Category Traditional

Violent awakenings beget violent action. Having a bunch of eyes focused on you could be an auspicious sign. Depending how you look at it. No pun intended. But with growth and mastery comes those who seek to tear you down.…

Not an explosion, but a focus. Hate is not the opposite of love. To hate means to love something, someone so much you would destroy, kill, obliterate anything that threatens that which you love. Hatred is but an explosion of…

A command to break that which binds. Sometimes you can’t hold it in anymore. Sometimes you just snap. Sometimes you stop caring, and maybe you cared too much in the first place. The rush of adrenaline to the brain is…

Absolute contempt, the devourer of dignity. Don’t flinch, this beast is merely sizing you up, holding itself back. It has seen too much, knows too much to be impressed by the likes of you. Disdain radiates from its expression, seeing…

The blind rage of betrayal and disgust. An open maw spits out vile poison between bared fangs. Unfiltered fury. Personal, political, feral. The threshold into retaliation has been crossed; the beast has full control.

The instinct to thrive in the face of adversity. This wolf presents a snarling visage to those that dare to silence it, channeling its deep, raw desires. Its upward howl tells of the unbearable call to always push forward, to…

A martyr’s head, clamped by blood and ritual — inverted not in faith, but in fury And upturned column stands in stillness, bound and bloodstained. From its crossbeam, the mutilated head of a hound, gaze locked forward, dignified and unflinching.…

No gods above me, no masters on earth — crowned not by bloodline, but by readiness This dual-bodied warhound stands at heed: one set of arms cradles a modern rifle; another swings a flail. Gilded in gold and stripped of…

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…