Prompt Art

Prisma's claws dragged against the blackened ground of Hades, long tail swaying behind him. His ears remained drooped low, entire demeanor more lax than his mind. It had been months since he left Hades to wander the Elysium, not wanting to risk running into any loyalists to their beloved Weaver and getting into a fight. He had no weapon, not yet. It would be ugly if he only had his teeth and claws. He trudged towards a barely functional hut near a pile of stones and a broken trunk. Wit...

Fuki wiped her face with her claws, sniffling softly as she sat down near a bush. She had gotten a fair distance away from her home. “This is the end isn’t it.” She whimpers. It wasn’t even a full hour since what felt like her exile from her home. The cherub dug her claws into the fur on her cheeks and she curled up against the bush before jumping when she heard a small bark. Fuki stared wide eyed and quickly backed up, ears perked forward. “H-…hello??” A small bit...

His large leathery wings twitched and Ingólfr moves slightly in his spot he claimed and created a nest off in a corner of Elysium. Under two oldened trees of silver flaked wood pleaching above to create a nice comfortable shady spot to rest in, a pile of stolen yet crumbled feathers and cloud white leaves layer the golden grass underneath him. He lay curled up with his tail tucked neatly under his front claws and his wings relaxed over his body. His head rests on top his relaxed arms. With e...