minas art commission

[trinn 5128]

 

As the sun began a new cycle, a lone figure passed through the halls of the Temple, his footfalls padding along the mosaic rendering of the newborn deity, the sacred icon of his people. Though he was alone here, he could feel the currents of air twist as he walked where his people had walked, in their regular pilgrimage towards the shrine of the once-Titan. Light casts from the glassaic dome overhead, illuminating the statue before him in a bright spectrum.    He found himself asking, as he fell to his knees, decades of ingrained loyalty making the gesture unconscious.    ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?

 

The scent of ozone heralded the arrival of the man. The air buckled with a violent compression; miasmas of ionized discharge and vast energies unleashed upon the stone behind him. The mosaics beneath cracked and scorched in a perfect radius, the fractures hissing against the cooler air of the shrine. When it scattered into the wind, he was left in its wake.

“I am here, Chosen.”

The Dragon turned to look upon the Lion. There was irony in his enamored approach, his armored boots upon the mosaics of his patron were sacrilege enough. But the Dragon's eyes moved across the man's adornments with a slow and particular attention, the embered half-lidded glow of them tracing each piece in turn: trinkets, many of them, fashioned from the weaponized bones of his kin. Each one catalogued. Each one remembered. 

“And yet you are not the one I called, Keeper.”

 

“I am the only one who would answer.”

 

The silence held. Neither moved to break it.

 

“You wear their bones.”  He did not look back as he said it. “I wonder if you know whose they were.”

“Do you remember the names of every one of us you slew in the name of your Usurper?”

The Lion’s eyes moved to the idol, tracking the carved scales, the spread wings, the stone face of the ascended; this banner of an enemy he’d spent centuries fighting.

 

“In his pursuit of freedom, he became Order..” Noticing his contempt, the Dragon gestured at the shrine of the Temple’s heart, rising then, measuredly. “Fate is the scaffold of all things, every age built upon it, broken by it. That is what stands before you. Not a conqueror. Not a warlord.” “Name me a truer Order.” The black of the Lion's plate rose and fell as he spread his hands, the centuries-worn steel catching the light from the dome above. “Fate is not Order. The sun has not been the same since his death. Old evils now stir in corners that the light of my Patron once reached. Fate willed all of it. Ruin, as much as peace.” The Lion laughed, low and short, reciting then scripture in rote repetition, “His primordial aspects were assigned then unto him; Order, to maintain the balance the Maker had so carefully forged.” And then pivoted from that quote, “The balance your Father has thrown aside.” “Conviction is what separates Order from Ruin. Conviction wills it.” Smoke issued from his nostrils in a thin, deliberate plume, rising toward the dome.  “Your Father tends his garden. So tell me, Dragon, who holds the realm?” The Dragon moved to the shrine and rested his fingers at the base of the temple. The stone was warm beneath his touch. “No longer will it be the quarrelings of False-Gods. Nor Daemons. No longer.” He turned from the idol. Behind him the carved face of his fallen brothers watched in silence, and the dome light fell upon his draconic architecture as he faced the man in his ethereal plate.

“We shall.”

The Lion's hands dropped to his sides. For a long moment he said nothing. His gaze stayed upon the idol, and in the worn relief of his armor the dome light caught and scattered, throwing pale reflections across the mosaic at his feet. The bones at his belt clicked faintly as he shifted his weight. When he spoke at last, his once-golden voice had shed some of its edge.

“Your Father fought centuries for the right to choose his own fate. And when he held it, he put down his sword and left this realm.” He moved to stand beside the Dragon, both of them facing the Temple.

“The others never understood. The war between you and I did not end in defeat. It ended because there was nothing left worth fighting for. Too often we relied on intervention from the Lord of Sunlight. Hubris was our greatest flaw. The belief that right makes might. We were so used to past successes that we could not notice how dim the light had gotten, and how close the encroaching shadows were. Too many flocked to the glory held in leading, when all had forgotten how to follow, and so we failed.”

“He won. I will not pretend otherwise, though the others will.”

 

“Then we are agreed.”

“A new order,” said the Lion.

“Ours to define,” said the Dragon.

“No. There is still one left to inherit the mantle in its closest form.”

“Who then?”

“Your father was not the only Titan.”

“Her?”

“Sol Invicta.”

“And in return?”

“We will free your Father’s father.”

 

 

[squakhawk 14038]

SPAWNING IN MORE WITH PEX AND TAKING UP EVERY COMMISSION SLOT RN WHAT I WOULD GIVE FOR TRINN ART…

[Samson Option 9652]

If only I had my mina spawn arc as a GM in Aegis now so I could pay you for so much art :(

[trinn 5128]

i'll look away from any pex abuse to spawn mina dw .......

[HogoBojo 4725]

1 hour ago, squakhawk said:

SPAWNING IN MORE WITH PEX AND TAKING UP EVERY COMMISSION SLOT RN WHAT I WOULD GIVE FOR TRINN ART…

Spawning in even more to out-pay you and take all the com slots!!!

[Turbo_Dog 3567]

I need a mina offshore wire transfer suddenly

[Islamadon 9158]

Crazy if you thinking it’s worth 4k. 

[trinn 5128]

2 minutes ago, Islamadon said:

Crazy if you thinking it’s worth 4k. 

🤷‍♀️

[Cheese 8883]

do u take usd too or... 

[Your Favorite Impure 736]

I come out of a long hiatus to say Trinn art is absolutely worth 4k mina. Now I return to lurking indefinitely.

[trinn 5128]

40 minutes ago, Cheese said:

do u take usd too or... 

 

usually i only take real moneys but atm im only taking 1 comm (minas comm) bc of uni workload :c

[Tav 4336]

3 hours ago, Islamadon said:

Crazy if you thinking it’s worth 4k. 

 

[Samson Option 9652]

On 3/27/2024 at 3:59 PM, Your Favorite Impure said:

I come out of a long hiatus to say Trinn art is absolutely worth 4k mina. Now I return to lurking indefinitely.

 

Come lurk with me at the Kwee Pueblo mate

[winterblood 11181]

for sure worth 4k and more

if people cant afford then click on a diff post

[annabanana1014 2084]

if only I had mina...