_A goddess who, despite her title, does not embody ruination or entropy in any way. Rather, her domains—animals, haniwa, harvest, architecture and agriculture—pertain to things that men and youkai alike seek to conquer... but find total control to be always out of reach. Just the same, the sand pooling from the cracks in her body always slips between her fingers, only to be reabsorbed later, a back-and-forth that leaves her just shy of being whole. Despite her looks, she is far from fragile, and were one to anger her... better hope you have some water handy. A lake's worth would be a good start; an ocean, even more ideal, for her rage is great and terrible indeed._

Guess whose daughter she is! I'm talking on her father's side, not her mother's. And yes, she has barbie anatomy on purpose.

_It is said that when Ragnarok comes, the serpent who spans the length and breadth of the world shall awaken from his oceanic slumber to poison all life, while his sibling the wolf devours night and day to plunge existence into a ceaseless din from which few will ever recover. Only the deaths of these beings, and those who follow them in the conflagration, are said to end Ragnarok to start the world anew..._

This is Starbo's brother, to fit nicely for her Fenris role. As for why he has arms and legs? So he can grip the world easier when the din does indeed happen.

_"I can summon my friends... which, truthfully, sounds like a lame power, unless one = thought outside of the box."_

_"And I can replicate anything my heart desires! This world's memories! My big sis's chains! Anything you can think of, I can do it in this superior cyborg body!"_

_**"And together, we can do anything!!"**_

A twofer! Why are they wolves? I thought it would be awesome.

_Another day, another shift guarding an out-of-the-way mansion, for a boss Elly had selected solely for shits and giggles. At her side coiled a beast, best described as an oarfish tainted by sin and by Hell's various torments that had, himself, bound to her for the same reasons she did for her employment. At least he could manipulate the fragments of her scythe, which unfortunately broke during her last big scuffle involving a gaggle of children and a dreadlich that she'd've never pegged for babysitting duty._

_Yet, with the new day, came a new intruder. Some kind of kitsune-shinigami was striding up to her, her own scythe hewn of petrified wood clutched firmly in her two hands and in front of her. Her tails were not whole; patches of fur and flesh had shorn off at some point, revealing bleached bones, and her kimono was asymmetrical and atypical... and her wild, almost unkempt hair dragging along the ground, shining with starlight. A foreigner, then... and one who seemingly did not know or care for the customs of Mugenkan. The hellish oarfish coiled around Elly, who lifted her hand and lit it up with blue flames as the kitsune came to a stop mere inches from the gate._

_Elly readied herself for anything and everything. "I have a question..." the intruder said, smiling and showing fangs as her unusually blue eyes lit up balefully._

_"Then speak, and kindly **** off," Elly retorted._

_"You see... I'm looking for someone," the kitsune began. "Namely... my idiot husband. I want to know his whereabouts, so I can wallop him expediently."_

_"And how does this concern me?" Elly demanded._

_"If you do not provide me answers," the kitsune growled, her scythe glowing with starlight, "then I'm afraid I shall have to beat them out of you."_

_Elly smirked, and prepared her spell cards. Her grin widened when her foe pulled some of her own from her misaligned sleeves. "Come for a fight, then? Show me what you're made of, shinigami... and if you win, I shall tell you what I know."_

_The kitsune smirked. And then it was on._

Drew this some days ago, and felt this was too awesome not to draw.

_"He called me short, even after everyone else asked him to stop. Not my fault he had a death wish."_

And yes, she is in the process of straight-up eating a guy. Not her fault he had a deathwish!

I dreamt up the post the night prior to yesterday, before a craptacular IRL work shift hit. I think I finally improved on blue-and-orange morality over here, and she looks stunning!

_"Me? Requiring help to escape the youkai... the machines... whom I and my clan willingly worship? Bah! You all sound like **CHAPTERS FROM A SELF-HELP BOOKLET!**"_

So, um... yeah, no guesses as to who she is worshiping here. And also embracing her inner cray-cray.

_It is said that when Ragnarok comes, the only thing that can match the raw fury of Fimbulvetr is the Gotterdammerung, which shall announce itself to all surviving dieties by a trial of fire, itself started by the fire jotunns of yore. Fortunately for this realm, there is but one fire jotunn, and she is otherwise indesposed. Unfortunately for the inhabitants, however, there is someone who is more than happy to fill in those particular shoes..._

This is Kae, when she's big mad enough to forego civility entirely. As for the gourd on her neck? No spoilers.

_The Hypervessel shook as the intruder kept coming, never stopping. Ruukoto was the only one aboard when she struck... and the only one to defend it. And if it took her last breath, her last rush of coolant to protect the Hypervessel, then so be it..._

And I just finished this beaut. She's not doing so good, though...

Someone tried stealing supplies from Crimson Flame's store. She tracked them down, and... let's just say went Batmare on them.

A crystalline tortoise-dragon I drew for fits and giggles once. I might redraw him in the future.