Stripped of freedom, chained at the throat…yet the wings remain.
Blinded by the Black Sun, this vigorous beast still wears the weight of myth. Chains cinch its body, snaking through bone like restraint and consciousness both. Yet the wings are not tattered; they hold tension, not failure. A red collar and chain links echo ritual punishment, or zeal to a darker cause. This piece breathes that peculiar kind of endurance: the kind that’s all bone and will, snarling past destruction.