Hrima and Eisglodir
In the farthest reaches of the frozen north, where wind and ice rule, Hrima and Eisglodir patrol the endless snowfields. Hrima—a quiet guardian—carries the weight of ancient oaths, his small frame steady with a warrior’s resolve. Eisglodir—his towering mount—moves with sharp grace, venom gleaming, spikes poised, a shield against the cold, and the key to their survival.
Bound by an unspoken bond, they cross the stillness, watching, listening—protectors of hidden paths, keepers of old secrets. A flicker of life in an endless white, enduring where few dare to tread.
Sculpted with Cosclay, painted with acrylics.
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Thank you so much! I’m not sure about crazy, but it was definitely time-consuming