A portrait of Kyrie and Vala, the Shadow Dragon. They are posed in a garden scene; Vala is curled around Kyrie and looking at her. Kyrie gently rubs the scales under Vala's head as she smiles at him.
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ballad of the dragon-lover
A 3/4 portrait of Kyrie Silverwings. Wearing the Elite Knight Armor, she stands holding her twinblade. Her back to the eerie eclipse in the sky, Kyrie gazes with a blank expression with her face covered in fresh blood.
A close up shot. One side of her face is lit with embers from the eclipse, but the other side is cast in a sickly green glow.
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i know i should sleep but the voices in my head--
In a candlelit sanctuary, Kyrie reclines against Zero, who is dressed in their holy knight's armor. Zero holds Kyrie's face close, pulling her in for a kiss. Kyrie smiles with a pleased expression in return.
An alternate angle of the same scene. Zero's thumb gently lays against Kyrie's chin.
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of twilit covenants
Kyrie Silverwings, dressed in a revealing white gown, holds out her ghostly hand - the other grasping a golden twinblade. Though her outfit leaves little concealed, her face is obscured with a white headdress and twisting golden crown of horns.
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Fairy Fire
A portrait in side angle of Kyrie. She sits in front of an otherworldly portal, making a provocative gesture. She wears nothing but a revealing shawl, exposing her transparent body with her skeleton visible.
A front angle of the same pose. Though none of her organs are visible, there is a bat plushie placed strategically where her reproductive system ought to be (oh my!)
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precious, immortal
A portrait of Kyrie Silverwings and Golbez from the alternate history of the Thirteenth. Kyrie wears a black dress with intricate silver embellishments, and Golbez wears a set of formal black and gold armor. Kyrie's hand holds Golbez's arm from behind. The pair are in a darkened sanctuary - forgotten and covered with vines - with only the light filtering through glass thick with dust to illuminate their surroundings.
An alternate angle of the same portrait. Kyrie's other hand rests on Golbez's gauntlet. She's wearing a flower crown, though not in the traditional white blossoms. The two gaze affectionately at each other. Behind them is a wall, or rather, an immense tree trunk serving as a wall.
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in hidden sanctuaries
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Kyrie can be won over by beating her in combat and then asking her out, and not always in that order.
She’s easily charmed by women and men who are physically impressive / intimidating / mysterious / otherworldly, etc…anything that matches her unusual nature is a win to her
only thing that's really predictable about Kyrie is the amount of chaos and confusion she causes!
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A portrait of Kyrie Silverwings and her Ancient shard, Sirius. Kyrie is a female undead (she/they) with long white hair, pale greyish skin, and viridescent eyes. She's facing the viewer and laughing. Sirius is a male wolf-like entelechy (he/him) with short red and white-streaked hair, pale skin, and golden eyes framed by a black band of paint. He is crouching, as if to pounce upon the viewer.
A portrait of Kyrien Silverwings and his Ancient shard, Procyon. Kyrien is a male Midlander Hyur (he/him) with short brown hair and green eyes. He is set in profile, looking off to the horizon with an expectant, hopeful expression. Procyon is a male canine-like entelechy (he/him) with white hair tied into a braid and heterochromic green and white eyes. He looks to the same direction as Kyrien with an assertive smile.
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The Scorching Flame and the Flickering Spark ::
Sirius & Kyrie and Procyon & Kyrien
Igeyorhm and Kyrie lock blades, dueling in the depths of the Lunar Subterrane. Igeyorhm, in front, is unmasked and wearing a black dress with pale blue side panels; she has a sword of crystalized ice. Kyrie is wearing a revealing red dress with a black corset and similar leggings; she wields a blood red pair of swords. Dialogue - Igeyorhm: "So this is who has been unraveling all of my plots. First, Baron, then Troia..."
The camera shifts to focus on Igeyorhm, who appears clearly displeased despite her cold manner. Igeyorhm has shoulder length dark blue hair and green eyes. Dialogue - Igeyorhm: "Those memoriates scattered in the dark whisper of undead. Death-mender. Witch of ash. Who are you , trespasser, to interrupt my work?"
Shifting to Kyrie's view. Kyrie has long white hair framed with a silver circlet adorned with black wings. Her bright, acidic green eyes pierce through the darkness. Dialogue - Kyrie: "Those who still walk in the light send their regards, Ascian. My name is Kyrie Silverwings, though you need not commit it to memory."
Igeyorhm's brow furrows, her expression unwavering. Dialogue - Igeyorhm: "Indeed. I came here to rid myself of an annoyance, not to treat with one."
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a debate with the rhetorician
Kyrie sits perched on an altar in a dim, abandoned church. A blue glow is cast over her, along with the form of a spirit floating behind her. A skull lies in her lap with her hand holding it. The spirit behind her billows ominously, as if challenging the person facing her.
Dressed in an intricate black gown with silver and gold accents, Kyrie very much looks the part of death-mender and a caller of undead and other revenants. She laughs at her challenger.
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"You say that there are no heroes who will stand against the Dark? I believe there are a staunch few who would... disagree with that claim of yours."
Deep in the shuttered halls of Troia Castle, away from prying eyes, a meeting is conducted and a challenge posed. Ringed by dark memoriates, Kyrie stands over them. In her right hand, a memoria holding the secrets of power, and in her left, a plain apple. The memoriates all reach for her prizes, some on their knees. One of them fearfully looks at the others. The room is lit with a fell viridian glow as the statues behind them all pass their silent judgment. Of the two prizes, which is true and which is poison? Only the fairy tale holds the answer.
A close up of Kyrie's face. She grins widely, her smile curving devilishly in the glow.
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"for the fairest among you!"
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from something I wrote a loooong time ago for Kyrie
if there is no hunting in heaven, then she simply will not go.
Columbia clashes with Kyrie in an empty space lit only by the sunlight overhead. Her spear deflected by Kyrie's counter, Kyrie grabs Columbia's face and forces her to lock eyes. In the span between seconds, Kyrie taunts the lone holy knight of Voeburt: "You remind me of a flower - perhaps you know it. Edelweiss, a symbol of endurance. Resistance. But as you are, you show none of this. Let us try this again. If you cannot strike me down, a rogue who has stolen the arts of other knights like you, then can you call yourself a worthy heritor of your father's skill?"
A slightly different angle. The two women couldn't be any more different: Columbia, a knight born and trained in the line of holy dragoons and Kyrie, a daughter of wild warriors and of no allegiance to any crown or country. And yet, Columbia finds herself losing to this roaming free radical who has only ever wielded the dragoon arts in order to better defeat them.
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"Edelweiss, edelweiss~"
Kyrie and Golbez (Theodor) sit together near a stone ruin during nighttime. Kyrie's appearance has been glamoured to hide her true form, so she looks more like a human version of herself. Golbez seems deep in thought as she watches him.
The view shifts to focus on Kyrie; her neutral expression changes to a smile. context-wise: Kyrie appearing in Dissidia-adjacent events is part of an in-between storyline that I'm making up for her. There's no set timeline, but here, she hasn't begun the voidcast storyline yet; this "Golbez" is the first one that she gets to meet. And when it comes time for her to return home and leave behind a memory, she will not remember the black-clad Golbez, but she will remember a promise that she made to him.
need a way to tag the dissidia-adjacent Kyrie stuff one day
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A picture of Kyrie and Kyrien Silverwings in the depths of a shadowy tower. Both are floating and Kyrie offers her staff to her brother. Her eyes are blindfolded by right red fabric. Kyrien, in his dark emissary armor, looks ominously towards his front.
A close up shot.
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in imitation of the death seraph
A scene unfolds where Kam'lanaut finds himself in a strange dreamscape of darkness and flowers. The area is lit with warm, almost summery light despite the pervading shadow. Behind him, Kyrie has playfully taken hold of his left arm, making him pause. There is a subtle look of unease on his face.
Kam'lanaut turns around to face the being that stalks the corridors of his consciousness. His expression has changed to a muted displeasure. Kyrie's expression is unrevealed, as her back is to the viewer. Bloodstains are visible on what little is shown of her face and exposed back.
Now the scene changes to reveal Kyrie's face. She is covered in dark red blood - not her own, but a conjuration of her own design. She holds Kam'lanaut's estoc in her hands, her soft smile conveying the feeling of "did you mean to leave this where I could find it?"
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dreaming again, prince? that's a dangerous thing to do here
In the Dark, all was embraced by the curse of undeath. There would be no escape from its eternal prison, except as a hollow devoid of memory and consciousness. Even the waking world was its own nightmare of violence and upheaval. Amid all this, a lone champion crosses a mire of muck and misery with nothing save the dead as companions.
Kyrie wades through an endless lake of black sludge. Three skeletons press her forward, one pointing to her destination. Though her face is frozen in fear, Kyrie marches onwards.
A closer shot of Kyrie's face, covered by the same black liquid that she is walking through.
But the final trial is always the hardest. For what is a champion if they cannot cross the final mile alone? The road to lordship is a harsh one indeed...
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the road to Lordship
A portrait of Erebus.
A portrait of Kyrie.
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just some quick portraits before I go to work
the Amaurotine and his little undead gremlin buddy
Kyrie stands in an abandoned cabin in the middle of a foggy woodland. She has a familiar, a talking skull gifted with prescience, floating above her right hand and is speaking to it.
Something her familiar says catches her off guard, her eyes widening.
Dispelling the familiar, Kyrie looks to the left behind her shoulder to catch a glimpse of the person - Durante - standing behind the door, presumably waiting for her for some time.
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"Do me a favor, would you? Are there any living souls around here worth asking about this place?"
"Of course, my lady - 'tis easily done. There is such a soul here...just behind you."
A portrait of Kyrie. Dark red blood stains her face and bare chest. Her white hair is tied up into a braided bun. She appears to be conversing with someone.
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cw: nudity, blood
be the malicious, fae-like presence that puts off 99% of people
whoops, starting to ramble on a qotd
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a few more tidbits regarding Kyrie’s soul magic
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The big one is undeath: it re-orients everything about magic so that each spell and use of Kyrie’s own aether taps into her extremely weird pool of abilities
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more of a lore post:: the living and the dead
comparing Kyrie's change in appearance is so crazy sometimes, like what happened to you?? (me. i'm what happened)
Kyrie Silverwings with her twinblade against a deep red, molten rock in the background.
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best girl on her best behavior (killing!!)
In the world of the Thirteenth, there was a girl who dreamed of living and a half-human who dreamed of being a light shining in the darkness. Theirs is a joyous friendship, full of warmth and trust.
In the world of the Thirteenth, there is a half-human who dreams of companionship and saving those who cannot save themselves and an undead who dreams of finding purpose in the void. Theirs is a tale forged half of legend and of unyielding tenacity.
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two sides of the fairytale
A scene unfolds within the halls of Troia, now fallen and abandoned. Durante is cornered by Kyrie, who is naked and standing over him, holding her daggers. Her foot presses against his clavicle, but he does not apear to be resisting - in fact, he looks up at Kyrie with satisfaction.
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but amidst all this, you continue to exist as an unfettered soul--
(1/2)
