Shrike stands with his hand on his hip, looking down at the viewer with his chin up, his expression cold and disdainful. His posture is silently assertive, superior, as he stands bathed by a pale red sunset.
Tarnished Pride.
#OC:Shrike | #Furyslayer | #LeoLights | #gpose
devour the sky.
#OC:Shrike | #Furyslayer | #gpose
A bust-up portrait of Shrike, face covered in blood as he stands in profile and glares at the camera with his glowing dragon eye. Behind him looms a statue of Halone. Six spears burning with balefire are embedded in Halone like arrows.
Specter of Their Sins
#OC:Shrike | #Furyslayer | #gpose
A heavily distorted image of Shrike amidst flames. He snarls and glares viciously, his draconic eye glowing with cold white light. He covers the other side of his face with his hand. Behind him is the visage of the Great Wyrm Surtr's head, glaring alongside him with matching eyes.
What *are* you?!
#OC:Shrike | #OC:Surtr | #Furyslayer | #gpose
Shrike looks over his shoulder, eye gleaming. He grips plants his greatsword on the ground in his main hand and he raises his offhand to snap his fingers, igniting a gout of fire.
You'll know it when the sky turns red. 🔥
#OC:Shrike | #Furyslayer | #LeoLights | #gpose
Shrike stands with his back to the camera, glaring over his shoulder. He holds his spear in a distinctive stance, pointing the blade towards the ground and end of the shaft up in the air. The weapon overflows with fiery aether as he prepares to strike.
"I've no time for this. I'll have your heart."
#OC:Shrike | #Furyslayer | #gpose
Shrike standing with his back to the camera, shirtless with his armored black and red scales on full display. He looks over his shoulder with a malevolent glow in his eyes, and hoists the baleful greatsword Ascalon over his head in one hand.
Willbreaker
#OC:Shrike | #Furyslayer | #LeoLights | #gpose
Shrike wreathed in darkness glaring ahead, Surtr's eye a wrathful silver akin to a full moon. Two crossed blades are poised over his throat.
Spill my blood and open your eyes.
#OC:Shrike | #Furyslayer | #Elezen | #gpose
In heavy snow, Shrike stands threateningly over the corpse of a slain Halonic priest, greatsword planted in the ground and boot planted on the body in a defiant gesture. A trio of Halonic Executors slowly approach him. The center one holds a greatsword over their shoulder, one in the distance wields a mage's rod, and the third wields a rapier and red magic focus. A sense of heavy gravity dominates the composition as Shrike stares directly at the group's leader, face turned away from the viewer, suggesting the inevitability of what's to come.
A lone Dark Knight Faces Down a trio of Halonic Executors, West Coerthas. Date unknown.
#OC:Shrike | #Furyslayer | #Elezen | #LeoLights | #gpose
Shrike stands at the top of a defensive harpoon emplacement, the ruins of many other harpoons amidst the broken silhouette of an abandoned Ishgardian Vigil sprawling behind him. His posture and raised blade communicate a grim warning to the fortress's former owners.
Where my shadow falls, the Fury cowers.
#OC:Shrike | #Furyslayer | #Elezen | #gpose
Shrike sits on the ground against a barrel in an abandoned Ishgardian fortress, coiled and bristling. His eye softly glows in the darkness, and his blade can be seen leaning on the barrel behind him.
borrowed time.
#OC:Shrike | #Furyslayer | #Elezen | #gpose
Estinien dives at Shrike with a spear thrust, only to be blocked upon naught but the Dark Knight's gauntlet. Sparks fly as Shrike braces against the heavy attack.
"Blood calls to blood, Azure Dragoon!"
#OC:Shrike | #Furyslayer | #Estinien | #LeoLights | #gpose
Beneath the stone foundations of Ishgard, Shrike's arm reaches up through the rubble, grasping at the light breaking the surface.
stone is not enough.
[CW: claustrophobia, buried alive]
#OC:Shrike | #Furyslayer | #gpose
Shrike stands before the ruins of the Final Steps of Faith before the imposing silhouette of Ishgard. The sky burns and crackles with lightning. Around him are three spears impaled into the stone, and at his feet is a broken shield with the crest of House Fortemps.
XVI - The Tower
Burn the sky.
#OC:Shrike | #Furyslayer | #gpose
Shrike kneels on one knee in a forest clearing, wielding a pair of twinfangs held in a reverse grip. A whorl of crimson slashes erupt behind him as he finishes his attack.
First Brood's Ire
#OC:Shrike | #Furyslayer | #LeoLights | #gpose
A close-up of the bottom half of Shrike's face, covered in blood. He bares his fangs and curls his lips in a scornful growl. He speaks. "Do you finally hear it, brother? The cowering masses. My screams as you whipped, flayed, and burned me? The uncaring silence of the wind? This is the sound of your faith. So in death, know this:"
Shrike violently thrusts his arm through Charibert's chest like a blade, hand erupting from the other side with bloody heart in grip. Charibert gasps blood in abject shock. A trio of three of Shrike's burning spears impale the stone ground behind them. Shrike finishes his statement: "All fury ends in cruelty."
Wages of faith.
[CW: Blood/Gore]
#OC:Shrike | #Furyslayer | #ElvaShade | #gpose
Standing atop a snowy cliff, Shrike hoists the defeated dragoon Heustienne up by the throat in a chokehold, dangling her over the edge. The dragoon's spear is embedded in the snow off to the side. Shrike calmly grips his blade as he barks at her in rage: "Your charlatan Order hunts my kin, wears our flesh, burns their own lives in a foolish attempt to mimic a fraction of our majesty, and even possesses the gall to despoil our very names?!"
Heustienne, terrified and bloody, weakly struggles against Shrike's grip with her hands. Her gaze is frozen in horror as she is transfixed on her foe. The wastes of snow and battlefield ruins loom far beneath her. Shrike continues his invective. "And all you have to show for it is THIS?!"
Behold majesty.
#OC:Shrike | #Furyslayer | #Heustienne | #gpose
Ishgard looms against burning skies as Hilda and Shrike face off on the wreckage of the Final Steps of Faith. Shrike staggers, wounded and bloody, face contorted in anger and shock as Hilda stands stoic, leveling her handcannon at his heart. She glares, pained but resolved.
Tell me why create a circle none can break?
#OC:Shrike | #Furyslayer | #Shrilda | #HildaWare | #gpose
Shrike stands on an icy cliffside in Coerthas, brandishing his greatsword as six burning spears hover in the air in formation behind him. He glares balefully. Beneath him is a boss fight introduction title: XIIIth of the Heavens' Ward, Léone Dantès
"This wasteland will be your grave, Warrior of Light. And I will not make your death painless."
#OC:Shrike | #Furyslayer | #LeoLights | #gpose
Shrike rides a rearing six-hoofed horse. Its coat is black and shot through with veins of gold and lightning. Shrike brandishes a burning draconic spear out to the side, claiming dominion over ashen ruins.
With wicked implement in grip, sharpen love in conquest.
#OC:Shrike | #Furyslayer | #gpose
Shrike lays on Hilda's lap on the bank of a river. Apart from his head propped on Hilda's leg, he lays flat, looking battle weary. Hilda leans in close to kiss his head, running her fingers through his hair and laying a hand across his chest. Shrike smiles up at her, light touching his face.
Sadness fades not under the heft of a blade, but 'neath the kiss of dappled light.
#Shrilda | #Furyslayer | #HildaWare | #ElvaShade | #xivwlw
Framed, portrait-style artwork of Shrike Dantès. He wears a black and gold embroidered longcoat over armor, and plants his greatsword Ascalon at his feet, gripping it close to his chest. He looks toward the viewer with a scornful expression.
Framed, portrait-style artwork of Shrike Dantès. He wears a black and gold embroidered longcoat over armor, and plants his greatsword Ascalon at his feet, gripping it close to his chest. He looks toward the viewer with a scornful expression. An alternate version of the previous featuring his extra scales lining the sides of his face as well as his horns. Additionally, the edges of his longcoat and ascot burn faintly.
Absolute MASTERPIECE illustrations of Shrike done by @kitcorin.bsky.social , rendered in all of his dark, noble, brooding majesty!!! Definitely go check out the rest of their work if you can! Cannot recommend enough.
#Furyslayer
Shrike stands behind a bar counter in the foreground, a flagon of ale resting on it. He gazes ahead as if sizing up an approaching patron while idly cleaning a wine glass with a cloth. He wears a loose shirt, open to reveal his upper chest, a corset around his waist, and rugged pants.
The bartender seems to regard you with disinterest, but that searing draconic eye scrutinizes with the all the precision of a chirurgeon's blade.
#NemesisPoses | #Furyslayer | #ElvaShade | #gpose
Shrike putting one leg up on a chair and leaning his elbow on it, looking towards the ground with a pondering expression. He wears stripped-down leather armor over chainmail
POV: You thought you had his measure and now you're bleeding on the floor and he's figuring out what to do with you.
#NemesisPoses | #Furyslayer | #gpose
Shrike, wearing a hooded helmet, stands portentously before the unicorn banner of House Fortemps, sword planted firmly at his feet. Three burning spears are trained on the unicorn.
Age-old chants: Blood calls to blood. Dark omens arrive on darker wings. The end of days draws nigh.
#NemesisPoses | #Furyslayer | #gpose
Shrike, shirtless apart from bandages, stands amidst ruins, sky alight with a lightning storm. He raises his arm up, allowing a glowing crimson falcon to perch on his hand and spread its wings. Flame envelops his other hand.
"What would you know of my plight?! You, who flail against Strife itself? So much courage born of pride. Come then, Warrior of Light, and show me what I know you can do!"
Because I had to channel Shrike as Prometheus from Hades II
#NemesisPoses | #Furyslayer | #ElvaShade | #gpose
I posted this mere days ago but I really need people to see my butch's absolutely murderous side profile
#Furyslayer | #Elezen
Shrike, standing in the ruins of a Halonic chapel, stands straight, raising his arm directly out to the side, reaching towards a massive surge of darkside energy erupting in the air.
Shrike, enveloped in a shadowy aura, now holds a radiant burning greatsword in his hand, summoned from the dark rift.
"Pray to your Fury... that you even leave enough of a corpse to mourn."
#ShrikePoses | #Furyslayer | #ElvaShade | #gpose
#1W3L Power
(CW: mentions of extreme eye trauma)
#ShrikeFic | #Furyslayer
Shrike hangs in the air, enshrouded in a shadowy aura and poised to strike. He raises his fist back as if to punch forward the massive, radiant blade Ascalon that hangs just behind him.
"Tyrant's blade, heed my command. Burn brighter than the sun, be the light that carries my shadow! Unleash ruin! Dread Ascalon!"
Because Shrike needed a Noble Phantasm.
#ShrikePoses | #Furyslayer | #Elezen | #gpose
