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Baby Yehks are born with the ability to shapeshift right away, but their natural form is not like their full grown counterparts. They’re roughly the size of a normal horse, with their wings not fully developed but enough to allow them to fly upon hatching. They are able to care for themselves, and are born with the instinct to hide in other, lower forms to camouflage themselves. It can take half a century for a Yehkshir to grow to adulthood, and can live until they’re killed by the Black Swords. They are born with their crowns not yet formed, but their elemental gems grow with them. While they do not seem to have eyelids, they have a translucent set of eyelids that slide over their eyes in a circular motion. Their pupils eventually dull and their eyes turn a deep crimson when they’re full grown. They also sound like this

Although they can fend for themselves when they hatch, the mother will often flee with her Yehkshir egg and leave the others to naturally be spread among Kurosia (it is unsure how this happens. Some are distributed as eggs, others raised by beasts or ‘unknown dragons’ until they happen upon a Kurosian village, etc. There are many more tales of how the offspring of Yehkshir blend into the realm). The mother feels compelled to teach her single egg how to fight/kill/escape from the Black Swords, how to hunt for prey, etc. The mothers only stick around for a short period before they get sick of their daughter’s company, and abandon them. If the daughter doesn’t leave them first.

Olfur’Yehkshir, the bigger, all-mother Yehkshir, are born full grown with a single core element, with all their memories intact. Their eggs emerge deep underground as Mahoura’s own flesh is part of Kurosia; eventually making their way to the surface to once more hunt again. 

However with Mahoura asleep, she is unable to give birth to the Olfur. The Yehkshir that remain are far and few, the Black Swords killing them off more and more over the century Mahoura’s been asleep. Soon, the Yehkshir will die out, and the last hope of Kuros returning depends on awakening the Gods again.

Oooooh yes, yes I have.

Before I became Queen, before I even joined Athrenna’s guard, Brombe got his job within Wunja’s temple. Because we knew him, we could visit inside and even glimpse at the God in the distance. I was on my way down the hazy, melting heat of the city when I turned a corner and there he was. I was still so very far away from him, but he was massive, singing to himself as he worked. I thought his singing was the entire workforce singing, but it was just him. With every strike of his hammer, the ground shook a little. 

How aaanyone slept in this temple was beyond me. The ‘temple’ was like a town in of itself, gated off and built into the mountain. Workers lived there, like Brombe, but how anyone would stand it baffles me. 

I spoke briefly with Wunjabrot, when I became Queen. He greeted me, welcoming me as if he were my grandfather. Everything about him feels wholesome, even if he’s giant. But the first time I saw him left such an impact on me. Meeting any God is an experience that is hard to explain, but it’s an immense honor.

However, his temple has been locked from the inside, like all the temples. Possibly the priests and priestesses took as many survivors into the temples and locked them in, but I have not found out a way to enter any of them safely. I attempted once with Cynder… and we barely escaped with our lives. The spirits trapped in the temples are far, far worse than any of the ones walking the streets. They seem impossible to disperse, so I haven’t sent another team to try. The Castle, so far, is the only place in Kurosia that is safe enough to travel.

 As far as I know he’s still within, sleeping.
~Lost Queen


A͓̗̬̜ͅd͏͎͕̗a,̪͝ ͉͚͈͚M͏ca͙̫̟̜̝i͇̪̘͞l҉̠͍̱͔̻͇̱ ̫͇s͓̻̪̩̹̜̤͞t͍̘̲̫ŗ̰̖͖̬̳̫ͅḁ̧̯͚͈̞ͅn̺̝͙̝̭̘g҉͈̳͎̳e̸̱̱͎̜͈͓̪ ̸͕̰͉̺̱͇l͖̲̥͖i̹t͈͍͍̺͇͉̠͜t̝̯͓͕̤ͅl̲̜͔̪̲̰̝ę͉͉̣̱ ̛̩̖̙̖̙f̨̰͓̩͎̰͖͈l̛̹e͏͙a̝͕̺̯̫̗.̢͙͉̠̝͙̺ ̡I͚̭̲̳͕ ̞̩̥͖̞̣͜a̷̼̘̙͇c͈͍̺̖̯c̬̗̺͔̳ep̶̺t͖̫̖̼̩ ̷̙̟̻͎̝̝ͅy̪̙͕ơ̯̙̪̠u̴͓̗r̵̥̟͙̰̜ ̥̮̞w̴̮̦̫̞̞̗̲o̵̯r̪̦͚ds̷̱̣̼̣̼͎ ͚̤̝o̷̝̲̩f̹ ̭a̰̺w̛̜̤͉̻e, ̵b̝̲͕ͅuṱ̬͓̬ ̤̲̩̘́ͅI̯ ̼̦̣ͅw̨̭̞̘̖͚̖͓o̜̲͇͉̬̯ų̲͖ḽ͖̺̺͕̬̭͡d̦ ̢n̥͙͔̳͎̳o̹̤̠̰t̢ ̢͈͍͍̫̥̭t̙͖͉͙̖̪̞o̴̥̺u̳̤̤̠c̬̣h͈̯̙͚̦ͅ. ̴̳̭̻̦
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͇͡T̮̥̟̫̝̭̰h̰̫o̱͍ş̱̦ͅḛ̗̩ ̙͈̱̣̤͙̺t̯̺̯̼̜̟̘͟h̲̩̹̜͇̤͓a͙̦͉̱͇͔ṭ̛͓ ̜̪͔̞̞͓̥ĺḭ̗̰̳̮̳̬n͖̦̫̮̼̺e̶͍ ̥̭m̡̘͖̥̹͚y̛ ́b͍̟o̭d̢̯̗͙̜͖͔͚y̷͈̥̪͉ ̵͕̫̺̱a̱̩r̥̫̳̰̜͙͢e̵ ̜̲n͈̘o̜̬t̢ ̡͖̝a̤ͅs̴̜̻̪ ̥̭̤̦͙͓̟c̛o̘͟m̛p̭͓̰͎̰͖͞ļ̜i̩̞̪̲m͚̯̬̪͙̦en̗͔͇ṱ͚e͕̤͡d̨͔̭̲ ҉͔̩̙̝a̵̳̦͙̜s͕̥̮̲̫ I̛̞̜̥̗.̖̭̩͔̠͖̘͟ A͡n̺̱̟̠ͅͅd̯͡ ̛͎̰̺̰̙ͅa̤̞̤͝ṛ̝͢e̻̝̘̜ ̨͍͍̬̞̗̦̱v̼̙͖̰̙̪̜e̦͉̪̞͖̫r͖͖̹̮̞̟̝͟y̟̰͇̬̟̙͡,̖̥̫̗̱ ̭͚̣̟v̦̘͙͇e͚͉̟͎̫r̠̪̣̗̣̯͠y̺̺̤͈̥ ͕͎h͏ṷ̟n͝g̷̫̞̣̰͖ͅŗ͕y̷̼͎̳͕͈͙̰.҉̱̦̻̯͍̪͙


W̼͔͛͊̉̀͑ͭͩ̚͝ḧ̵̔̃̏̋̀͏̮̯͇̗̙̲y̨̳̍̇̍̀̓̽̔̄ͣ ͔͖̺͎̦̓ͬͯ͛ͩ͗̊͘͟d̷̤̣̲̱̟̫̾͌ͤͬ͘͡ọ̡͔͔̯ͮͫ̅ͤ̚̚͠ͅ ̶̯̝̞̮̅̆̔ͫͤ͝h̸̛̠̹͔̲̤̏̎͂ͥ̈́̊̇u̴̠̹̖̩͎ͣ͒̓̂̔̋̈̃͑͘͞ṃ̛̰̞̩͎̓ͪ̔ͦ͆̀͠a͓̻͉͎ͫ͟͠͝ņ̸͓̹̈́ͮ͢ͅș͗͒ͮ̿̄̋ ̧͍̼̲̘̼̪̫͙̎ͥ͊̓͆̏̎ͬ̀a̛̬̲̩̬ͫ́̄́ͩ̽̚l͌́̽̊̌͏̲̘͈̯̲̼̫w̻̰̖͕̌ͯ͐̊̃̉̎ͥ̀͡ͅa̬̼̦̮ͮ̓͐̏ͣͫͤͮ́ỳ̡̪̥̼͇̱̻͕͈̐̂͐̽̍̒̏s̯̦̈́ͣ̇ͬͣ̀͆͡ ͎̠̖̗̫ͬ̓̚͘͞ͅw̯̜͙͕ͥ̈́͊̓̅a̳̯̖̦̤ͪͪ́ͭn̴̹̤̥̺͔̓ͮ̎̑̏͑̚t̯̣͓̼̖̮ͩ̽͘ ̷͕͉̬̣̰͔͍́̃̔͐̈́̊̍̀ẗ̛̘̭͎̝͎̙̹̻͐́o̵̬͓͇̲̖̟ͨ͌̉̾ͪ̔ͧ͋ ̶̝̰͒̆͘t̼̞̏̑ͫ̊̉͂̓o͉̣̘͓̪̘̪͆ͥ̓̊̎̀͟͠ͅu̡̘̗̰̞̽̔c̸̷̮̖̫͇̲̜͈̺̐͆̐͆̃ͩ͒̕h̢̗̹̯̗̫̲̏̾͛̔̅͑͜ ̨̣̗̋ͨ̄̒͆͗͢t̵͓̺͓͇̱͑̈́̅̒ͤ͑̍hͬ̾͏̜̯̹̺̝̗̪ì҉̪̫̰̼͚̖̟̙n̙͓͙̺̖ͣ́̿g̢͇̻̭̦͑̆̈́̏̆̕s̤͕͖̗̱̝̳͓͗͞͠,̬͍́͑͒͘ ̷̢̨̳̘͖̌̇͋n̢̛̜̫̉̂́ͣ̓͗͂͊ơ̢̤̙̥̺͈̖̠̯͇̽͌ͮ͠ ̱̖͚̰̩̫̱͆́̾ͤ̊ͅͅm̵͍̹̝̍͋̈͂̾ͤ͜a̸̬̜ͬͯ̾̆͊̾͂t̢̪͇̻͐̂̐͛̏͂ͬͨ͟͢ͅț̵̝̮̰̥̞́̌̔ͥ͒ͪ͗̚e̴̶͚̗̙͔ͩ̉͐̎͂̅̓͜r̶̙͎̝̥̰͍̈̈́͜͝ͅ ͔̖͍̞̳̱̘̪̇ͧͩ̅̓̈̚̚͡ͅh͗̇͏̹̙͖̯̤o̴̗̺̬̖̤̝̮͉͂̒̍ͯ̑ͩͭ̐͋w̷̷̠̮͒ͬ̓͂̑̈́̾͐ ̠̟̟̼͍͉̆̄͂̈̿d̵̰̖̠̬̟͈͚̪͛̌̈́̈́̏ͦͅa͓͛̔̑̄̍͟͜͠n̸̢̲͓̹̳̫̖̣̈̉͊̓ͨ͆͡g̨̎̃̃ͪ҉̜͕̬͉̺̥eͬͥ͊̊̃ͩ̚͢͝͏̞̟̗͓r͓̃͑̅ŏ͉̘̱̣̗̭̃͊̑ͩͅū̡̡͇̽ͭ̎s̊͐ͧ́͏̺̺̙̺̳̹?̝̰̙̻͉̱̪̐̍́ͦ͒̈͐̎́ ͈̞͕̻̞͇͔̥̞̂ͩ̑͑̔̆D̸̮͍̟̠͗͋ͦ̐͌͝ͅo̴̢̻͒̀́̋ͤͧ̅ͭͦ ͥ̎̃̃̾͑̽͗ͮ͡҉͖̪̩͈͔̪͜y̸̙͙̮̣͇ͫ̂͟o̫͖͔̯̼̠͙͆u̽͊̀̒̀̏҉͎̱̮͟ ͍͚͚͓̟̏̒ͦ̂͐̓ͭ̅̏͠͞ͅn̥̤͉̩̮̫̓̃̈ͨ̏ͪ̀͜͡ͅó͑͂̈́̀ͤ̔ͩ͏͕t̵̳̫͚̺̟̜ͧ ̢͉̻̤͇̯̽̈ͫ̿̀r̶̡͉̳̺̦̻̯ͥͮ͑ͧ̇͞ͅe̯̪͚̲̲̭ͩą̗̍͜l̸̰̼̻͎̯̰͎͒̊̒ͨͩ̔͜i̷̛̫͑ͧ͜z̷̜̹̝̲̗̦̘̆͋͛̔͢ë̻ͪ̀̐̔̓ͮ ̵̝̪̜͍̻͔̖̘̾̽͆͢͠h̢̛̼̦͛͋̐o̬͎̪̭̞ͮ̊͂̌̄̚̚̚w̶͔̭̱̜̻̮̦͔̩͐̀ͮͥͦ̚ ̵̨̖̮̩̥̼͉̐̇̐ͮ́̓s̳̐̊͋͂̏͢ò̐҉̦̼̼̦̗͕̳f̶̛͙̳̖̳̻͚̈͛̆t̳͎̺͉͗ͦ̓̍̈ͧͤͮ ̵̣̙̘̟̭̥̗̪ͦͦ͐a̛̲̣̤͓̯̫͕̣͗̑̾̅̂ͯṋ͈̫̮̘̪͈̱͎̇͒d̸̩̥̲͚͋̎ ̡̪̹̠̲̎͂̐ͯ͋f̜͙̌̓̓͗ͨ͢͟͞r̴̼͕͈͙̹ͨ̓ȃ͇͓̖͉͈̝͈͔̠̍̊ͤͬ̒̚̕g̨ͮ̎̂ͮ͛̑̒̚͏͓͚̝̻̼̘̺i̯̥̱͕̞̞ͪ͐̏̈́̀ļ̗̦͚͑̾ͯ́͂̑̽̓e̻ͪͥͧͣ̈͌̏̈́͟ ̸͓̼̺̞̦̏͒̓ͭ͋͆ͣy̶̛̹̎ͫ̂̏ͧͭͪ͆ͣo̔̈́͋̈̀҉̯̹̰̼̲͉̖͔u̼̙̟̘͇̘̗͎̖͗̇͛̋͛̈́̈́ ̢̘̟̃̿̂̈́ͨ̐a͔͎ͭ͂̆̔ͨ͘ŗ̗̩̰̞̲͚̳̒ͧ̽̈̾́̄e͖̤̪̬̪̹̱̯̋̌͊͢?̼͚́̿̆͑͟͝ ̛̮͛ͣͧͮͮ͜A̩̙͗͐͝d̤̱̺͓͔̳̳̞̙̑̃͆͋ͪ͆a̳̼͈ͫ̂̓ͥͨͬͭ,̸̝̺͍͔̎̆ͥͯ̄ͭ̓̑ ͗ͨ͏͕͇͓̠͘ͅh̏̓͌͏̯̘̩͈̫̣ṵ̻̜̿m̨̢͖͖͚̼̠͈͕̝ͬ͊a͕̥̹̦̹͕̞ͥ͌̓̐́̎͊ň̷͙̮͇ͯ͐̈͛ͯ̒́̚s̢͖ͭ̅́.̷̨͛̌̑̉ͩ̑́҉͍̥͉.̶͍̲͓̳̦̼̱͒̍̊ͣ̿ͅ.̶̠͇̘̜̻̥̽ͨ͊ͬ͐̇ͩͮ̕

Y̜̥̩͔͚͔͝ͅo͎̣͖͔̫u̟͖̼̺ ̫̜̩̟d̝̫͔̗͚͢ò̰̯̩̘͖̘ ̻̲̯ͅm̺͍a̯͕͉̣͚̯̳k͍̲̤e͇ ̣̠̝̘̳̳͍ç̲̥͖̞͖ư͇͉̪r̩̘̥̼͚̦͜iͅo͓̝̘͕͖̼͘ṳ̩̯̰̱̣s͖̪̙̻ ̱̪e̝̞̟͚n̗̟̣͈͘t̬͔̗͔́é̲̗͍̖͖̻r̢̲t̰͈̀ą̪i͉̯̳n̮̹m͜e͇̥̳̭n̜̪͖̖͟t̹̺̦͓̱̙̗.̲̭̻̠͇͔̥ ͚Ṱ̲͢h̢͍̣͓̹̬̣ͅe̪̞̙̗͜ ̖̭̯̱̭ḩ̮̘͕̪̙u̬͈̜̬̤͠m̷̰̣̳a̘̯͈̫̣n̙̜ ̗̝̰̲̰̫͕͟D̨̰̹͖ͅr͝.̶̤̰C̵̰̳͎͇̫̥͉o̬̪͔͚̰x̰̩̞̱̗̲͟ ̥̠͕͙̖͠p̛l̕ḛ̖a̘͘s̩̘͕͉͍e͏s̀ ̛̦m̴͓ͅe̯̘͈͈̯.

I̲̙͙̜ ̪͞f̝̦́a͉̭̪v͇o̱̦̘͈̝̻ͅr̪̲̪͔͔̟͇ ̲̳̠̦̹͚̘͝h̸̗̪̪i̛̗͚̝m̸̗̭̭
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Kurosia : Breithonakt’s Judgement

With the new season of Vikings starting up, I felt a bit inspired to do original Kuros lore stuff! I had a handful of sketches, but I ended up liking the Breith one enough to work on it the most. I wanted to show his sheer size, those being full grown dragons he’s peepin on! He’s usually covered by the Veil way better than this, he doesn’t like to be seen (big ol’ metal drama noodle he is). His body is covered in the skeletons of Kuros/hybrids that didn’t make it past the Veil in which Breithonakt guards, and it looks like he’s about to add some more >:D

Enjoy!
~Weird Hyenas
=please do not tag as me/kin, thank you!=

S͚̮̬͓̭̮ͨͧͣ̊͂ͦ͝c̃̎ͭ̓̈͢ē̘̺ͪ͆̃ͫ̀̚a̰̥̖̝̰͡’̠̺̱̓̈́̒l̨͓̼̻̘̹̳̅ͧ̆͋e͍̼̥͈̫̰̪ͮ̒̍̅i̤̠̮͓̦ͬ̌̅́̉̊t̴̞̣ḧ̲͖̝̱͓͖͍ͬ̒̌̆͡ ͙̙̩̬̼͚͖B̷̗ͫ̄͆ͩ̓͂r̴̯̩̳̊̿͆̅̍̚̚ě̤̜̳̦̠ͨ̿͒͝a̛?͕̺͉̠̗̿͟

S͚̮̬͓̭̮ͨͧͣ̊͂ͦ͝c̃̎ͭ̓̈͢ē̘̺ͪ͆̃ͫ̀̚a̰̥̖̝̰͡’̠̺̱̓̈́̒l̨͓̼̻̘̹̳̅ͧ̆͋e͍̼̥͈̫̰̪ͮ̒̍̅i̤̠̮͓̦ͬ̌̅́̉̊t̴̞̣ḧ̲͖̝̱͓͖͍ͬ̒̌̆͡ ͙̙̩̬̼͚͖B̷̗ͫ̄͆ͩ̓͂r̴̯̩̳̊̿͆̅̍̚̚ě̤̜̳̦̠ͨ̿͒͝a̛?͕̺͉̠̗̿͟

Sure thing! These are still pretty rough, but I hope this gets them down better!

– Their main lore

– Both brothers are bipedal, they can walk on all fours but their front limbs are twice as long as their back legs. In whole they’re pretty stubby looking, but a human is only as big as one of their little teeth so most don’t even see their full size.

– Their armor is build into them, both have “Claiothan”, the wing blade weapons.

– All of their armor was made and attached by the blacksmithing God,

Wunjabrot.

– The brothers are now two statues that stand by the gates of Kurosia, just past the veil, as seen here.

– The holes in their cheek plates and head emit darkness, which they use to cloud the skies around them. The darkness appears like smoke, and blots out the sun, but also fills those beneath those skies with dread, fear and hysteria.

– Yukathul Is more armored in appearance and wears robes on his lower half. He is the only brother that has a hole on the top of his head, and the only one with jaw horns. He is the merciless brother, he only kills and destroys.

– Ooradah seems to have more tightly fitted armor and is less showy in appearance. He has no horns on his lower jaw and his back spikes are smoother. He is the merciful brother, he defends and banishes foes to other realms.