Beyond Silver Horizons

Sorry to spam your watches, all. Re-submitting it with prints now available.
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Another day burns away into darkness
Another blink of the eye of time
I am straining through the blackness
Ever searching for a sign
The days grow long and the days grow dark
And the days grow ever colder
The trust that I started with fades as I get older
Though the road is hard
It seems to me there is no way around this
From all you've done for me
I know you'll never break your promise


So here at the end of this day
Where the world is shaded in gray
I will look to the blue horizons and watch for you to come
When my hope is tattered and torn
When my faith is weathered and worn
I'll look to the blue horizons

I am still walking, evading the shadows
I am still running that narrow line
I'll go wherever you would have me go
Ever searching for a sign

So here at the end of this day
Where the world is shaded in gray
I will look to the blue horizons and watch for you to come
When my hope is tattered and torn
When my faith is weathered and worn
I'll look to the blue horizons

Lyrics by 38th Parallel

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Finally finished this one. A personal bit of artwork to both get out a pose and idea I had for Thalion, kind of help myself feel better about things, and play around with coloring. I've been trying forever to get Thalion's wings to look truly silver and clouds to look a bit more believable. I think I'm getting there.

The first age of ParaChiMar ended with the death of Koi, the silver-winged king and guardian of life. During the battle he bound his spirit to that of Chinupheus, locking them both forever inbetween their domains- life and death, forever to remain inbetween. His death led to the fall of the Silver Tribe and brought in an age of darkness for the realm under the rule of Chinupheus' general, Sano. A dangerously clever man with a skewed vision of peace. A small group of Koi's original army made an escape, led by Seifer Lionheart and Koi's spirit itself into the safety of the Greenwood to await a sign of hope-

The rise of silver once more.


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Thalion, the Ambronians, and the art is (c) to me