Jukkhag.

An occult monstrosity.

[Jukkhag. @HeartOfTheWeave]

Yearning for, and mourning, a love lost to the forever after.

[Jukkhag. @HeartOfTheWeave]

From between the cracks of its horrible scales and from the corners of its all-seeing eyes does the creature weep a golden, iridescent ichor that paints its immaculate figure from head to heel: its undying love for its long-dead goddess made manifest. -

[𝓜aria 𝓗ermosa @Malaestrelya]

|| Ep 3 (English version) is now up on Webtoons!

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|| Carinderia Tales (FILIPINO) Ep. 3 now available on Webtoons!

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[𝓜aria 𝓗ermosa @Malaestrelya]

|| Carinderia Tales (English ver.) is now up!

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@MALlFlC "- aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

"Not much out of the ordinary for us, Lady de Belle. Although, recent findings might contradict that. We trust you are keeping well?"

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@PLUMBLOSSUMSNOW crunchy ice cubes

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- the earth.

A strange figure can be found in the center of the field kneeling with their head low before a young, deformed tree twice their size. Some of the limbs the tree has appear to loop back into its irregular trunk. The figure doesn't appear to notice the interloper.

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@GerdHuntsBeasts

The sky burns crimson, the evening sun's last light barely stretching beyond the woods on the horizon. The late-autumn air is bitter and numbing with mild winds that crack fingers and lips. -

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- Its far side is bordered by a farmhouse stable neighbouring a derelict village that's been long-overtaken by the land it was built upon. It appears decrepit and rotten with its doors missing and its ceiling caved in, half-engulfed in vines that threaten to pull it deeper into -

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|| whole fight was a snooze fest man ||

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Clicking. Ticking.

[Jukkhag. @HeartOfTheWeave]

Idly picking at the patchwork on their silks.

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Carving the bark off of a tree with its horns. Self-soothing.

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- A love-letter-turned-prayer, woven of golden thread, forever unheard.

[Jukkhag. @HeartOfTheWeave]

From between the cracks of its horrible scales and from the corners of its all-seeing eyes does the creature weep a golden, iridescent ichor that paints its immaculate figure from head to heel: its undying love for its long-dead goddess made manifest. -

[Jukkhag. @HeartOfTheWeave]

- Its sacred blood pools around the ashen petals of roses and christens the mud beneath its knee. Where once its tenderhearted hymn rekindled an ancient flame, its wretched song now shatters the feeble minds of men and scorches the earth in an ancient tongue. -

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