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Runner Up May 2016

Have they ever told you to "look up" a scroll? In the Serenwilde it gets a completely different meaning *heh heh heh*This is my portrait of my character: Hakai. He is a shofangi furrikin who had to learn most of the stuff by himself. As you can see he is mostly a fox-kin. He wears a set of dark-blue midnight robes, although he has already ripped them to accomodate for movement. He is still not used to jumping from tree

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Merit May 2016

The tree represents the Moonhart Mother tree. The two raw, uncut rubies that are at the ends of the woven wires that surround the tree, represent White Hart and Mother Moon, respectively.  The three raw opals in the roots of the tree are representative of Maiden, Mother, and Crone.  So, basically, White Hart and Mother Moon are the encompassing force, while the Moonhart Mother tree is rooted in the ideals of the Maiden, Mother, and Crone. *Handcrafted, by me, from pure

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Gemini by Ciaran

Merit May 2016

Wingspan measuring 6 feet in length, this huge, twin-headed eagle hovers in the air, its beaks pecking at each other. trying to grasp strands of meat still hanging. Sharp talons glow white against the black feathers that sprout from the legs and lighten to the brown feathers around the neck. Misshapen eyes stare outwards, a fierce and merciless gleam twinkling within. A two-headed eagle appears to be extraordinarily strong. - By Ciaran

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Merit May 2016

I love the concept of the sunpride trees! Chocolate, pawprint leaves, what's not to like?! So naturally I decided to use it as my subject for this month's artwork!In-Game Description:The pinnacle of age, this elder sunpride tree stretches its branches high and wide into the sky while doing the same with its roots below. The trunk, once tuberous and tapered has finished its growth - becoming bottle-like in shape where it flutes at both ends; the bark too has matured,

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Drunk Viscanti by Unzareh

Winner April 2016

Redhead viscanti drunk off her ass somewhere in Magnagora, with only a mutant mutt and some rats to watch over her.

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Runner Up April 2016

A depiction of the Tidal Ambassador, Brantas, before he became a Celestine official. A challenging commission as I have never done a fish portrait before. Plus, there was an amusing conversation during the commission request I must share:Brantas: Oh, and no hair. At all. That's my only serious requirement.Zarialle: You're a fish - why would you have hair???Brantas: I know, right? Damn halfbreeds. Commission and Conversation were all Out of Character. (I do not know what Zarialle would personally think if a

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Orclach Warrior by Phoebus

Runner Up April 2016

Shiny scowling orclach lady knight. Armor practice! - By Phoebus

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Aquarius by Ciaran

Merit April 2016

The rustic form of an old urn floats here waving about in the air. Sparking from its base, tentacles dart about in an electric fury. Acidic blood runs from its brim, and drips freely from its base. Occasional drops of blood fall on the metallic tentacles and eat holes through their surface.  The constant grinding of tentacles laces the air with sparks of electricity. A floating urn almost glows with nearly god-like power.  - By Ciaran

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Nexus of the Basin by Sylvanas

Merit April 2016

This month, I created each of the known nexus in the Basin of Life out of paper, using a technique called quilling. Essentially, it's rolling dyed or colored paper to make designs and patterns.From upper left it is as follows: The Master Ravenwood, The Eternal Flame, The Moonhart Mother Tree. Lower row: The Pool of Stars, The Megalith of Doom and The Matrix.Here's the Imgur album for up close photos of each.   - By Sylvanas

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Winner March 2016

The Lady Drocilla arrayed in all Her Beauteous Ruin contemplates Her mask here... even as its frozen touch turns her fingers blue while Her taloned fingers gleam deadly around it. She mourns its use, pondering, wondering again whether to don the accessory despite the Dread it brings. Flowing from her skirts is a bed of black dahlias while Her redolence trails behind at the end of Her skirts. Her eerie effulgence pierces through even the sanguine shadows and tenebrous pall

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