Artist-   Smenco
Writer-   TwoFacedDragon

"Let me tell you a brutal reality of this world." The statue of flesh, scale, bone growls these words with such low guttural tones that the slew of sounds resonate with a tune of something that was ground through a gauntlet of fire and stone. These words spoken with the same intimidation and resolution as the man they came from.

There he stood with his back toward you, and yet you can feel no comfort in this act. If anything it makes you feel small, as he towers ahead of you. Only looking side long, to glance over his pauldron of scale, muscle, and bone. "This is something you should know after all. Old mothers and mistresses spoke warrying tales and bed time stories about it to their children a long, long time ago..."

Whether the pause is for dramatic effect, or a contemplation of thought is unsure. The world stands in silence, stiff and still, as if all held in a breath to hear and see his words, his actions. Looking away, he stairs off into the nothing before him, and then to his hand. The razors extending from the tips of his fingers, finely trimmed and cut. Each razor sharp, glistening in the dim light. Polished and shaped as if crafted for the admirable madness that is civilized conflict. "The world is not as civilized as you would think. The world is full of savages in suits, monsters in mansions, and yet we give such murderers titles. Lords, Barrons, Counts. The only things they count, the pounds of flesh that are served upon silver platters in their stone towers. Lonely at the top, as they seek nothing but greater powers and the utter submission of the subservient serfs that have known nothing but servitude for generations to their masters."

The last word spat from his lips, as if spoken with disdain. Wings twitch, as his tail sways from side to side. Striding forth, he speaks one last truth to you. "Masters of the land, shepherds of the misbegotten. It is only a matter of time before these lambs bring us to the table for slaughter. This fate is inevitable. Their cries have been left unanswered for too long.

Turning to face you, eyes as crimson as the streaks of blood now rolling down his wrist. A fist clenched with such passion and disdain for his own pain, the very claws upon their tips dig into the palm of his hardened hand. "Our crimes left unpunished. But the wheels time are turning, and the tide in rolling in. Soon, very soon, perhaps even you lifetime... Most definitely in mine. And when it comes, when the gates are splintered, the cities burned, as the walls come crashing down around us; we will finally see the savage in us all."


Ladies and Gentlemen, let me introduce you to Orin Von Vascal, the Serpent of the Atlantic Sea. I have a few pieces of him that I am intending to post here over the span of the next few weeks. Do not worry. I haven't been idle. I have a few more pieces from a couple of artists to post later on this month. Hopefully you will all enjoy what is to come.

Not gonna lie, he most definitely gives off Big Bad Evil Guy (BBEG) vibes. I love it. It feels like something you would find in a dungeon and dragons quest manual, once you get to the page about the villain of your quest. Such incredible quality. I cannot thank Miss   Smenco for this piece. She is open for commissions. You should definitely check her out. ^.^