The order (Patreon)

A little story for the context of this drawing! what happens to those mages that doesnt study much! :P (By Sabrina):

 

I remember first joining the order so long ago. The elders saw so much untapped potential deep within me. They called me a magical prodigy like none they had ever witnessed before. As time went on, I was able to prove that I was not only what they believed in but far more. 

For each successful incantation I earned a tattoo that showed my ranking in the hierarchy. The life of a novice fell behind me as I slowly began to work my way up a ladder by way of my superior abilities. The more ink that was displayed on my fair skin meant that I was becoming something greater in this order. Someone as talented as I am couldn't be bound by a vertical system forever to the chagrin of my former instructors. 

The night I received my most recent commendation is when I decided to strike out against those who believed that I could be contained. They resisted, quite pitifully, but in the end they were ensnared and pulled through the web of magic that I weaved. So small they had become, so helpless, a state in which they were easily disposable as they fell through the small portal I had created over my head. I opened my mouth and caught them all on my tongue to prepare to send them all to a place where they would never bother me again.

 I would create my own order, one in which I reigned supreme as the ultimate authority. With one quick swallow of a dozen men and women, I stepped forward to the a destiny that I deserved.