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Tysora Goddess, developed for the MMORPG "Blackageonline" videogame: ([link] )

"Crunching petals around the Goddess appear when her dreadful arcane presence makes explode such fragile life structures"..

"Tysora, mistress of the Energy and Black Magic wanders around, bewitching the storm, transforming light into darkness, melting dawn and sunset together in a perpetual, cold and dark night… Dreaded and venerated by mortals, but also loved by the terrible promise of power in her doctrine enclosed, in her worship manifested… few are not those who sell their souls to approach their consciousness to Tysora's secrets, Mother of the Black Magic… few are not those who get lost on the magnetism her eyes irradiate, forever trapped in the abyss of her lethal look.

Goddess of elements, of shadows wandering on the edges of planes, her beatiful shape makes mortals' mood shake: her hair smells like blackberry and her breasts taste like musk. Her elixir is the energy and her desire the unleashed power of the perpetual night that implodes at dawn, letting a myriad of particles sprinkling the path with darkness, on her back, the track is forever cursed… in the distance, the Goddess walks his way with her crook and book of Agnerion, where all the Goddess' arcane wisdom is constantly recorded… century after century… for all the eternity.

Be afraid, mortals… in these times to come, Tysora we'll look for a gap that will allow her to come in to our world again…

… and when she gets here, the last thing we'll do is perceive her beauty and dreadful presence melting our essence, taking our souls from the bodies to weave her dark spells.

We adore you, Tysora.

(Book of Tysora, Circle of Tintrai)

//Photoshop CS3/ Wacom Graphire4

© Caronte Studios

Description
Tysora Goddess, developed for the MMORPG "Blackageonline" videogame: ([link] )

"Crunching petals around the Goddess appear when her dreadful arcane presence makes explode such fragile life structures"..

"Tysora, mistress of the Energy and Black Magic wanders around, bewitching the storm, transforming light into darkness, melting dawn and sunset together in a perpetual, cold and dark night… Dreaded and venerated by mortals, but also loved by the terrible promise of power in her doctrine enclosed, in her worship manifested… few are not those who sell their souls to approach their consciousness to Tysora's secrets, Mother of the Black Magic… few are not those who get lost on the magnetism her eyes irradiate, forever trapped in the abyss of her lethal look.

Goddess of elements, of shadows wandering on the edges of planes, her beatiful shape makes mortals' mood shake: her hair smells like blackberry and her breasts taste like musk. Her elixir is the energy and her desire the unleashed power of the perpetual night that implodes at dawn, letting a myriad of particles sprinkling the path with darkness, on her back, the track is forever cursed… in the distance, the Goddess walks his way with her crook and book of Agnerion, where all the Goddess' arcane wisdom is constantly recorded… century after century… for all the eternity.

Be afraid, mortals… in these times to come, Tysora we'll look for a gap that will allow her to come in to our world again…

… and when she gets here, the last thing we'll do is perceive her beauty and dreadful presence melting our essence, taking our souls from the bodies to weave her dark spells.

We adore you, Tysora.

(Book of Tysora, Circle of Tintrai)

//Photoshop CS3/ Wacom Graphire4

© Caronte Studios