Zaheela

[align=center][/align] Contest ends soon, just a reminder; Anyone can enter, even if you won a card. Also no, I did not miscount. Because of the number of entries, I upped the blank cards to 2, considering 3.

Welcome back to the fold, it has much to offer.

....*Rhea sniffs her tea then throws it out, the entire tin of leaves, and then thinks.* It could be worse?

Bonus Card - The Fool (Nathan Telluride) - Warrior/Hero of Light Artist's note/Bonus 2: This offically has the title of the most sketches abandoned. This is the 9th try. BAHHH! And I couldnt even do it in the same process, which meant I accidentally made it too wide and... and... *breaks down crying*. So, here's the full image...

C'kayah, you already got the best card! Huh... I didn't see that angle... But since it's a new character it's fine. I mean previous winners Are limited to -insert brand/adjective/pronoun here- cards, but only new or those who haven't won get to be chosen for an official card

*The poster is both glued on with Void-grade Glue and messily hammered in place....* [align=center]Awaken the Power in you! [/align] OOC: Please note, the IC artist manages to somehow post this without anyone noticing.... OOCly, im having a blast....

So, I've tried to find them, but so far nothing, but I do want to get this series done because it is only 2 cards away from completion. So here's what i figure I do (other then procrastinate on Nathan's card because the hat has ko'd me like.... 6 times); I am going to throw a contest to recast the Death card and the Hermit Tarot card, as well as add on something else. Because it's a far smaller pool of choices, i'm adding on another card of sort. If the original winners contact me, I will honor my promise and do their card, but the winners will also get their own card (though theres will be a Bonus card). For now, there is only 1 blank card, but if there are more applicants then I think there will be (like.... 6?) I will add more -blank- cards to the prize pool. For the contest, please fill out the following- Name: Job/Occupation: Screenshot Links: Now, for the extra card, I've decided to do something different. I will draw the winner a card of their character. This means it could be any type of card; Magic Card, Yu-gi-oh card, Pokemon Card, Business card, so long as it has the word card in it, it counts. (Please note; figuring out a loop hole where in I will be drawing your entire fc on one placard will be met with anguished cries for mercy and politely asking to not try to kill me). For these, how many I do depends on the amount of applicants. Additionally, if a former tarot winner is picked, they will automatically be limited to the (blank) card. If you ask for a TCG card, I will be asking you to make up the text, abilities, mana cost, blah blah blaaahhh. I'll most likely close this one up on October 2nd.

Almost done, but I'm having issues with the last two winner cards, death and the hermit. Namely I can't seem to track either down (Bristol Glory & Rathys Daystar, the latter's entry seemingly disappearing when i checked, but then again, I could be blind as a bat). If anyone knows where, or likely, what their new names are, could they please get in contact with me? Otherwise I will be putting those two back up into a mini contest drawing of sorts. For now, I need to finish drawing the most epic of hats.

Huh... Surprisingly terrifying for something that normally inspires the urge to poke.

[align=center]For the Adventurous type BUCKING BRONCO (Artist note: The Model in question is Aya Foxheart, drawn with her permission/Request. ICly, the artist is unknown... Feel free to rip these down if necessary )[/align]

Bonus Card: The lovers - Faye Covington & Val Nunh (Raiden) So close to done, only a few more cards to go...

Art contest entry..... Works in Progress:

Massive Past Tumblr doodles post (considering i've been way too busy with my new job to draw lately...)

...yes. -Is a wild pokemon-

(from stream) Soooooooooo, new bardings use blue fox hides.... STOP SENDING YOUR RETAINERS AFTER ME DARNIT!!!

https://www.picarto.tv/live/channel.php?watch=Zaheela Because 2002s get stressfull

Slowly her eyes opened as the song triggered memories. She remembered the hushed whispers, the smell of incense, fluids, and other things. But her time there was also one of privilege, Rhea knew this. The reason why she had been there wasn’t the same as the others, she had her own agenda, and it became clear as she let herself let herself go, ignoring the murmurs of her workers and forgetting where she actually was. The fans themselves began to speak; “Watch me, Follow me, Focus on me.” Her legs arched around an invisible pole as she raised herself up on one foot, holding her arms out for balance as Vaughn hit a specific note.

Rhea’s ears twitched on top of her head as her body began to instinctively move in time to the hum and finger drumming, mind seeming to stop as she zoned out, translating beat into movement as she began to loosen up. Gone was the controlled, by the book postures, and it became more about expression and the beat.

“No worries, its part of why I am still alive today I suppose. I easily find myself able to slip into the back of the mind until I am needed. Keeps me out of the spotlight unless I need to be.” Tapping her foot, Rhea shrugged, as if used to such reactions. Adjusting her grip, she carefully allowed her fingers to pinch at the slats, playing with the fan once or twice to test the condition of the fans themselves. They snapped open with ease, and closed with nary a complaint. Good. Closing her eyes, Rhea tried to focus, remember any song or such to dance in time to. It was hard to dance without some sort of beat to follow, but she inhaled quietly before taking a controlled step forward, arms moving slowly as the fans became her ‘wings’, muscles tensed as she moved to an unheard beat. Her first movements were awkward stumbles, but slowly her muscles warmed up as her movements became less predictable, and more fluid, the stops and go movements of her arms and legs sharper.

Tilting her head in confusion, Rhea’s ears cocked themselves for a moment, before she realized something. Flushing red, she moved to bow, expertly gathering the fan and cloth in one hand. “My apologies, M’lady. I am the merchant Rhea… Sister to C’zhaer I suppose. As for an honest merchant, if you ever find one, I’m sure they do not exist here in this city. Plenty of friendly monsters though.” Rhea chuckled to herself. Inwardly, she questioned if Vaughn was playing dumb or had actually thought the two of them separate, but she didn’t bother actually asking. Her head cocked at the question. She eyed the fan in question, then at the unopened box. “I’m afraid the dance in question would require something a little more… specific.” She moved to place the long fan back, folding the trail carefully and recapping the box. “Too specialized for the dance it was made for, as you know. But…” Rhea bit her lip as her eyes locked upon the other thin boxes in the crate. Her fingers hesitated for a moment as they brushed against the lacquered casing, before pulling out a much larger, thicker box. “Well, I suppose it couldn’t hurt, after all, it’s not like we have much of an audience to pander to.” Pulling out the case she pried the thing open, carefully revealing a pair of much simpler fans, the wooden slats carefully engraved with great cranes mid-flight.

“None taken,” Rhea said with a sigh, eyes glazing over as she carefully lifted the fan, carefully holding it in the beginning pose. Her grip betrayed her words; they instinctively knew where to place themselves, unlike the clumsy imitations of the high born noble woman or the fashionably elite. “It just kind of funny. I have been here so long, and yet no one can believe one of my kind can be a merchant of wares, not of flesh and pleasure, that’s all.” She rumbled mirthlessly. Her ears twitched as she heard the ‘false’ name, a sad smile on her face. “He has returned to the lands from which he came. The threat is gone, hunted down by a very angry pair of crazed dogs, at least for now. As for us, no, merely a yearly inventory of stock, to see what we could sell and clear out or reuse.” Her hands motioned to the two clear pile ups. Lifting the fan over her head, she draped it over her head, the other hand moving to gather the long silk trail over her head so that the cloth would not drag across the floor.