At his side is carried a scabbard wrought with forgotten sigils, its hollow deeper than the world allows. Within it lie countless arms entombed in stillness, awaiting the call of battle. Great blades that once felled giants. Spears that tasted the blood of kings. Daggers meant for the quiet end of legends. By an unseen will he calls them forth, and the endless armory yields its offerings, one by one, as though the scabbard remembers every battle ever fought and yet to be fought.
He is a master of all forms of war, for within him burns an ancient spark, an inborn knowing of steel and blood, of reach and rhythm, of how death is best delivered. No weapon is foreign to his hands. The moment it is grasped, its weight and purpose are known, and his body moves as though it had wielded it through a hundred lifetimes. His strength is honed through battle, his skill earned through blood, and the scabbard he carries is a reliquary of every step on the path of war.
Art by
Furayob
He is a master of all forms of war, for within him burns an ancient spark, an inborn knowing of steel and blood, of reach and rhythm, of how death is best delivered. No weapon is foreign to his hands. The moment it is grasped, its weight and purpose are known, and his body moves as though it had wielded it through a hundred lifetimes. His strength is honed through battle, his skill earned through blood, and the scabbard he carries is a reliquary of every step on the path of war.
Art by
Furayob
Category All / All
Species Doberman
Size 1861 x 1980px
File Size 281 kB
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