http://browse.deviantart.com/traditional/?order=13&q=red+rain deviantART RSS for boost:popular in:traditional max_age:72h red rain en-us Copyright 2013, deviantART.com Wed, 19 Jun 2013 10:18:09 PDT deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://st.deviantart.net/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://inferorumcanis.deviantart.com/art/calling-the-rain-378622796 http://inferorumcanis.deviantart.com/art/calling-the-rain-378622796 Mon, 17 Jun 2013 08:48:33 PDT calling the rain nonadult traditional/drawings/animals InferorumCanis http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/i/n/inferorumcanis.png?7 Copyright 2013 ~InferorumCanis [link]

apparently it worked because it's raining now

i have never uploaded a drawing of my deer character here so
here it goes
he needs a name, so suggestions are appreciated

also, he's a Norse Heathen polytheist anD sometimes he eats meat


i like deer a lot
this saturday we are going to ride at night and we will probably see deer (among other animals, specially foxes. there are tonS of foxes) so i'll try to take pictures
there's going to be full moon so light shouldn't be a problem ]]> [link]

apparently it worked because it's raining now

i have never uploaded a drawing of my deer character here so
here it goes
he needs a name, so suggestions are appreciated

also, he's a Norse Heathen polytheist anD sometimes he eats meat


i like deer a lot
this saturday we are going to ride at night and we will probably see deer (among other animals, specially foxes. there are tonS of foxes) so i'll try to take pictures
there's going to be full moon so light shouldn't be a problem

]]> http://c-o-n-e-c-o.deviantart.com/art/Crayola-Rain-378495421 http://c-o-n-e-c-o.deviantart.com/art/Crayola-Rain-378495421 Sun, 16 Jun 2013 17:12:50 PDT Crayola Rain nonadult traditional/mixedmedia/other C-O-N-E-C-O http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/c/_/c-o-n-e-c-o.gif Copyright 2013 *C-O-N-E-C-O ]]>

]]> http://demachic.deviantart.com/art/Fresh-Flesh-Zombified-378446433 http://demachic.deviantart.com/art/Fresh-Flesh-Zombified-378446433 Sun, 16 Jun 2013 13:37:51 PDT Fresh Flesh - Zombified nonadult traditional/drawings/psychedelic Demachic http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/d/e/demachic.png?12 Copyright 2013 *Demachic I had so much fun doing that I said I'd try another, but half my face.. and I would become a zombie!

This was a little harder and I had problems lining up my face but I'm quite happy I tried it!

Music exam, last one up this thursday, then I am free!!


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]]> I had so much fun doing that I said I'd try another, but half my face.. and I would become a zombie!

This was a little harder and I had problems lining up my face but I'm quite happy I tried it!

Music exam, last one up this thursday, then I am free!!


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]]> http://pduncanson.deviantart.com/art/In-The-Rain-rapid-Paint-379048546 http://pduncanson.deviantart.com/art/In-The-Rain-rapid-Paint-379048546 Tue, 18 Jun 2013 22:18:41 PDT In The Rain (rapid Paint) nonadult traditional/paintings/people PDuncanson http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/p/d/pduncanson.jpg?1 Copyright 2013 ~PDuncanson http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/

]]> http://xxinsanesoulxx.deviantart.com/art/Musee-378519969 http://xxinsanesoulxx.deviantart.com/art/Musee-378519969 Sun, 16 Jun 2013 19:46:46 PDT .: Musee :. nonadult traditional/drawings/animals xXInsaneSoulXx http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/x/x/xxinsanesoulxx.jpg?6 Copyright 2013 ~xXInsaneSoulXx Musee!
Well he is a stallion if you cannot tell, probably not cuz the drawings a bit hard too see xDD srry bout that, blame the mood i was in! And yeah its suppose to look like hes in the rain but yeah i failed srry xDD
Some information if interested in rping with him cuz hes open for RP cx

Name; Muse
Gender; Stallion/Male
Age; idk thought to be immortal
Coat; Coal black, rainbow music notes on face and backand deep redish brown horns sort of like ram horns
Mane/Tail; Deep black with a white stripe, rainbow forelock and rainbow coon tail in tail, pink snip on muzzle
Accessories; Blue Dreamcatcher, silver earcuff, blue stretchers, red extra earring
Personality:
-- He is far too cocky. If i didnt know any better hes probably got kids all over the place, jk xD he is a player, always flirting with many many MANY gals and always having to break some hearts and leading others on and just, hes a mess .-. cx if there is possibly ANy gal who can possibly get to him, weell if youd be interested in rping lemme know ^~^

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Art/Character; Mee
*No Stealing! ]]> Musee!
Well he is a stallion if you cannot tell, probably not cuz the drawings a bit hard too see xDD srry bout that, blame the mood i was in! And yeah its suppose to look like hes in the rain but yeah i failed srry xDD
Some information if interested in rping with him cuz hes open for RP cx

Name; Muse
Gender; Stallion/Male
Age; idk thought to be immortal
Coat; Coal black, rainbow music notes on face and backand deep redish brown horns sort of like ram horns
Mane/Tail; Deep black with a white stripe, rainbow forelock and rainbow coon tail in tail, pink snip on muzzle
Accessories; Blue Dreamcatcher, silver earcuff, blue stretchers, red extra earring
Personality:
-- He is far too cocky. If i didnt know any better hes probably got kids all over the place, jk xD he is a player, always flirting with many many MANY gals and always having to break some hearts and leading others on and just, hes a mess .-. cx if there is possibly ANy gal who can possibly get to him, weell if youd be interested in rping lemme know ^~^

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Art/Character; Mee
*No Stealing!

]]> http://coeurdartiste.deviantart.com/art/Lost-in-Amsterdam-379111292 http://coeurdartiste.deviantart.com/art/Lost-in-Amsterdam-379111292 Wed, 19 Jun 2013 07:41:42 PDT Lost in Amsterdam nonadult traditional/mixedmedia/emotional coeurdartiste http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/c/o/coeurdartiste.jpg?1 Copyright 2013 ~coeurdartiste

A little illustration I did with a friend for a story I wrote.. maybe I'll translate it and upload it ]]>

A little illustration I did with a friend for a story I wrote.. maybe I'll translate it and upload it

]]> http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-07-379109351 http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-07-379109351 Wed, 19 Jun 2013 07:24:51 PDT Organic Abstraction 07 nonadult traditional/paintings/illustration/conceptual nonnihil http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/n/o/nonnihil.jpg?4 Copyright 2013 ~nonnihil

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days. ]]>

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days.

]]> http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-01-378949416 http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-01-378949416 Tue, 18 Jun 2013 14:33:31 PDT Organic Abstraction 01 nonadult traditional/paintings/illustration/conceptual nonnihil http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/n/o/nonnihil.jpg?4 Copyright 2013 ~nonnihil
You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones which are overpowered by the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days. ]]>
You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones which are overpowered by the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days.

]]> http://hokova.deviantart.com/art/SW-breed-Spellsinger-378427936 http://hokova.deviantart.com/art/SW-breed-Spellsinger-378427936 Sun, 16 Jun 2013 12:16:12 PDT SW breed - Spellsinger nonadult traditional/drawings/other Hokova http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/h/o/hokova.jpg?6 Copyright 2013 ~Hokova http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/ [link]

Breed name: Spellsinger
Class: life
Basic summary: a bird-like civil being whose sole weapon and blessing is their voice.

Region: anywhere where it rains on a regular basis, they need wet surroundings.

M/F differences: Coloring.
Clothing description: whatever their host has, but they prefer clothes that are free in the back.
Hair color: yellow and red females, green and red males.
Eye color: black

extra abilities: they can do almost anything with their voices. They heal others with their songs, but some can and are used to lure enemies to their death, drive them insane, or even outright kill them.
They have such a wide range that no other living creature on Earth has it.
arsenal: all of them have the same ability.
Weakness: mortal weaknesses, and they are the only life breed without poison.

Alignment: passive
Attack: the full power of a screech or scream can make your brain explode.
Intelligence: about on a human level
Ground speed: human
Flight speed: swallow
Agility: swallow; in other words, very good in air, not so much on ground.
Strenght: a bit stronger than a average human
Fear factor: if they decide to make creepy noises, very damn high. Otherwise they aren't scary.

HAH!factor: they are afraid of feline predators, and some from the feral class can be their worst enemies.
Fact: they're disturbed by each other's singing, and can't do so together, but can listen to each other with no problem. ]]> [link]

Breed name: Spellsinger
Class: life
Basic summary: a bird-like civil being whose sole weapon and blessing is their voice.

Region: anywhere where it rains on a regular basis, they need wet surroundings.

M/F differences: Coloring.
Clothing description: whatever their host has, but they prefer clothes that are free in the back.
Hair color: yellow and red females, green and red males.
Eye color: black

extra abilities: they can do almost anything with their voices. They heal others with their songs, but some can and are used to lure enemies to their death, drive them insane, or even outright kill them.
They have such a wide range that no other living creature on Earth has it.
arsenal: all of them have the same ability.
Weakness: mortal weaknesses, and they are the only life breed without poison.

Alignment: passive
Attack: the full power of a screech or scream can make your brain explode.
Intelligence: about on a human level
Ground speed: human
Flight speed: swallow
Agility: swallow; in other words, very good in air, not so much on ground.
Strenght: a bit stronger than a average human
Fear factor: if they decide to make creepy noises, very damn high. Otherwise they aren't scary.

HAH!factor: they are afraid of feline predators, and some from the feral class can be their worst enemies.
Fact: they're disturbed by each other's singing, and can't do so together, but can listen to each other with no problem.

]]> http://lionphoenix.deviantart.com/art/Shadows-Eremiel-and-Caim-378742891 http://lionphoenix.deviantart.com/art/Shadows-Eremiel-and-Caim-378742891 Mon, 17 Jun 2013 17:27:04 PDT Shadows: Eremiel and Caim nonadult traditional/drawings/animals LionPhoenix http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/l/i/lionphoenix.png?4 Copyright 2013 ~LionPhoenix Another contest entry for Wild-Animal-Reserve's design-a-mate contest. This time it’s for oc, Caim. [link]
I've noticed on other laptops, my lioness kind of looks brown, but she really isn't suppose to. T-T When I colored her, she was a reddish-black, I swear.
And, on a side note, I'll upload the same pic but with a different background. I re-did it because I wasn't satisfied with it.
So, here we have a new oc, -yes another one- but she's different. A bit mad, but not necessarily evil... Not really, I think. Just.. raised in evil
But, I like her. And, I love her design~ Yay for my Paradox Pride~

---- Profile ----


Name: Eremiel
Nickname: Angel of Misfortune
Age: Four years
Sex: Female
Rank: Wanderer

Unusual markings: Her pelt is often scarred and bloodstained.

Build: Immense, powerful, and ferocious, Eremiel is intimating of outrageous proportion. Often mistaken for a male, there are only a few extreme that'll confront her and dare to approach the chaotic lioness. Hair protrudes down her spine, cascading down her tail, and slithering up her frontal and hindquarters of her legs. Rightly called a maned-lioness, it is not uncommon for males to violently attack her before recognizing her true gender. A powerhouse of strength, agility, and stamina, she's the perfect weapon for war and protection. Marked by scars, a great deal of them caused by Rajah, Eremiel is not a beauty. Even her empty eyes flash hatred and anger, not even the sinister of lions would find her attractive or comely.

It is no mystery the reasoning behind her title, the markings of her body appearing to be ghost-like and twisted. And such as her name suggest, Eremiel is a deadly enemy.

History: Cousins to Rajah, born the same night as the future King, Eremiel and Raziel were the next heirs in line to inherit the throne after Rajah. Growing up to resent the presences of cousins, the dark prince made the cubs’ life a living nightmare. In order to protect her son’s birthright, the Queen hired assassins to kill her dead mate’s sister and her two newly born cubs. But a direct descendant of the most brutal of lions, not even skilled murderers could defeat the protective mother. Dying so her cubs could survive, moments after giving birth, the mother’s last sight before death was of the Queen raged with jealousy. Hesitating for just a moment, a plan formed in the depths of the Queen’s dark mind, and decided to raise the cubs as her own.

Instead of devotion, however, the Queen raised the two cubs to believe their sole existence was to protect and give their life to Rajah. Violently, she trained the cubs to fight. Like Rajah, they were born to kill. Rajah was the perfect machine, and not far behind in skill and strength was Raziel and his sister, Eremiel. Callous as his mother, Rajah, and the rest of the pride, ordered the siblings like slaves. And, in the young cubs’ minds, they were. Without defiance, they would obey any order direct at them. Particularly, Rajah. They were a threat I his eyes, but strong as him, he could not kill them just yet. Anyway, his mother found them extremely useful. While Rajah conquered and defeated neighboring prides, beating lionesses into obedience, Raziel and Eremiel were sacrificing their lives for the sake of their king.

More than once, brother and sister almost lost their lives. So close to death, but only to recover and beating the odds, it made them deadly and horrifying in battle. Loyal to King Rajah without a fault, they continued to serve him most of their lives. Since cubhood, the dominate male made his unflinching servants his first victims. Taunting and abusing them, Rajah continued to lash out until the death of his mother. Arrogant in his stature, but with no mate, many begun to turn on Rajah. Vicious as the pride was, they were also proud and traditional. He had no cub, no heir, and in their eyes, it made them useless. Soon the pride turned their eyes on Remiel and Raziel, certain that if they commanded it, the siblings would produce an heir. Outrage of his subjects’ disloyalty, the slave siblings were harshly exiled.

Could Rajah have killed them? Maybe. Did he try? Certainly.

The throne was his, despite his frequent trips overthrowing kings and mighty prides. He had to remind his pride their place, who their king was. Raziel was more an issue than his sister, being the only male other than Rajah. While the King’s favorite victim was Eremiel, he often found her obedience as cowardice. In the end, all near death,Rajah gave his final command. Leave. And, leave they did.

Soiled in blood, Eremiel and Raziel left the pride in exile; with a dead soul and a battered body.

Likes:
-- The color black
-- Silence
-- Rain
-- Caves
-- Fighting
-- Pain
-- Her brother
-- Strong males
-- Orders

Dislikes:
-- Incompetence
-- Losing complete control
-- Tears
-- Weakness
-- Not healing quickly
-- Noise
-- Lions with no madess

Habits:
-- Often reopen wounds

Quirks:
-- Grumpy on warm days

Positives:
-- Brutally honest
-- Obedient
-- Strategist

Flaws:
-- Chaotic
-- Merciless
-- Instinctual
-- A perfect fighting weapon

Fact:
-- Very curious about somethings in the world

Personality: Eremiel is a mad character, full of vicious instincts and abnormally high tolerance for pain. In fact, she takes comfort in pain. Since a cub, it has been her only source of affection. Obedient without a fault, if you have a strong enough spirit to control her, Eremiel will obey any and all commands. Brutally honest, she fails to see the reasoning behind lies. Most of the world, she does not comprehend. The only thing that exist is her victim and a very few selected. As if the whole world does not exist, she often ignores those weaker as her. Not in arrogance, but she cannot acknowledge them and thus, will seem harsh and indifferent. Overwhelmed with madness, Eremiel sometimes loses the anger and hatred she blocked all her life. Literally, she will be in a blind rage.

While not in battle or committing crimes, Eremiel is extremely quiet and unmovable. Although appearing as a simple powerhouse, the brutal lioness is a complicated character capable of extreme fits of wrath and violent encounters. She appears in-balanced most of the time, dangerous as a bubbling volcano. Most of her personality went unexplored most of her life and until now, has never made a decision for herself.

---- Short Story ----
Dead eyes wandered the battlefield, a graveyard f broken corpses and soiled bones. Grass of an unnatural color, stained with blood, covered the field of decay. Weeping from her eyes, crimson fell to the ground, absorbed by the soil and feeding the anger to the land. Still as the night, the lioness stared dead eyes onto her fallen victims. Alone, and the last one left alive. In the midst of war, her brother was lost from sight, but yet, appearing at each face of her enemies, none of them belonged to her brother. Full of a destructive calmness, muscles rippled beneath her battered pelt. Tending not to her wounds, old and new, her pitch black eyes fell on the last lion and a sigh came from her lips.

The dead did not return. It was a pity really. Almost forced to acknowledge there strength, she glanced one more time at the defeated pride and frowned. Why had they attacked her and not her brother as they entered the pride’s fierce lands? The world seem complicated to her, with too many rules on how to behave. It made Eremiel long for her Paradox pride, despite King Rajah’s final wish. Yet committed to a command, no matter the madness behind it, the empty soul of a lioness merely blinked and continued on her way. Past the bodies she walked, attacking them when her brother told to. Monsters, Raziel called them. Some lions forced lionesses to join their pride, much like Rajah, but would that make the King a monster as well? Eremiel thought to herself.

It did not matter. She had to find her brother, having never spent an entire day without him.

During her search, gashes over her body spilling blood, Eremiel came to a silent halt when a remaining lion looked from the bodies to her emotionless eyes. Large such as herself, close to the appearance of a lion of her previous pride, the male walked towards her. In a brief moment in time, certain of his powerful presence, an odd distinct form of respect was written in the lioness immediate body language. Very rarely was she aware of another’s presence, only her brother and King Rajah were able of that attention. Yet, looking at the male, the way he moved with precision and authority, Eremiel cocked her head with an unusual level of interest.

"A beautiful sight, indeed," he yawned. "The earth red and still."

Observing him, a talent she rarely used, Eremiel said nothing.

"Your scent stenches the place," the pure black lion scoffed in disbelief. "Don’t tell me this was your piece of art?"

In rare confusion, unsure what the male was asking her, the heavy lioness remained silent in her response. Instincts were hard to control when they were beaten into since cubhood.

"Answer me," he growled. Mouth lunged for her throat with a powerful force, enough to end her life, but deadly canines only broke the skin.

Without flinching, and accepting the harsh punishment, the blank lioness blinked and kept still. In a flash, quicker than any living lioness, razor-sharp claws lashed out towards the male in swift and precise movement.

The dual came to a battle of equal skills.

Allowing his jaw to release his victim, slithering into a fierce smirk, the male mused for a second.

"Still have fight in you, huh"? He said aloud, taking notice of her curiosity about him.

"I always will," she finally replied, her voice deep and impenetrable.

With a sideways glance, she met his sinister eyes and stared.

Two frightening souls met that day, dawning a new era of power and calamity.

----- Credits -------

Eremiel belongs to ME~
Caim belongs to
TLK belongs to Disney
Bases belong to [link] and [link] ]]> Another contest entry for Wild-Animal-Reserve's design-a-mate contest. This time it’s for oc, Caim. [link]
I've noticed on other laptops, my lioness kind of looks brown, but she really isn't suppose to. T-T When I colored her, she was a reddish-black, I swear.
And, on a side note, I'll upload the same pic but with a different background. I re-did it because I wasn't satisfied with it.
So, here we have a new oc, -yes another one- but she's different. A bit mad, but not necessarily evil... Not really, I think. Just.. raised in evil
But, I like her. And, I love her design~ Yay for my Paradox Pride~

---- Profile ----


Name: Eremiel
Nickname: Angel of Misfortune
Age: Four years
Sex: Female
Rank: Wanderer

Unusual markings: Her pelt is often scarred and bloodstained.

Build: Immense, powerful, and ferocious, Eremiel is intimating of outrageous proportion. Often mistaken for a male, there are only a few extreme that'll confront her and dare to approach the chaotic lioness. Hair protrudes down her spine, cascading down her tail, and slithering up her frontal and hindquarters of her legs. Rightly called a maned-lioness, it is not uncommon for males to violently attack her before recognizing her true gender. A powerhouse of strength, agility, and stamina, she's the perfect weapon for war and protection. Marked by scars, a great deal of them caused by Rajah, Eremiel is not a beauty. Even her empty eyes flash hatred and anger, not even the sinister of lions would find her attractive or comely.

It is no mystery the reasoning behind her title, the markings of her body appearing to be ghost-like and twisted. And such as her name suggest, Eremiel is a deadly enemy.

History: Cousins to Rajah, born the same night as the future King, Eremiel and Raziel were the next heirs in line to inherit the throne after Rajah. Growing up to resent the presences of cousins, the dark prince made the cubs’ life a living nightmare. In order to protect her son’s birthright, the Queen hired assassins to kill her dead mate’s sister and her two newly born cubs. But a direct descendant of the most brutal of lions, not even skilled murderers could defeat the protective mother. Dying so her cubs could survive, moments after giving birth, the mother’s last sight before death was of the Queen raged with jealousy. Hesitating for just a moment, a plan formed in the depths of the Queen’s dark mind, and decided to raise the cubs as her own.

Instead of devotion, however, the Queen raised the two cubs to believe their sole existence was to protect and give their life to Rajah. Violently, she trained the cubs to fight. Like Rajah, they were born to kill. Rajah was the perfect machine, and not far behind in skill and strength was Raziel and his sister, Eremiel. Callous as his mother, Rajah, and the rest of the pride, ordered the siblings like slaves. And, in the young cubs’ minds, they were. Without defiance, they would obey any order direct at them. Particularly, Rajah. They were a threat I his eyes, but strong as him, he could not kill them just yet. Anyway, his mother found them extremely useful. While Rajah conquered and defeated neighboring prides, beating lionesses into obedience, Raziel and Eremiel were sacrificing their lives for the sake of their king.

More than once, brother and sister almost lost their lives. So close to death, but only to recover and beating the odds, it made them deadly and horrifying in battle. Loyal to King Rajah without a fault, they continued to serve him most of their lives. Since cubhood, the dominate male made his unflinching servants his first victims. Taunting and abusing them, Rajah continued to lash out until the death of his mother. Arrogant in his stature, but with no mate, many begun to turn on Rajah. Vicious as the pride was, they were also proud and traditional. He had no cub, no heir, and in their eyes, it made them useless. Soon the pride turned their eyes on Remiel and Raziel, certain that if they commanded it, the siblings would produce an heir. Outrage of his subjects’ disloyalty, the slave siblings were harshly exiled.

Could Rajah have killed them? Maybe. Did he try? Certainly.

The throne was his, despite his frequent trips overthrowing kings and mighty prides. He had to remind his pride their place, who their king was. Raziel was more an issue than his sister, being the only male other than Rajah. While the King’s favorite victim was Eremiel, he often found her obedience as cowardice. In the end, all near death,Rajah gave his final command. Leave. And, leave they did.

Soiled in blood, Eremiel and Raziel left the pride in exile; with a dead soul and a battered body.

Likes:
-- The color black
-- Silence
-- Rain
-- Caves
-- Fighting
-- Pain
-- Her brother
-- Strong males
-- Orders

Dislikes:
-- Incompetence
-- Losing complete control
-- Tears
-- Weakness
-- Not healing quickly
-- Noise
-- Lions with no madess

Habits:
-- Often reopen wounds

Quirks:
-- Grumpy on warm days

Positives:
-- Brutally honest
-- Obedient
-- Strategist

Flaws:
-- Chaotic
-- Merciless
-- Instinctual
-- A perfect fighting weapon

Fact:
-- Very curious about somethings in the world

Personality: Eremiel is a mad character, full of vicious instincts and abnormally high tolerance for pain. In fact, she takes comfort in pain. Since a cub, it has been her only source of affection. Obedient without a fault, if you have a strong enough spirit to control her, Eremiel will obey any and all commands. Brutally honest, she fails to see the reasoning behind lies. Most of the world, she does not comprehend. The only thing that exist is her victim and a very few selected. As if the whole world does not exist, she often ignores those weaker as her. Not in arrogance, but she cannot acknowledge them and thus, will seem harsh and indifferent. Overwhelmed with madness, Eremiel sometimes loses the anger and hatred she blocked all her life. Literally, she will be in a blind rage.

While not in battle or committing crimes, Eremiel is extremely quiet and unmovable. Although appearing as a simple powerhouse, the brutal lioness is a complicated character capable of extreme fits of wrath and violent encounters. She appears in-balanced most of the time, dangerous as a bubbling volcano. Most of her personality went unexplored most of her life and until now, has never made a decision for herself.

---- Short Story ----
Dead eyes wandered the battlefield, a graveyard f broken corpses and soiled bones. Grass of an unnatural color, stained with blood, covered the field of decay. Weeping from her eyes, crimson fell to the ground, absorbed by the soil and feeding the anger to the land. Still as the night, the lioness stared dead eyes onto her fallen victims. Alone, and the last one left alive. In the midst of war, her brother was lost from sight, but yet, appearing at each face of her enemies, none of them belonged to her brother. Full of a destructive calmness, muscles rippled beneath her battered pelt. Tending not to her wounds, old and new, her pitch black eyes fell on the last lion and a sigh came from her lips.

The dead did not return. It was a pity really. Almost forced to acknowledge there strength, she glanced one more time at the defeated pride and frowned. Why had they attacked her and not her brother as they entered the pride’s fierce lands? The world seem complicated to her, with too many rules on how to behave. It made Eremiel long for her Paradox pride, despite King Rajah’s final wish. Yet committed to a command, no matter the madness behind it, the empty soul of a lioness merely blinked and continued on her way. Past the bodies she walked, attacking them when her brother told to. Monsters, Raziel called them. Some lions forced lionesses to join their pride, much like Rajah, but would that make the King a monster as well? Eremiel thought to herself.

It did not matter. She had to find her brother, having never spent an entire day without him.

During her search, gashes over her body spilling blood, Eremiel came to a silent halt when a remaining lion looked from the bodies to her emotionless eyes. Large such as herself, close to the appearance of a lion of her previous pride, the male walked towards her. In a brief moment in time, certain of his powerful presence, an odd distinct form of respect was written in the lioness immediate body language. Very rarely was she aware of another’s presence, only her brother and King Rajah were able of that attention. Yet, looking at the male, the way he moved with precision and authority, Eremiel cocked her head with an unusual level of interest.

"A beautiful sight, indeed," he yawned. "The earth red and still."

Observing him, a talent she rarely used, Eremiel said nothing.

"Your scent stenches the place," the pure black lion scoffed in disbelief. "Don’t tell me this was your piece of art?"

In rare confusion, unsure what the male was asking her, the heavy lioness remained silent in her response. Instincts were hard to control when they were beaten into since cubhood.

"Answer me," he growled. Mouth lunged for her throat with a powerful force, enough to end her life, but deadly canines only broke the skin.

Without flinching, and accepting the harsh punishment, the blank lioness blinked and kept still. In a flash, quicker than any living lioness, razor-sharp claws lashed out towards the male in swift and precise movement.

The dual came to a battle of equal skills.

Allowing his jaw to release his victim, slithering into a fierce smirk, the male mused for a second.

"Still have fight in you, huh"? He said aloud, taking notice of her curiosity about him.

"I always will," she finally replied, her voice deep and impenetrable.

With a sideways glance, she met his sinister eyes and stared.

Two frightening souls met that day, dawning a new era of power and calamity.

----- Credits -------

Eremiel belongs to ME~
Caim belongs to
TLK belongs to Disney
Bases belong to [link] and [link]

]]> http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-15-379115786 http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-15-379115786 Wed, 19 Jun 2013 08:07:13 PDT Organic Abstraction 15 nonadult traditional/paintings/illustration/conceptual nonnihil http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/n/o/nonnihil.jpg?4 Copyright 2013 ~nonnihil

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days. ]]>

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days.

]]> http://rosecrossstables.deviantart.com/art/RC-Sweet-Warrior-378592459 http://rosecrossstables.deviantart.com/art/RC-Sweet-Warrior-378592459 Mon, 17 Jun 2013 04:44:02 PDT RC Sweet Warrior nonadult traditional/drawings/animals RoseCrossStables http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/r/o/rosecrossstables.jpg?1 Copyright 2013 *RoseCrossStables Name: Sweet Warrior
Stable Name: Warrior
Gender: Colt
Breed: Harlequine Bloodline
Height: estimated to grow to 15HH
Colour: Black, white and red markings
Age: 1 year

Other: He has poor health like his mother, suffers from depression from time to time

Discipline: Untrained
Trainer: Unassigned

Sire: RC Celtoi’s Warrior [link]
Dam: RC Sweet Dream [link]

----
Personality: Generated by the Personality Generator [link]
Queen: If you want something, ask politely. And then kiss my hoof. I want my fruit sliced, my sugar cubed and from a fresh box, my tack should be polished every day, and no I will not trot you around in the rain. Where are my silver shoes?
Quirks: Switches/wrings tail a lot when being ridden/ handled
Make angry faces when I pass too close to other horses, personal bubble!
Worst Fear/Spook: Balloons
Herd mentality: The lonesome type, happy with his own company. Stand by their self in the pasture
Vs Owner/Handler/Rider: No respect for you (can be trained out of horse)
Favourite Treat: Carrot

History:
This stunning colt was born with his twin on Valentine’s Day, a breeding sponsored by another stables and paid for by them. However they only had room for one of the two resulting foals and kindly allowed Rose Cross to keep him. So far he’s terrorised the staff in a similar way to his mother and father and we all kind of wonder what we have let ourselves in for. Hopefully with some gentle training he will grow up to be a great show horse. We can only hope.

X-------X Breeding X------X
Bloodlines:
------------------------------------------ SSS: unknown
----------------- SS: unknown
------------------------------------------ SSD: unknown
Sire: RC Celtoi’s Warrior
------------------------------------------ SDS: unknown
----------------- SD: unknown
------------------------------------------ SDD: unknown
------------------------------------------ DSS: Skhezein Feste
----------------- DS: Ventriloquist
------------------------------------------ DSD: Midnight Huntress
Dam: Sweet Dream
------------------------------------------ DSS: Marceau
----------------- DD: RC Cateline
------------------------------------------ DDD: RC Eloraine
Also related to
Spite Fire's Hellraiser, Bon Bon, Farce, Flamer's wild card, Riddle, Pol, Carnival, Morag, Ghede and

Genetics:
Ee/aa/Ww/Rr/yy/bb

Breeding Rules:
Please see breeding journal for details

Passable Traits:
87% Smaller hooves than normal
86% Blue eyes
70% Chance of Schizophrenia
50% Swirl markings
50% Some other mental disorder
40% Ability to Speak

Open for Stud/ Brood:
No too young

Breed Price:
Picture of this mare with your stallion or a full body picture of one of my Nordanners

Restrictions:
None

Offspring:

X------X Competition and Placing X-----X

X------X Achievements, titles and awards X-----X

X------X Credit Point System (other RPG System) X------X

X------X Other Pictures X-----X ]]> Name: Sweet Warrior
Stable Name: Warrior
Gender: Colt
Breed: Harlequine Bloodline
Height: estimated to grow to 15HH
Colour: Black, white and red markings
Age: 1 year

Other: He has poor health like his mother, suffers from depression from time to time

Discipline: Untrained
Trainer: Unassigned

Sire: RC Celtoi’s Warrior [link]
Dam: RC Sweet Dream [link]

----
Personality: Generated by the Personality Generator [link]
Queen: If you want something, ask politely. And then kiss my hoof. I want my fruit sliced, my sugar cubed and from a fresh box, my tack should be polished every day, and no I will not trot you around in the rain. Where are my silver shoes?
Quirks: Switches/wrings tail a lot when being ridden/ handled
Make angry faces when I pass too close to other horses, personal bubble!
Worst Fear/Spook: Balloons
Herd mentality: The lonesome type, happy with his own company. Stand by their self in the pasture
Vs Owner/Handler/Rider: No respect for you (can be trained out of horse)
Favourite Treat: Carrot

History:
This stunning colt was born with his twin on Valentine’s Day, a breeding sponsored by another stables and paid for by them. However they only had room for one of the two resulting foals and kindly allowed Rose Cross to keep him. So far he’s terrorised the staff in a similar way to his mother and father and we all kind of wonder what we have let ourselves in for. Hopefully with some gentle training he will grow up to be a great show horse. We can only hope.

X-------X Breeding X------X
Bloodlines:
------------------------------------------ SSS: unknown
----------------- SS: unknown
------------------------------------------ SSD: unknown
Sire: RC Celtoi’s Warrior
------------------------------------------ SDS: unknown
----------------- SD: unknown
------------------------------------------ SDD: unknown
------------------------------------------ DSS: Skhezein Feste
----------------- DS: Ventriloquist
------------------------------------------ DSD: Midnight Huntress
Dam: Sweet Dream
------------------------------------------ DSS: Marceau
----------------- DD: RC Cateline
------------------------------------------ DDD: RC Eloraine
Also related to
Spite Fire's Hellraiser, Bon Bon, Farce, Flamer's wild card, Riddle, Pol, Carnival, Morag, Ghede and

Genetics:
Ee/aa/Ww/Rr/yy/bb

Breeding Rules:
Please see breeding journal for details

Passable Traits:
87% Smaller hooves than normal
86% Blue eyes
70% Chance of Schizophrenia
50% Swirl markings
50% Some other mental disorder
40% Ability to Speak

Open for Stud/ Brood:
No too young

Breed Price:
Picture of this mare with your stallion or a full body picture of one of my Nordanners

Restrictions:
None

Offspring:

X------X Competition and Placing X-----X

X------X Achievements, titles and awards X-----X

X------X Credit Point System (other RPG System) X------X

X------X Other Pictures X-----X

]]> http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-08-379111089 http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-08-379111089 Wed, 19 Jun 2013 07:36:40 PDT Organic Abstraction 08 nonadult traditional/paintings/illustration/conceptual nonnihil http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/n/o/nonnihil.jpg?4 Copyright 2013 ~nonnihil

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days. ]]>

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days.

]]> http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-11-379112537 http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-11-379112537 Wed, 19 Jun 2013 07:46:18 PDT Organic Abstraction 11 nonadult traditional/paintings/illustration/conceptual nonnihil http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/n/o/nonnihil.jpg?4 Copyright 2013 ~nonnihil
You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days. ]]>
You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days.

]]> http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-05-379107530 http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-05-379107530 Wed, 19 Jun 2013 07:12:40 PDT Organic Abstraction 05 nonadult traditional/paintings/illustration/conceptual nonnihil http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/n/o/nonnihil.jpg?4 Copyright 2013 ~nonnihil

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days. ]]>

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days.

]]> http://drake-darkess.deviantart.com/art/What-s-Red-and-Tastes-Like-Blood-378793498 http://drake-darkess.deviantart.com/art/What-s-Red-and-Tastes-Like-Blood-378793498 Mon, 17 Jun 2013 21:36:11 PDT What's Red and Tastes Like Blood? nonadult traditional/drawings/abstract Drake-Darkess http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/d/r/drake-darkess.jpg?9 Copyright 2013 ~Drake-Darkess

]]> http://shaemajs.deviantart.com/art/Chinatown-378866513 http://shaemajs.deviantart.com/art/Chinatown-378866513 Tue, 18 Jun 2013 08:03:13 PDT Chinatown nonadult traditional/paintings/landscapes shaemajs http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/h/shaemajs.png?1 Copyright 2013 ~shaemajs

]]> http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-02-378996705 http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-02-378996705 Tue, 18 Jun 2013 17:49:40 PDT Organic Abstraction 02 nonadult traditional/paintings/illustration/conceptual nonnihil http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/n/o/nonnihil.jpg?4 Copyright 2013 ~nonnihil
You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days. ]]>
You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days.

]]> http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-03-379106189 http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-03-379106189 Wed, 19 Jun 2013 07:04:31 PDT Organic Abstraction 03 nonadult traditional/paintings/illustration/conceptual nonnihil http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/n/o/nonnihil.jpg?4 Copyright 2013 ~nonnihil

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days. ]]>

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days.

]]> http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-06-379108765 http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-06-379108765 Wed, 19 Jun 2013 07:21:12 PDT Organic Abstraction 06 nonadult traditional/paintings/illustration/conceptual nonnihil http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/n/o/nonnihil.jpg?4 Copyright 2013 ~nonnihil

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days. ]]>

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days.

]]> http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-09-379111729 http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-09-379111729 Wed, 19 Jun 2013 07:40:55 PDT Organic Abstraction 09 nonadult traditional/paintings/illustration/conceptual nonnihil http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/n/o/nonnihil.jpg?4 Copyright 2013 ~nonnihil

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days. ]]>

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days.

]]> http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-17-379116669 http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-17-379116669 Wed, 19 Jun 2013 08:12:06 PDT Organic Abstraction 17 nonadult traditional/paintings/illustration/conceptual nonnihil http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/n/o/nonnihil.jpg?4 Copyright 2013 ~nonnihil

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days. ]]>

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days.

]]> http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-14-379114773 http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-14-379114773 Wed, 19 Jun 2013 08:00:20 PDT Organic Abstraction 14 nonadult traditional/paintings/illustration/conceptual nonnihil http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/n/o/nonnihil.jpg?4 Copyright 2013 ~nonnihil

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days. ]]>

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days.

]]> http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-12-379113982 http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-12-379113982 Wed, 19 Jun 2013 07:55:11 PDT Organic Abstraction 12 nonadult traditional/paintings/illustration/conceptual nonnihil http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/n/o/nonnihil.jpg?4 Copyright 2013 ~nonnihil

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days. ]]>

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days.

]]> http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-18-379117058 http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-18-379117058 Wed, 19 Jun 2013 08:14:59 PDT Organic Abstraction 18 nonadult traditional/paintings/illustration/conceptual nonnihil http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/n/o/nonnihil.jpg?4 Copyright 2013 ~nonnihil

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days. ]]>

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days.

]]> http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-04-379106764 http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-04-379106764 Wed, 19 Jun 2013 07:07:47 PDT Organic Abstraction 04 nonadult traditional/paintings/illustration/conceptual nonnihil http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/n/o/nonnihil.jpg?4 Copyright 2013 ~nonnihil
You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days. ]]>
You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days.

]]> http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-10-379112124 http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-10-379112124 Wed, 19 Jun 2013 07:43:40 PDT Organic Abstraction 10 nonadult traditional/paintings/illustration/conceptual nonnihil http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/n/o/nonnihil.jpg?4 Copyright 2013 ~nonnihil

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days. ]]>

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days.

]]> http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-13-379114280 http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-13-379114280 Wed, 19 Jun 2013 07:57:16 PDT Organic Abstraction 13 nonadult traditional/paintings/illustration/conceptual nonnihil http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/n/o/nonnihil.jpg?4 Copyright 2013 ~nonnihil

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days. ]]>

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days.

]]> http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-16-379116372 http://nonnihil.deviantart.com/art/Organic-Abstraction-16-379116372 Wed, 19 Jun 2013 08:10:23 PDT Organic Abstraction 16 nonadult traditional/paintings/illustration/conceptual nonnihil http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/n/o/nonnihil.jpg?4 Copyright 2013 ~nonnihil

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days. ]]>

You were my sunshine
But you eventually left like everyone else
My chlorophyl ran out
And the other colors began to show
Like reds and yellows
And eventually I began to wilt
Until I was a shriveled up
Almost a deceased plant on a window cill
Until one night a rain storm came
And the next day
I saw the sunshine
And it was not you

This is one of several pieces in a series which demonstrates an abstraction of pressed flowers and butterfly wings. These pieces were inspired by my curiosity to why plants do not lose color when they wilt. I found that colors which are not seen, begin to show due to the absence of chlorophyl, which gives a plant it’s color. When a plant dies, other tones overpower the greens. During the time of investigation, I felt like my colors were beginning to change, just like a wilting plant. Luckily, I have dear friends who watered my shriveled leaves and showed me sunlight on the darkest of days.

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