Draped In Shadows

Draped in Shadows

In the courtyard where the peepal tree sighs, A girl once danced in sunlight’s embrace, Her laughter mingled with temple bells, But faith now lingers like a ghost in this space.

Incense curls, like a serpent's breath, Winding through tales of glory and grace, Yet beneath the vibrant marigold blooms, Lurk whispers of fear that time can’t erase.

The sacred texts, heavy as stone, Speak of dharma, yet silence her pleas, For every prayer, a question lingers, “Why must love bend and break on its knees?”

In the twilight of rituals, colors fade, As the Ganges flows, a relentless stream, With every aarti, her spirit feels caged, Caught in the web of another’s dream.

Once, she sought solace in divine embrace, But the gaze of the faithful grew cold and stern, With every gaze that pierced her soul, The light of devotion began to burn.

The goddess adorned with silken threads, Yet her heart aches under the weight of her chains, For in the shadow of sacred shrines, Love is a battlefield, and faith bears its stains.

As festivals come and go, like fleeting dreams, She stands amidst the echoes, searching for peace, But the mantras sound hollow, the colors bleed, And the truth of her heart lies in pieces, released.

Once, she believed in the lotus’s bloom, But now sees the thorns that cling to the stem, In the temple’s glow, she feels so alone, Her faith, a whisper—a broken hymn.

In the end, as the sun dips low, She lays down her trust in the sacred soil, For the girl who once danced in the light of the divine, Now walks a path where shadows recoil.

Yet beneath the ruins of faith that once soared, A flicker ignites in the ashes of doubt. For from shattered beliefs, new paths may unfold, In the garden of healing, her spirit breaks out.

She whispers to the stars, “I will rise from the dark, With each step I take, I’ll reclaim my own spark.” In the silence, she finds strength to create, A faith not in gods, but in love, unrestrained.

this is namya, her name means soft and worthy of honour.

she wears a mask becuse her face is completly damged. she died protecting her best friend from being attacked by acid .

her armor was inspired by a kathak /bharathnatyam dress and by the female indian wariors who wore a simlar looking dress to war.

she,her name and design is indian /indian like.

she is very book smart and loves learning new things.

she is extremly good at hand to hand combat but she is ...not...so..perfect at fencing and swordmans ship , a fact she is very self concious about.

however as a knight for whatever reason her sword glows extrmly bright .

she can be spooky and often acidently sneaks up on people .

her hair in normal form is light brown ish and in kight is purple and long wavy.

she is very sweet and sees the best in people. and is a complete sunshine but people find her scary from a distance.

she loves to follow rules and extremly obedient to authority(due to trauma i will explain in another post later )

she is a people pleaser but has anger issuses.

she gets her sword from her face.

any one can ask me questions about her.:)

@elmushterri

this has been sitting on my computer since like april. i think they're getting along

I started this as soon as I saw @elmushterri's post, I love their colour scheme sm! (It's a bit sketchy but ah well!)

NO LONGER AFRAID

I finally know who to blame, For all the days spent in fear For all the nights filled with tears It’s not me but you who shall feel shame !

You thrived in your darkness, sowing doubt and despair, While I fought through the silence, gasping for air. It’s time for you to face the truth of your ways, The pain you inflicted, the endless dark days. Each whisper of doubt that you planted so deep, Now fuels my resolve; it awakens my sleep. I stand in the light, and I’m breaking your hold, No longer a story of fear to be told. As I turn from your darkness, a weight lifts at last, Goodbye to the moments that held me steadfast. Bittersweet is the farewell, for lessons you’ve taught, In the shadows you cast, a resilience I’ve sought. I grieve for the pieces of me you confined, Yet I step into freedom, leaving you behind. With each breath I take, I reclaim my own light, In this sorrowful parting, I’m ready to fight

Okay so hear me out...

BONUS CURSED CONTENT! Laios and Hunter have the same wolf Fursona:

EDIT: Following feedback, I’m changing the Willow/Chilchuck panel from “A parent in a child’s body who is just done with everyone’s shit” to “Carrying the team, Done with everyone’s shit.” I don’t want anything I produce to be hurtful or upsetting to anyone, so even though I don’t feel it’s as impactful, and least it’s not infantilising. This will probably achieve little to nothing now the meme has breached containment but it’s the least I can do. Thank you all for feedback.