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The Messengers pad through scorched fields, their targets in their view. They, unlike the Shepherd, do not pity the husks nor their stories, they do as told.
Their masks merely accessories to the red beauty, made to contain themselves. Their faces fragile beauty.
Their targets, often unconscious, always receive : you cannot escape from what makes you. They become unaware of the process, shielded from the pain. A mercy.
Over time they begin to forget, it is of no worries, they do not need to remember.
It is easier when they forget.
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The Messengers return home once the job is done, there is nothing for them there.
This picture makes me want to puke! I guess that means this guy is an awesome artist if he can make this little lady cringe! But seriously, this guy's art is awesome! You should check it out. In the meantime I am going to keep drawing and not cry for the Hanar and Drell :*(
http://dunechampion.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d53a2fn