[Nakamura Regura] Our wings unfurled and shining, our scales lambent as obsidian, our eyes faceted like jewels, our claws unimpeachable dark. When we walked in the ways of the wood we were winged and watchful, and we had no need of nectar.
[misaki takahiro] I loved the artstyle of this piece, but does it seem to be missing context to anyone else? At first I thought it was either a parody or part of a series, but no.