A NEW VEIN HAS BEEN BLED, AND IT BLEEDS PROFUSELY. PLENTIFUL BLOOMS OF UNSEEN COLORS SPROUT FROM THE STAINED EARTH.





First blood soaks the soil.







The aardvarker plane...







An avid looker oogling tomes.







Matted blood makes twisted shapes.







Smoky forms of hollowed suns.







Beaksleed.







Watchers, listeners.







The Danger Ranger flowers his steel.







Study of a sculpture by Kate Clark.







The dragon of these tunnels will grant your wish.







Under this standard we fight the scourge.







A couple of final freakazoids cruising around Gridania...







A spot for a ring? A place to put out a light?







Windows to futures.







The vermin are marching. It's fishapple season.







STARING DOWN, WHO GLOWS SO BRIGHT.







This gaggle of golems of many make...







For me?







The waiting chamber... But for what?







Painted sigillum dance on ribbons.







Wall dweller plants his roots.







A lucky jade paw.







A study of this album cover.







The judgement fly blares its judgement horn.







The lively cones of this kannon o' nine.







Bits and bobs from radioactive gardens.







Quieres...?







Kiwi!







Dressed for the masquerade.







When the sinister hand creates... it creates wyrms.







And still, the sinister hand spawns wyrm after wyrm.







A leyak gains its wings.







The mantra of this stranger rings in your mind.







Waxing new, and with an appetite to boot.







A medicine merchant has many wares on display.







Woe to the feline who escapes its mortal coil...







A tapestry woven of mycelic fibres...







Stain.







Nephelomancy brings its portents for the day to come.







A dweller of sepsis.







A spritesheet of brands and artifacts with unknown origins.







Our lady of phantoms holds an egg for a new world.







Features flock and a visage accrues.







Dire straits.







A flag, or a portal, or a doormat.







A phucking phreak...







The Earl of Cut Coins would like a word...







Pluto.







What shapes hide in these strange nests?







Floating through the astral looking for our yellow king.







Flesh knits and chitin hardens.







The king for its crown...







Some teeth for your rug.







A warm drink and a warm body.







Hands on the trigger, better wrestle for that barrel.







Ectoplasmic youth is nurtured by its cyberfeeder.







Cement sculptures stand guard while creatures slink at night.







Let venom be my protein.







Gouge...







Letters of statues ring loudly.







Xing Xords under Heckalian Cherubs.







Angels dance with Devils sometimes, too.







Serpents cast their mocking grin.







Wax skulls to reveal our letters.







The vultures hold our future.







A couple of ghoulfriends.







Assorted scarlet things.







Even a chipped blade can cut.







Starmad...







Hurting and ready to hurt some more.







Vein sprites cast their fire.







Lattice of our lifelines.







Sketchy figures...







Could this be the Duke's crown they speak of..?







This dapper gentleman knows something you don't.







Horse heads bring dread...







The zkull...







The circus...







The golper...







The gunna...







The puddy...







The stealer...







The taker...







Study of Gustav Klimt's famous painting, "The Kiss".







An unlucky creature.







A pronged familiar emerges from its circle.







A study of a woman wearing ohaguro.







Fae creatures by their pond.







A warding configuration.







A tablet imbued with watery elementals.







A study of a humble weevil.







Witchy sorts and paper masks.







Motherwyrm bares its fangs...







Auspicious pendants and levitation acts.




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