O Death (Patreon)

O Death, Ooo Death. 

Won't you spare me over 'til another year. 

What is this That i can't see With ice cold hands Taking hold of me 

No wealth, no land, No silver, no gold. Nothing satisfies me but your soul.

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Finally finished this up! Wolfscot in the wild west, occupying the organic shell of Leland. Typically the coil doesn't care for the violence as it risks it's shell, but what use is a shell when it offers no protection? Ignorance was their only saving grace from the abyss.

But eldritch musing aside, this really pushed me x.x I'm happy with how it came out though! Also happy to have another time period this thing exists in.