I know your Exo Hunter is basically a cat but who's your Warlock you draw sometimes?
that’s Kat she’s not stereotypical warlock ultrasmart. she was born in the city and her ghost TOTALLY lucked out in finding her so easily. she hates fighting the hive. specializes in solar light.
once set herself on fire for a pun or two. (actually. too many times to count) ghost refuses to fully restore one eyebrow to its pre burned off state to try and teach her a lesson. isn’t effective.
when she’s not space losering it up, she’s teaming up with other guardians on the hunt for old databases full of stuff that WON’T defeat the darkness. languages/cultural things that didn’t survive the road to the traveler. I figure a lot of guardians would pass over stuff like that bc it’s boring to them if they have no real connection to the city and its ppls.
your art is so nice and every time i see it it makes me want to draw! i love the perspectives and colors you use, and the detail you put into everything too! i feel like the mood of the pieces shines through really well! thank you for letting us see what you make!
WAITAMINUTE!!!!! The ROOKIE is just in a COMA!!! He's just taking on of those Superman Coma naps where you almost die but you're NOT dead. THAT's how he gets into DESTINY!!!!!!! You've saved everything I've cracked the code
Is the rookie gonna wake up once cortana isn’t the antagonist
It makes even more sense because he’s such a lazy bones anyway I mean he snoozed his way through ODST didn’t he
the rookie waking up after everyone else in the squad had their day of adventure will forever make me laugh. then he just shuffles around the city at night poking at computers to piece together another story he slept through??? god. I love the rookie.
Why do the Guardians get the Great Machine’s blessing, was it like that before the Whirlwind, were there Fallen heroes crowned in Ghosts who strode the battlefield fearless and full of Light? Why do they tell stories about reclaiming the lost glory of humanity, and no stories about the lost glory of Variks’ people, the House of Judgment that once kept codes of dignity and law?
Why can’t the Fallen have that strength? But no, that strength is not for them, not for Variks. Just this bleeding, sad pragmatism. Just dreg strength. Hanging on.
The alternative is Skolas’ strength, fighting together, raging against extinction. Look where that’s gotten the species. The House of Devils’ Prime is dead. The House of Winter’s leadership devastated. The poor Exiles trying to claw out some security against the Hive. In the last few years the Fallen have lost so much—and everything is escalating around them. There are gods and powers converging on this system, old machines waking up, old bones whispering flatteries. They need a new way.