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Here at last is my beloved Wraith Aelkor, his name means 'Black Knight', and was given to him because he was a great warrior.
I have lost count of all the hours I have spent on this, I changed his pose like 4 times and the background like a million. But I finally think that I am happy with it. I think I may have made him a little 'heavy' for a Wraith, but lets put that down to the fact he was a war horse and not that I am crap at drawing anything other than Nordies hehe :>
Here is his Wraith reference, that gives a few more details about him [link]

Story
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone.

Here they talked of revolution.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they sang about `tomorrow'
And tomorrow never came.

Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
That I live and you are gone.
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.

Phantom faces at the window.
Phantom shadows on the floor.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more

My heart was heavy in my chest as I stepped tentatively into the clearing. Time had changed it from almost all recognition, it was overflowing with the life and abundance of nature. Ironic considering the soil was soaked with death. My own lifeblood had once sank deep into this soil, but that was not why I ventured here.
With time I have learned to enjoy my existence as a Wraith, but each day I walk the earth I am cloaked with the heavy burden of guilt. I am responsible for the death of the one I loved most. My ever faithful friend who never left my side when I needed him, we shared our greatest glories and shouldered each others grief. Our bond was unique and I truly believed that we were invincible. How naive I was in youth. I stopped before a patch of earth, the plants that strive for life here were more withered than their neighbors and I knew this was the place. I am not sure exactly how I knew maybe our bond still tethers me to him even in death. This was not his grave, I have visited his final resting place countless times before, no this place was far worse. A place I had not had the strength to visit before now. This was the place where I killed him. I hung my head low, nose scraping the ground, my body shaking violently as I tried to hold in the grief that tore it's way through me. I could not prevent the tears pouring from my eyes, soaking the ground where he had died. I have thought about his death every day for hundreds of years, playing it over and over, thinking of a way I could have saved him. But even if I could think of a solution I could never change the past.
One thing that puzzles me most of all is why he didn't make the deal, I used to think it was because he wasn't a horse, but I have since met many who used to be human before they became a wraith. Maybe he had died to quickly to be saved. If I had only known I would wake from my death to find him crushed beneath me, I would have rejected the deal and died beside him. To be his faithful mount in death as I was in life.
I pray each day that he can forgive me, for living while he has died.
A sharp snap woke me from my sorrows, dazed I looked around me to discover that I was shrouded in a strange white mist, tinted with a ghastly green. A shiver cold as ice ran up my back. Suddenly I didn't feel safe anymore, images of demons and hellcats hiding in the mist sprang into my mind, sending me into an unusual panic.
I tried to get a grip on my emotions, I was a protector for crying out loud! It isn't in my job to be afraid.
Then faintly echoing from the mist, carried on a frozen breeze came a wretched whisper "Aelkor..."
That was the final straw, my nerves were shot and I sprang into a canter and left the clearing behind me, careering through the woodland. Not caring where it was that I went, just running on and on until my heart began to quiet and my legs stopped their violent shaking, not stopping until at last, the feeling I was being watched finally left me.

End of Part one...

Art and character (c)*Soiea you may not use or reproduce this artwork in any way shape or form! Go make your own.
Aelkors design made by #Soul-Wraiths
Soulwraith breed (c)*orengel
Grass brushes - =SarahScala
Tree brushes -[link] & [link]
Textures - `hibbary
Song- Empty Chairs and Empty tables, from the amazing Les Miserables!

Description
Description
Here at last is my beloved Wraith Aelkor, his name means 'Black Knight', and was given to him because he was a great warrior.
I have lost count of all the hours I have spent on this, I changed his pose like 4 times and the background like a million. But I finally think that I am happy with it. I think I may have made him a little 'heavy' for a Wraith, but lets put that down to the fact he was a war horse and not that I am crap at drawing anything other than Nordies hehe :>
Here is his Wraith reference, that gives a few more details about him [link]

Story
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone.

Here they talked of revolution.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they sang about `tomorrow'
And tomorrow never came.

Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
That I live and you are gone.
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.

Phantom faces at the window.
Phantom shadows on the floor.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more

My heart was heavy in my chest as I stepped tentatively into the clearing. Time had changed it from almost all recognition, it was overflowing with the life and abundance of nature. Ironic considering the soil was soaked with death. My own lifeblood had once sank deep into this soil, but that was not why I ventured here.
With time I have learned to enjoy my existence as a Wraith, but each day I walk the earth I am cloaked with the heavy burden of guilt. I am responsible for the death of the one I loved most. My ever faithful friend who never left my side when I needed him, we shared our greatest glories and shouldered each others grief. Our bond was unique and I truly believed that we were invincible. How naive I was in youth. I stopped before a patch of earth, the plants that strive for life here were more withered than their neighbors and I knew this was the place. I am not sure exactly how I knew maybe our bond still tethers me to him even in death. This was not his grave, I have visited his final resting place countless times before, no this place was far worse. A place I had not had the strength to visit before now. This was the place where I killed him. I hung my head low, nose scraping the ground, my body shaking violently as I tried to hold in the grief that tore it's way through me. I could not prevent the tears pouring from my eyes, soaking the ground where he had died. I have thought about his death every day for hundreds of years, playing it over and over, thinking of a way I could have saved him. But even if I could think of a solution I could never change the past.
One thing that puzzles me most of all is why he didn't make the deal, I used to think it was because he wasn't a horse, but I have since met many who used to be human before they became a wraith. Maybe he had died to quickly to be saved. If I had only known I would wake from my death to find him crushed beneath me, I would have rejected the deal and died beside him. To be his faithful mount in death as I was in life.
I pray each day that he can forgive me, for living while he has died.
A sharp snap woke me from my sorrows, dazed I looked around me to discover that I was shrouded in a strange white mist, tinted with a ghastly green. A shiver cold as ice ran up my back. Suddenly I didn't feel safe anymore, images of demons and hellcats hiding in the mist sprang into my mind, sending me into an unusual panic.
I tried to get a grip on my emotions, I was a protector for crying out loud! It isn't in my job to be afraid.
Then faintly echoing from the mist, carried on a frozen breeze came a wretched whisper "Aelkor..."
That was the final straw, my nerves were shot and I sprang into a canter and left the clearing behind me, careering through the woodland. Not caring where it was that I went, just running on and on until my heart began to quiet and my legs stopped their violent shaking, not stopping until at last, the feeling I was being watched finally left me.

End of Part one...

Art and character (c)*Soiea you may not use or reproduce this artwork in any way shape or form! Go make your own.
Aelkors design made by #Soul-Wraiths
Soulwraith breed (c)*orengel
Grass brushes - =SarahScala
Tree brushes -[link] & [link]
Textures - `hibbary
Song- Empty Chairs and Empty tables, from the amazing Les Miserables!