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Old art from my =yolanda00 account.

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She could almost taste the tension in the air as she slowly emerged from unconsciousness, she could feel stiffness in her muscles as if they had been in an unnatural position for eons. She opened her eyes and tried, in vain; too see beyond the murky gloom – to see what lay in the shadows, to see what horror awaited her.

“Ah, she’s awake at last.” That voice - the cruelty, malice and demonic delight that formed its horrendous sound – a sound she hated and feared, the very symbol of her enslavement. Another voice - higher, lighter, feminine - joined in, “Then let the festivities begin, m’dear.” Followed by an amused chuckle, fading away as the speakers moved themselves away from her.

Where was she? She tried to move, tried to gain some measure of understanding of where she was, yet the sound of clanking chains and blinding pain drove all thoughts from her mind. Still reeling in shock, she tried again. The same results. The same sound. The same overwhelming pain.

Gasping, she lifted her head as that dreaded voice sounded again, this time from the shadows yet paradoxically, even louder than before. “My faithful subjects, my brave fighters. Tonight you are honoured above all, allowed to share in the greatest jewel given to our kind. I give you…"

A sudden spotlight glared down on her as the sounds of jeering cheers, roared cries of triumph and cruel, icy laughter. Where was she? Then, over the thunderous noise, that voice spoke one last word, “…Angel.” A word that brought with it a flood of memories. Alas, the torture had just begun…

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I give you one of the many terrible deeds done to Angel in Dilkara’s coven, the yearly Session in the Arena. There, Angel is chained – defenseless – while those who have proved themselves worthy, either by winning their perspective classifications in the Arena or doing some notable deed for Dilkara, are given the opportunity to feed on Angel’s power-giving blood.

For a while now, I’ve been wanting to learn how to use my new tablet and Photoshop – having never used either. And so, I started, on the day I got my tablet, sketching on Photoshop and come up with Angel’s basic pose in this image. And it grew from there, expanding to include Sythiean and Dilkara and co-incidently illustrate two of my favourite songs from Breaking Benjamin (namely Breakdown and Away).

This image has taken many hours to do, as I have been working on off with it for over a month or so and learning how to use and do many things at the same time. I still have a lot of work ahead of me on background, fur texture, feather texture etc. but I still really like this image. I hope you guys like it too, despite its rather depressing subject.

Angel, Dilkara, Sythiean, story and art © =munschk
Lyrics © Breaking Benjamin

P.S. This image is about 10-15% of the original size.

Description
Old art from my =yolanda00 account.

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She could almost taste the tension in the air as she slowly emerged from unconsciousness, she could feel stiffness in her muscles as if they had been in an unnatural position for eons. She opened her eyes and tried, in vain; too see beyond the murky gloom – to see what lay in the shadows, to see what horror awaited her.

“Ah, she’s awake at last.” That voice - the cruelty, malice and demonic delight that formed its horrendous sound – a sound she hated and feared, the very symbol of her enslavement. Another voice - higher, lighter, feminine - joined in, “Then let the festivities begin, m’dear.” Followed by an amused chuckle, fading away as the speakers moved themselves away from her.

Where was she? She tried to move, tried to gain some measure of understanding of where she was, yet the sound of clanking chains and blinding pain drove all thoughts from her mind. Still reeling in shock, she tried again. The same results. The same sound. The same overwhelming pain.

Gasping, she lifted her head as that dreaded voice sounded again, this time from the shadows yet paradoxically, even louder than before. “My faithful subjects, my brave fighters. Tonight you are honoured above all, allowed to share in the greatest jewel given to our kind. I give you…"

A sudden spotlight glared down on her as the sounds of jeering cheers, roared cries of triumph and cruel, icy laughter. Where was she? Then, over the thunderous noise, that voice spoke one last word, “…Angel.” A word that brought with it a flood of memories. Alas, the torture had just begun…

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I give you one of the many terrible deeds done to Angel in Dilkara’s coven, the yearly Session in the Arena. There, Angel is chained – defenseless – while those who have proved themselves worthy, either by winning their perspective classifications in the Arena or doing some notable deed for Dilkara, are given the opportunity to feed on Angel’s power-giving blood.

For a while now, I’ve been wanting to learn how to use my new tablet and Photoshop – having never used either. And so, I started, on the day I got my tablet, sketching on Photoshop and come up with Angel’s basic pose in this image. And it grew from there, expanding to include Sythiean and Dilkara and co-incidently illustrate two of my favourite songs from Breaking Benjamin (namely Breakdown and Away).

This image has taken many hours to do, as I have been working on off with it for over a month or so and learning how to use and do many things at the same time. I still have a lot of work ahead of me on background, fur texture, feather texture etc. but I still really like this image. I hope you guys like it too, despite its rather depressing subject.

Angel, Dilkara, Sythiean, story and art © =munschk
Lyrics © Breaking Benjamin

P.S. This image is about 10-15% of the original size.