Draw My OC Contest-70 USD, points, adopts and moreThere is one journal about it but this one will be more clear
How to Enter
You have to draw my OC. There is only one for now, but I can add another later.
Everyone can join!You must watch me ( New watchers are welcome ) If you share this journal or tag some people it will be nice
You can submit as many entries as you want! But its not about how much pictures u draw!
Please respect each other and if you don't win don't be sad there will be other events.
You can draw traditional, digital, pixels, icons, fullbody, headshots,.. its really on you!
Don't use bases and please no literature for this contest
REMEMBER if you enter I am allowed to keep the artwork and use it. With your permission ofc.
You can draw him as Anthro or feral, if you cant draw animals you can draw him as human.You can ask me about another species if
Otherworld Legacy - Nightfall - Prologue Earth. Such a tremendous place. So much darkness across its greatest depths and so much light among its dreadful heights. It was first filled with speechless creatures. Afterwards with logical and intelligent species. Humans. ...But what was before them? What was after the voiceless animals? What did the ancestors see and, thus, the folklore was born? What terrified them? What did amaze them so much that forced the myths and legends to spread across the seven seas? Why do they all sound so much alike?
Each and every single person was told that humans are the only logical beings to have ever existed on earth. ...Some believed it. Some did not. Either way, no one really knows what lurks within the endless depths and heights. But still, those who believed were labeled as "lunatics". ...The truth is...that not everything is for every eye. Some things must remain hidden. Untold. Like an instinct of survival and self-preservation. Like
Lohikarmen: Peace comes to an end
The atmosphere had become as dense as river mud. The other five dragons and Ianha looked at Shrkvæn, all petrified. The black dragon felt slightly intimidated by them, and joined them in their dreadful silence.
Then the grave voice of Iexoluð broke it.
“It can‘t be“ he growled, in both anger and desperation “it can‘t be! We would have found this second entrance! We explored the valley in its entirety when we reached it first, fifty years ago!“
Iexoluð, taken over by heartache, was distressing and terrifying, like revealing a tormented soul behind a mask of wisdom. But the urgence of the threat that was coming to them beat Shrkvæn‘s intimidation.
“Iexoluð“ he said “think about it. Neither did you find the first entrance.“
“What‘s the explanation? Have you got one? Don‘t make us wait!“ Iexoluð roared in pain.
“Relax!“ Talork inter
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