(( Hm! A Shadow Queen! They're both lovely for sketches. I can't even do digital art for my, life, so this is well done in my book. I'm interested in roleplaying with one of your characters here, if that's alright with you? ))
The vault of darkness covered the sky as the moon rose steadily in its constant course, slowly but surely. It shone over a soaring mountain, casting shadows along the peaks and edges, throwing light into caves and brightening cliff faces. Far off in the precarious cradle of the mountain crag sat a crumbling castle that watched the lands beyond the mountain. Broken and cracked stained glass windows reflected the light of the dying sun and cast a sorrowfully colorful beam onto the grey stones, though a soul wandered blindly through the stone wreckage. In an area where the throne room would have been sat a tall man in black and gold, a black and gold royal cloak draped over his left arm and a crown upon his spiky black-haired head. His yellow eyes blindly looked out at the horizon, unable to watch the orange sky light the white clouds pink and die underneath the powerful vault of darkness that covered the land. His skin was fair, his handsome face adorning high cheekbones and his lips revealed a fanged smile when he heard the birds chirping a hymn to each other, whispering goodnight or guiding each other home. "The air grows cold, but I cannot see the night falling..." The Dark King, Salazar, said to himself. "This cloud that covers my eyes will forever obscure my vision, but such things must not hinder me..." He sighed, thinking of his home that sat a thousand miles away from this castle that he had taken to rest the night in.