Only a northern song

Mother of Dragons by Sceith-A

witcher sketch by Sceith-A

good evening by Sceith-A

Watcher by Sceith-A

Kitsune by Sceith-A

The Bakeneko by Sceith-A

Satan's Rout by Sceith-A 'The first guests!' exclaimed Koroviev. ' Monsieur Jacques and his wife. Allow me to introduce to you, your majesty, a most interesting man. A confirmed forger, a traitor to his country but no mean alchemist. He was famous,' Koroviev whispered into Margarita's ear, ' for having poisoned the king's mistress. Not everybody can boast of that, can they? See how good-looking he is! ' Turning pale and open-mouthed with shock, Margarita looked down and saw gallows and coffin disappear through a side door in the hall. 'We are delighted! ' the cat roared to Monsieur Jacques as he mounted the steps. Just then a headless, armless skeleton appeared in the fireplace below, fell down and turned into yet another man in a tailcoat. Monsieur Jacques' wife had by now reached the head of the staircase where she knelt down, pale with excitement, and kissed Margarita's foot.   Mikhail Bulgakov The Master and Margarita

Pontius Pilate by Sceith-A ' Once more he had a vision of a goblet of dark liquid. ' Poison, I need poison.. .. ' And again he heard the voice : 'At this moment the truth is chiefly that your head is aching and aching so hard that you are having cowardly thoughts about death. Not only are you in no condition to talk to me, but it even hurts you to look at me. This makes me seem to be your torturer, which distresses me. You cannot even think and you can only long for your dog, who is clearly the only creature for whom you have any affection. But the pain will stop soon and your headache will go.' Mikhail Bulgakov The Master and Margarita

nakama-tachi by Sceith-A

On Sparrow Hills by Sceith-A This time the master was thoroughly frightened and ran back to his waiting companions. 'Well,' said Woland to him from the saddle, ' have you made your farewell?' 'Yes, I have,' said the master and boldly returned Woland's stare. Then like the blast of a trumpet the terrible voice of Woland rang out over the hills : 'It is time!' Mikhail Bulgakov The Master and Margarita

By Candlelight by Sceith-A The door opened into a small room. Margarita saw a wide oak bed covered in dirty, rumpled bedclothes and pillows. In front of the bed was a table with carved oaken legs bearing a candelabra whose sockets were made in the shape of birds' claws. Seven fat wax candles burned in their grasp. On the table there was also a large chessboard set with elaborately carved pieces. A low bench stood on the small, worn carpet. There was one more table laden with golden beakers and another candelabra with arms fashioned like snakes. The room smelled of damp and tar. Shadows thrown by the candlelight criss-crossed on the floor. Mikhail Bulgakov The Master and Margarita

Azazello's Cream by Sceith-A 'I'll go,' replied Margarita Nikolayevna simply. 'In that case allow me to present you with this,' said Azazello, taking a little round gold box out of his pocket and saying as he handed it to Margarita : ' Hide it, or people will see it. It will do you good, Margarita Nikolayevna; unhappiness has aged you a lot in the last six months--' Margarita bridled but said nothing, and Azazello went on : ' This evening, at exactly half past eight, you will kindly strip naked and rub this ointment all over your face and your body. After that you can do what you like, but don't go far from the telephone. At nine I shall ring you up and tell you what you have to do. You won't have to worry about anything, you'll be taken to where you're going and nothing will be done to upset you. Understood? ' Mikhail Bulgakov The Master and Margarita