they all have the same hair preset, but surely they look different diegetically?
(an old stylization exercise that i can still stand to look at)
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I was born of a different star—a child whose power of the Echo was too feeble to save his dying world…
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Can you believe there are people who play FFXIV who DONT know who Unukalhai is? If the name Unukalhai means nothing to you PLEASE be one of todays lucky ten thousand and go do Warring Triad, because this small child is everything to me I am kissing him on the nose
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Flames on his skin and death in his eyes send Unukalhai bolting upright and scrambling away, blankets falling away from his trembling form as he presses himself against the dark wall.
He comes back to himself slowly, realizing that there is no body with death-blank eyes in front of him, no danger to flee from. It’s…. Over.
It’s cold.
Trudging back to his bed, the warmth he’d fought so hard for has already left, sucked away by the cold of the void. And what use would his newfound spells be, when creating another source of warmth to hug against his skin would only see him waking within the next bell?
Before he can think twice, he’s gathering up his blankets, and trudging out the door.
The path is one he’s taken dozens of times already. His steps do not falter, as they carry him through identical yalms of pitch black stone, outlines of curves and diverging passages lit in deepest purple.
The door he stops before has a glowing, intricate sigil of red before it. A sigil that, by the grace of its master, allows him in.
The boy opens it narrowly, peeking through and then sliding in with his oversized cargo. Fumbling through it, he closes the door softly, and then turns towards the dense aetheric mass in a crystalline nest.
His mentor doesn’t look very humanoid right now, but Unukalhai isn’t scared. How could he be, when this is the one that carried him away from the source of all his nightmares. Who doesn’t protest as Unukalhai wriggles his way under a wide, twisting wing along with his blanket, although admittedly he’s quite asleep.
The scales are warm and soft against Unukalhai’s face, and the downy feathers catch his body heat immediately, enveloping him in gentle warmth.
Sleep comes swiftly, and the massive aether curling around his own reassures his slumbering mind. The only dreams that visit him are those of resting at the edge of a fireplace, with a furred pet vibrating in his arms.
It’s hours later that Unukalhai emerges from under Elidibus’s wing. His mentor has not awoken, and will not for quite some time.
Unukalhai is determined to have finished his given studies, to present to him when he does.
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Random thought: Unukalhai being another shard of Erichthonios, hence why Themis saw fit to rescue him.
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