A dark witch, removed from distraction to communicate with the denizens of the sky. The numbing must have been successful, for what else would explain the twisting air that surrounds her?
Many and varied are the phantoms of the sky, but all are desperate for something locked away from them: A foothold on solid ground. Certain beings can give this most sought after of gifts, instilling their incongruous essence into a rotten fulcrum. These unjust fusions are destined to burn out of existence, rampant energies have no place in frail flesh, but the damage wrought in their short life is nothing short of catastrophic.
Obviously the painting of my daemons leaves a lot to be desired, but once I’ve got the hang of it these will be getting a new coat of paint. Here’s some extra wips of a few other things I’ve been working on, the cosmic hermit and some blood fiends. The fiends are going to need a summoner and possibly a few extra wisps.
As always, let me know what you think!