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After the war between Chronos and Olympus had ended, many mountain satyrs were left wandering and aimless. One such satyr happens across a hidden grotto where sounds of revelry could be heard inside. He enters to find a cacophony of convivial nymphs and satyrs amidst a room of marble and gold. Basking in the center of it all, goblet in hand was the god of wine and madness, Dionysis himself! “Come on in! The more satyrs the merrier, I always say!”
The satyr timidly joins the crowd and partakes in the potent drink. The steaming waters of the pool dance seductively against the frigid mountain air and draw him in. He starts to feel a warmth and comfort that was once entirely foreign to him and basks in the newfound bliss. He watches the nymphs frolic and bathe along side his fellow satyrs until his gaze falls on one that looks at him with a hunger in his eyes. He feels a flutter in his chest as this burly figure with fur the color of fertile soil crosses the pool and sits beside him. He wordlessly lays a powerful arm across his shoulders that makes him forget about the cold he has known all his life.
Is it the wine? The steaming water? Or the intensity of this satyr’s gaze.
Who can say? All he knows now is that he never wants to leave.
Featuring the beefy satyrs of Hades 2, this is a piece I’ve been working on for a minute as I get the hang of drawing in Procreate.
The satyr timidly joins the crowd and partakes in the potent drink. The steaming waters of the pool dance seductively against the frigid mountain air and draw him in. He starts to feel a warmth and comfort that was once entirely foreign to him and basks in the newfound bliss. He watches the nymphs frolic and bathe along side his fellow satyrs until his gaze falls on one that looks at him with a hunger in his eyes. He feels a flutter in his chest as this burly figure with fur the color of fertile soil crosses the pool and sits beside him. He wordlessly lays a powerful arm across his shoulders that makes him forget about the cold he has known all his life.
Is it the wine? The steaming water? Or the intensity of this satyr’s gaze.
Who can say? All he knows now is that he never wants to leave.
Featuring the beefy satyrs of Hades 2, this is a piece I’ve been working on for a minute as I get the hang of drawing in Procreate.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Satyr
Size 2303 x 1600px
File Size 3.44 MB
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