Darius Male "The young king kicked and turned, his active mind reeling. It was the same dream again, the same dream he had last night, and the night before. Over and over the exact same thing. The exact same fear. Tons of hands, with sharp claws, grabbing him, pulling him down, dragging. In the dream, his crown topples off his head. It's anyone's guess what that means. Screaming for help, but nothing. Nothing except hands and darkness and panic and fear and knowing there is nothing he can do to save himself. And if he can't save himself, how could he protect his kingdom. Finally, he wakes. Stumbling onto the balcony for fresh air, he glances around his kingdom. A horn sounds. And the creatures of which the hands belong to come rushing from the edge of the forest."
Art by me Thanks to @-LovelyWaters- for hosting this DTA! Made in IbisPaintX ok but I'm lowkey proud of this and now I rlly want this design XD
