Very, very happy weekend, my dear community!!! 💕💕💕

I hope you are having a great time, I am... Although with a lot of heat, as the sun kind of landed in my backyard "literally" 🤔🤭😁🌡️😵

I had another thing ready for today and I've actually been working on it for two weeks and it's for the #Splinterlands art contest, but I don't know what's wrong with it, as it's been 2 weeks and it still doesn't quite fit me. I start to work and it's like I get a little bit lazy and I start to get discouraged... It's a strange thing, because, despite the problems I have and am going through, I don't let them control my life. I don't live discouraged and depressed in the corners crying, not at all... I'm not like that and that's why I feel strange about what I've been doing these past two weeks. I don't know, maybe it's old age. hehehehehe I repeat again, I wasn't feeling in the best mood. So, I decided to postpone it for another week, so at the last minute, I started working on something else. 😩🙀🙀🙀

I had already made this card, but I wanted to do it again, so I chose -=Lunakari Mistress=-, who belongs to the Splinter of life. 🌟

The truth is that I've been racing to finish it in time to enter this week's contest... And about the other work I'm doing, I'll try to finish it this week so I can enter it next week. I just hope I don't feel like I've felt these two weeks when I started to work. 😞😋

And well my dear community, now I share with you some of the images I saved while I was working on this character. 🔥🔥🔥

Lunakari Mistress

𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖘𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖊:

The existence of the Lunakari has been a secret to the Splinterlands until very recently, when a small group of these women descended. They stride about the lands of Khymeria like they own the place, claiming to anyone who protests that they are the true and rightful heirs to the Angels’ land. The Lunakari women speak with a breathy and ethereal dialect, reverently addressing one another as Mistress. Each of the Lunakari Mistresses carries magical powers the likes of which the Splinterlands have never seen. Any resistance they meet in Khymeria is quickly deescalated by their frightening charge of power and red glowing eyes as they begin to weave their strange Lunakari spells. The mere threat of a magic attack from a Lunakari Mistress is usually enough to convince a Khymian commoner to give over any (or all) of their possessions.