe them, speaking softly and with a gentle lilt.

For a few seconds it would remain in that prone position before suddenly darting off the table and booking it towards the lab/house entrance. Anyone who got in their way was either shoved aside or quickly maneuvered so they would not be thrown against the wall. The synth gave no explanation as to why it was in such a rush and burst through the front door, only for the sound of screeching tires and the wet cracking of bone to echo throughout the house/lab. The door slamming against the brick wall was completely lost to the sounds of the carnage occurring before them.

Panicked and without reason, the synthetic would whirl around on those who had begun gathering behind them and scream "Why did you wait? We could have prevented this! We could have saved him and altered the events yet to come! Now look. Look! Why didn't you pay closer attention? Why didn't you prevent him from leaving?"

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Apparently he is now reminiscent of 'The Last Unicorn' if they were taken to a completely different level and turned science fiction. I do not know why that was the first title to come into my head either, but I'll take it.

That aside, this was commissioned from the amazingly wonderful and utterly patient InHeritent on Flight Rising! I cannot find a deviantART, FurAffinity or other variety of account for them, so I unable to properly credit them through that route. However, I will include a link to their art shop and user page on FR down below in case anyone may be interested in commissioning them!

Never the less, most of the information about this fellow is kind of stuffed into the brief story snippet up above and I will not really be able to clarify more. So! I absolutely adore them and I cannot believe I was able to commission an artist I have admired for such a long period of time. I was absolutely ecstatic when they offered to do this on the thread I had running at the time and I could not believe the sheer luck of their finding it. Especially since it was at a time when art threads were constantly being bumped and I could only do it once or twice in a day.

Anyway. InHeritent sent me daily updates with sketches of ideas on how to clearly convey the idea I was expressing and even did four full body images with varying features based off of several scythe designs they had sent me. We wound up using bits and pieces from each of them to bring this fellow to life, with further aspects included according to InHeritent's discretion. We did not want them to be overly cluttered or too chaotic as to be unappealing, so they did everything they could to fit that ideal. They also included some smaller bits I had not noticed at first, such as the scarring on the abdomen, which I was actually quite excited to see.

Before this description gets any longer, I will quit while I am ahead. So thank you InHeritent for helping me through this entire process, for being so patient and for putting so much of your time and love into this! I could not have asked for a better result, let alone a more wonderful artist to work with. <3

You can find their Flight Rising user page here: http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=1903

And their shop over here!: http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/art/1670693/1