Well this guy is part of the same universe as my most recent elf I posted. Sketched him up about the same time but damn I've just procrastinated with him but he's finally done. ^^
Hailing from caverns deep beneath the surface are the Daemon. Legend tells of their origin. Angel who defied the great god being in the ancient times. For their betrayal in the War the survivors had their wings chopped off and were cast out to the blistering caverns of the Earth. In their new home their skin took on the colors around them. Color ranging from black ash to crimson red. Eyes bright red, orange, or gold denoting the fire within them. This exile forged the outcast Angel into the Daemon. When the final battle came the Daemon fought only to keep their caverns while Angel died in the skies above. No longer did they trust the surface dwellers. Only one tribe of Humans came to their aid in the first war or rebellion. These are the Mer of today. The one race the Daemon call friend. With the Mer they trade and barter and exchange culture. Despite the lack of their wings Daemon are still powerful beings. Fierce warriors second to none. Scholars discerning the secretes of the universe. Sorcerers wielding magic that would given even the Elves pause. There is no environment this world can offer which one cannot stand against. The bitter cold of the poles cannot cool their fire and no heat or flame would ever burn them. Even the flames and molten rock of the deep Earth refuses to burn them. Legend tells that so great is the fire within a Daemon that upon death it burns to the very fire of the Earth. It is said that Volcanoes are the monuments to ancient Daemon battlefields.
Naiten Laverse walked his usual path around the Lava lake of Cinder. The artificial sun shined up near the top of the Cavern lighting the way for those who lived below. Even in the dimmest light though Naiten had no trouble however. Few Daemon were troubled by the dark. Only those who had the rare occasion to be born with the eyes of their fore-bearers. Naiten sighed looking up at the cavern ceiling thinking about the recent news. The Council of the Great Caverns had been in talks for over a week. Things were getting worse on the surface he heard. Pickings were getting slimmer and slimmer for the Mer. It seemed the humans were intent on killing the sea with the rest of the world. Naiten shook his head at that. Fools. There was talk of an Elven envoy who had arrived the day before. There were rumors. Rumors that the Elves wanted to wage War on the humans. Surely they had to be feeling the pressure. The humans were expanding into every corner of the world and it had to be getting harder to remain hidden. Naiten looked at his knife giving it a few nimble spins before stowing it again. He looked to his bow. Weapon of choice. There wasn't any target that escaped it. Perhaps soon those targets would be human. Perhaps he'd see the surface for the first time in his life. Wouldn't that be a sight to see.
Well hope you guys liked the pic and the lil story. ^^
5 years ago
09 Aug 2013 22:42 CEST
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