In the belly of the fallen Primordial Malfeas, the Ebon Dragon plots its escape. An absence in existence wrapped in absolute darkness, it is the concept of nemesis made manifest through its own spiteful will. Where its shadow falls, demons pause in their labours and distract themselves however they can lest they hear the song of its subsidiary soul Erembour, That Which Calls To The Shadows, and become forever cursed to burn in the merciless light of the Green Sun.

Desperately trying to kickstart my art drive again, so here's some Exalted fanart, since that's what I've been reading lately. It's scratchy and wonky, but it's all I've got focus for at the moment, so it'll have to do.

Exalted and all characters and settings are (c) White Wolf Publishing 2001.
Art is (c) me 2017.

D.F.