(Somaria's daughter) Mihewi Makiare`:



I'm too lazy to finish editing or coloring it but there she is. <3

Is that a butcher knife or a rubber spatula?

(Somaria's daughter) Mihewi Makiare`:

I'm too lazy to finish editing or coloring it but there she is. <3

Spatula

I know it's bad. Don't remind me. >.>

Actually, I think it's rather nice. Much better than I can do, my stick figures are always crooked.

I like Ried's drawing of Sarrasri. Its about one of her only drawings without really pronounced cheekbones. Keep drawing like that Ried, you are my hero.

I'm scared to have anyone draw Nepthysia... Wish I could draw

She is a fiendish master viscanti and flaunts many features of noble blood. Her skin is the palest of hues, almost as white as snow with very little imperfections. Long curls of ebony cascade down her back to just above her hip line, often giving off a green glare in bright lighting. These tresses have been pulled back from her face and pinned upon the crown of her head with an elaborate fastener, a silver imp carrying a spear which pins the hair in place. Erupting from this midnight mane are two sets of ivory horns, curving in unison and mimicking that of a ram. The set in the forefront has grown in a twist and is marbled with black veins while the set just behind it is thicker, about an inch in diameter, and a pure bone color. The very tips of her horns come to hover above her temples, starkly contrasting against the thick band of charcoal that has been painted across her face from just above the brow down to just below the middle of pronounced cheekbones and spanning from ear to ear. Hiding within this stripe are two solid black eyes, with no difference betwixt sclera and iris, which are protected by thick ebony lashes and set beneath two very well-kept brows. Pouty lips rest beneath a softly rounded nose and have been painted a flat crimson, the only shine being blood or saliva. Her form has been tempered by years of travel, long and lean in muscle. Her robes have been modified with a slit cut from wrist to elbow allowing the forearm to be displayed when raised. When shown, an elaborate display of flesh can be seen. Her forearms have been splayed open from just below the wrist to just before the elbow - held open by dozens of tiny golden hooks which have been laced with blood red ribbon over the backside of the limb, ending in a bow near the elbow. The random twitching of flesh sends a chime into the air from small bells that have been attached to each hook, giving an auditory reminder of pain. She is wearing a set of blackened bone and garnet prayer beads, a Sigil of the Ouroboros embedded deeply around her navel, a sharply thorned circlet of suffering

Nepthysia's awesome description.