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The Cthaehby `Gwendolyn12

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"As I stepped closer I was struck with the beauty of the scene: the deep green of the leaves contrasted with the butterflies flitting from branch to branch, sipping from the pale blossoms of the tree. What I had taken at first to be a bed of flowers beneath the tree turned out to be a carpet of butterflies almost completely covering the ground. The scene was so breathtaking I stopped several dozen feet away from the tree’s canopy, not wanting to startle them into flight.
Many of the butterflies flitting among the flowers were purple and black, or blue and black, like those in Felurian’s clearing. Others were a solid, vibrant green, or grey and yellow, or silver and blue. But my eye was caught by a single large red one, crimson shot through with a faint tracery of metallic gold. Its wings were bigger than my spread hand, and as I watched it fluttered deeper into the foliage in search of a fresh flower to light upon.
Suddenly, its wings were no longer moving in concert. They tumbled apart and fluttered separately to the ground like falling autumn leaves.
It was only after my eyes followed them to the base of the tree that I saw the truth. The ground below was not a resting place for butterflies . . . it was strewn with lifeless wings. Thousands of them littered the grass beneath the tree’s canopy, like a blanket of gemstones.
“The red ones offend my aesthetic,” claimed a cool, dry voice from the tree.
I took a step back, trying to peer through the thick canopy of hanging leaves.
“What manners,” chided the dry voice. “No introduction? Staring?”
“My apologies, sir,” I said earnestly. Then, remembering the tree’s flowers, I amended, “Ma’am. But I have never spoken with a tree before and find myself at something of a loss.”
“I daresay you are. I am no tree. No more than is a man a chair. I am the Cthaeh. You are fortunate to find me. Many would envy you your chance.”

I find this character quite interesting, altough detestable, obviously. A creature made of pure evil with the power to foresee every possibility in the future, and lead someone to the worst of all possibilites for themselves and the world.
I know the Cthaeh destroyed several colored butterflies, but I painted mostly red ones because they resemble of blood, the blood that was caused throughout history due to it.
I hope you guys like it. It was quite a good experience to try painting this.