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Ten thousands side by side

Fri, 26 Aug 2011 04:02:49 PDT

Battle Hymn

By moonlight we ride
Ten thousands side by side
With swords drawn held high
Our whips and armours shine
Hail to thee our infantry
Still brave beyond the grave
All sworn the eternal vow
The time to strike is now
Chorus:
Kill, kill, Oh !
Kill, kill, Oh !
Kill, kill, Oh !
Kill, kill, Oh !
Gone are the days when freedom shone
Now blood and steel meet bone
In the light of the battle's way
The sands of time will shade
How proud our soldiers stand
With mace and chain in hand
Sound of charge into glory ride
Over the top of the vanquished pride
Chorus:
Victory, victory, Oh !
Victory, victory, Oh !
Victory, victory, Oh !
Victory, victory, Oh !
To the battle we ride
We crossed a starlit sky
No space no time
We'll catch the wind
Strange losses, men died
We crossed a starlit sky
And still no space or time
We'll catch the wind
Chorus:
Kill, kill, Oh !
Kill, kill, Oh !
Kill, kill, Oh !
Kill, kill, Oh !
Sound of charge into glory ride
Over the top of the anguished pride
By moonlight we ride
Ten thousand side by side
Chorus:
Kill, kill, Oh !
Kill, kill, Oh !
Kill, kill, Oh !
Kill, kill, Oh !
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Nothing better than that Manowar hynn to accompany my picture. I love this band.
The cavalry ready to charge into the enemy, all the hearts beating hard, you can smell the fear coming from the opponent. Raise your swords comrades, for the glory of Metal! hehehehe
(man, I'm definitely not normal.)

Thousand Thrones

Wed, 22 Aug 2007 05:37:47 PDT

Thousand Thrones
Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay cover artwork.

Acrylic, approx 14" x 18"

© Black Industries, Games Workshop Ltd.

Original artwork for sale; UK£600.

They had paraded for countless miles, yet still their cracked voices rang out in worshipful song.

This was a recently completed cover for the forthcoming WFRP supplement. I wanted to capture the classic grimy Warhammer feel, and mood.

I choose a palette that ranged form yellow to deep purpley-reds. I felt this was suitably atmospheric. Then to emphasis the focal point of the picture I put a green shade on the palanquin, and also centred the light source here, consequently becoming the lightest part of the picture.

Further details of the book can be found here:

[link]

mudra of nine thousand moons

Mon, 22 Mar 2004 00:20:35 PST

edit: fixed a glaringly embarrassing anatomical error (thanks to immortus who noticed). though now the thumbnail seems to be broken...

Eight Moments From The Ring Of Shadows: Terahé Mohé (Mudra Of Nine Thousand Moons)

moment 1:
"i am crystal to the stars, spots of glow, and they sing."

moment 2:
"i am lead from land, i am lead by spirithands and artful, silver eyes."

moment 3:
"and so away are land and sea, but i know their sights and smells and sounds, frozen though, as in glass instance. and i slumber still."

moment 4:
"spirit becomes a thousand streams, and as i focus i let go, my memory and self are as a river of leaves, and sleep persists."

moment 5:
"i glide on the gemstone light of nature, and it is love. it is sensation, it is passion, and it is the beauty of pain and the beauty of life."

moment 6:
"my concepts flow and unravel, my energy grows until it becomes a cradle of young stars, black and white and rainbow. i see this, and it is purest life."

moment 7:
"i sleep beneath a starry heaven. a canopy of endless wishes and endless dreams."

moment 8:
"do not wake me, for my mind is as spent as my heart. but know that i am aware, yet i sleep and dream. i remember strangers, i remember loved ones, i know my feelings, and they are open. and i look to the sky."

-r.

CITY LIGHTS - LEONID AFREMOV

Wed, 07 Sep 2011 11:03:59 PDT

Dear Friend,
Im sorry for bothering you again. I would like to remind you that there is only 1 day left to the buy 1 get 2 free deal for any painting on www.afremov.com. You will be receiving paintings only made with a palette knife regardless of what the description says. Im changing the concept of the site; it just takes a long time to update all the 2000 listings one by one. This is a unique one time opportunity to get... valuable art in a much lower price. Think of it as an investment. You can buy 3 paintings for few a couple dollars and then resell each one of them for at least $500. The gallery value of each painting is several thousand dollars. Each painting is painted by me only with a palette knife.

This is how it works: You buy 1 painting from my online gallery [link]
Pay for it and then send me a message or email (vitebskart@yahoo.com) with the other 2 paintings you wish to have for free. The free paintings must be of the same or smaller size from the purchased painting.
If you have any questions, please ask. Customers satisfaction is my main goal.

Best Regards,
Leonid Afremov

Querido Amigo,
Perdona que te moleste otra vez. Me gustaría recordarte que solo queda un día mas de nuestra promoción, compra una y llevate 2 mas gratis en www.afremov.com En caso de que realices la compra, recibirás pinturas originales hechas con espátula al óleo correspondientes a lo que diga la descripción de tu pintura. Estoy cambiando el concepto de mi sitio, toma mucho tiempo actualizar las mas de 2000 pinturas una por una. Esta es una oportunidad única para comprar arte invariable a un precio muchísimo mas bajo. Veelo como una inversión. Puedes comprar 3 pinturas por un par de dólares y después revenderlas cada una por un valor no menos de $500 dólares. La galería valúa cada pintura en un valor muy alto. Cada pintura es hecha a mano con espátula.

Asi es como funciona: Compras 1pintura de mi galeria en linea [link]
Pay por ella y después de haber hecho esto, me envías un email a mi correo (vitebskart@yahoo.com) en el que me digas cuales otras 2 pinturas deseas tener gratis. Las pinturas deben de ser del mismo tamaño o mas pequeñas.
Si tienes alguna duda, por favor pregunta. La satisfacción del cliente es mi principal objetivo.

Mis mejores deseos.
Leonid Afremov

Bringing light into my life

Mon, 23 Aug 2010 07:19:12 PDT

安静

her father is a kite-maker.

she has never known love because her father lost his own.

the earliest and only memory of her mother is the two of them,
staring at the stars
on a lonely boat on peaceful waters.

her child's memory remembers the dark night sky as a blend of a thousand colors
with chunky jewels glittering in the night.

she remembers the splash of the turtle in the waters, invisible in the dark.

"i only want to bring color to my life like the stars bring life to the sky."

ten years later, the stars no longer bring life to the sky.

with her precious memory in her heart, 安静 seeks to bring light to the clouded skies, and hopes to bring color to her own life.

with her father's kite.

the love he never gave to her,
she hopes it will fill her life soon.

_{Although 安静 (AnJing) means "quiet", it can also be used as "peaceful" and "serene".}this work is 100% traditional.
_{ink, colored pencil, and white paint for most of the stars on the right.

_{working on this contest entry has made me realize so many things... it's taught me so much more about patience, and most of all, much about what ART is to me.
recently, i've been making pencil drawings from photographs. they may look alright, but there's something not real in doing this.
as a child, i've always used colored pencils. always.
i took the contest as an opportunity to revisit the anime style i've always used as a child, and to try out the new prismacolor colored pencils i got.

so, this piece of art is uniquely me. not like the other things i've been submitting, but i know for sure that this is art.

that's all I will say...
thank you for your time.
please take a good look at my entry, it used an immense amount of work and detail.}

contest [link]
group and contest by ~Lilla-chan
inspired by `yuumei's original story Knite [link]

_{edit: holy amazing crud. i am so happy that i made the top 50!!! thank everyone so much, and special thanks to ~Lilla-chan for organizing the group and the contest (going through 400+ deviations can never be an easy thing.) and `yuumei for continuously inspiring artists and people like me. as you can see from my comments, this contest has absolutely changed my life. thank you all.}}

ET011A Phoenix Lights

Fri, 05 Dec 2008 01:32:44 PST

On March 13, 1997; Lights in a triangular formation were seen by thousands of people between 7:30 and 10:30 MST, in a space of about 300 miles, from the Nevada line, through Phoenix, to the edge of Tucson. Many Eyewitnesses reported that the lights were being emitted by a V shaped UFO.
This case in particular is special, as it's one of few mass-sightings instead of the usual isolated incidents, and is credited as having some of the best evidence of UFO activity to date. It was even reported by former Arizona Governor Fife Symington.

"I'm a pilot and I know just about every machine that flies. It was bigger than anything that I've ever seen."

"It was enormous and inexplicable. Who knows where it came from? A lot of people saw it, and I saw it too. It was dramatic. And it couldn't have been flares because it was too symmetrical. It had a geometric outline, a constant shape."
-Gov. Symington

Although the Governor would go on to make light of the situation in a press confrence, his testimony still gives credit to the fact the the Government wasn't ignoring the issue.

Closing Statement:
In my opinion, the only other possible explanation would be a top-secret government aircraft who's testing may have gone awray. Otherwise, UFO is the best discription for The Phoenix Lights, as this mystery is still unsolved.

ET Files:
[link]

Raven Gives Light to the World

Fri, 09 Oct 2009 14:13:16 PDT

Mythos assignment from Advanced Illustration. We picked a myth of our choosing to illustrate, and I chose the Tlingit and Tsimshian Native American tale of how Raven stole light for the world. There are many different telling of the story, but this is the one I used.

_{In the beginning, the world lived in darkness. There was no sun, moon, not even any stars. Men had trouble hunting for game, and women couldn't gather berries and roots. Even babies had trouble nursing in the blackness. The sun, moon, and stars were captured and kept in 3 boxed in the house of a greedy chief and his family. Many tried to find this chief to free the lights, but all became lost in the dark. Finally Raven came, and in his godly power, he promised the chiefs of the blinded villages to return the lights to the world. So he flew off, searching for a long time. He eventually came upon the chief's hideaway and waited to formulate a plan to free the lights. Everyday, the chief's granddaughter would gather water at a steam by the house, and take a sip of water before filling her bucket. Raven got his idea then. One day, as she routinely went about her business going to fill her bucket, Raven await overhead. As she went to drink, Raven turned himself into a hemlock needle and fell into the water. She swallowed him, and 9 months later, little baby Raven was born x3. No one found this odd at all, even if the baby was somewhat deformed and looked like it had a beak. On the contrary, the family was overjoyed and spoiled Lil'Raven rotten. As time passed, Raven was able to bend anyone in the family to his will by crying and asking for anything he wanted. Raven cried one day and reached for the Box of Stars, and to appease him, the chief handed it over. Seeing he was happy, the family let him play and let him out of their sight. As soon as they weren't looking, Raven broke the box into a thousand pieces and all the stars floated up to the sky through the house's smoke hole. Again, Raven cried and pointed to the Moon Box, and to make him quiet, the chief gave it to him. Again, as soon as they left him, he broke the box, and the Moon drifted into the sky. Now he cried even louder and reached out to the Sun Box. The chief tried to give him anything else, but Raven's cries were so loud everyone in the house was panicking. He finally relented and took the sun from it's box and tossed it to young raven. Just as the sun reached him, Lil'Raven transformed back into his original form, caught the sun, and flew out through the smoke hole (also turning his originally white feathers black). The greedy family lamented and cursed, but Raven was long gone, and the sun was returned to the sky.}

Anyway, this was really fun to do! I loved how it came out compared to my sketch and color study. I used a base layer of watercolor on cold press illustration board, then finished it off with prismacolor pencils, watercolor pencils, and a white pencil for details. Time taken.... eeehhh... about 4 or 5 days, I don't know how many hours total. Size 12 x 20.

Enjoy

Close ups

Production sketches

Art Copyright Me! Do not use without permission

_{(edit) Also, just in case, here's a book I used in my primary studies for bibliographic citation:

Schomp, Virginia. The Native Americans. New York:
Marshall Cavendish Benchmark, 2008.

I do not claim ownership to this story, only the art I have done.

(/edit)}

Darkness Bringers

Thu, 03 Jun 2010 16:10:48 PDT

There is a legend about beast called Tupilak at the End of World.

At the End of World, there is an endless conflict of Lightbringers and Darknesbringers- however, that keeps the world in right balance of Dark and Light.
A Light cannot shine without Darkness.
Tupilak, the black pitch, who is running around the world by summoning Darknessbringers- monstruos alcoholic-smoke shaped massive cloudy mass- from this materia monsters are shaped out begin based on real life creatures.
When the world is plunged into darkness, the Lightbringers are coming and bringing a divine light to clean darkness away which Tupilak left. Both beasts are chasing each endlessly running around the world.

Tupilak's massive dark cloudy mass has many thousands (pierwiastek), atoms and reactions- it's said it has spacial materia and incredibly strong reactions and it may explode on massive scale. Sciencists are really crazy on it....

Wanted to paint something personal and experiment a bit with more watercolors. That was so fun but really hard to draw- and I really like how it came. In couple past days I did so many crazy chemistry experiments and that painted paper I liked for the most. I found.. that expensive and awesum quality watercolor papers with neat texture really SUCKS because alcohol reactions are NOT working! The best are.. simply printer papers and hardstock smooth papers which I got- are amazing for reactions.
For example, there is no green here. I mixed black with olive green, so I had greyish black. Painted base and did some weird reactions with water and ethanol so it *sepreated* that mixture into two seperate colours- black and green! Funny effect.

Ah and this picture is an opposite to Lightbringers. That fragment and concepts will be used in our story.

Mandala of the Heart of Light

Tue, 09 Aug 2011 06:22:36 PDT

Mandala of the Heart of Light

2011

Metallic Gel Pen on Illustration Board

Mandala of the Heart of Light

Peace

You look at a world
Empty in its form

A grey land . . . cold and sorrowed
The air thickened with the murmurs
Of a thousand voices calling to you
What are you
Or what should you be

You gaze into the still ocean
And see that this land is you

From the desolation you perceive
In the mirror of life

1. Acknowledge yourself

The Angel of Strength bids your mettle
Cast in iron of loyalty

The Angle of Truth bids your word
Crashing like waves against the walls of illusion

The Angel of Peace bids your heart
To a silent repose hidden in the tower

The Angel of Light bids your life
To call upon a blaze in the search for Love

Peace

2. Release yourself

Call upon the fires
To burn away name
Child . . . Mother . . . Daughter . . . Friend . . . Foe

Call upon the fires
To burn away emotion
Loneliness . . . Sadness . . . Anger . . . Joy

Call upon the fires
To burn away thought
Then . . . Now . . . Next

Peace

3. Awaken

You rise to the light
The stillness in your heart

To the mirror you gave
You are what you have sought

The Light of Love

Peace

4. Return

With golden armor
To battle once more

With the hushed thunderous strength
And coolly blazing love

Peace

owner:
Agnes Desiderio
Business Woman / Philippines

I Will Follow You

Fri, 02 Dec 2011 10:34:55 PST

This story began three years ago, when I got an idea for Zyreus and Fayza. Then I made a story. I told two first parts over two years ago (and unless you know them already, I suggest to read them to know what's going on). And finally now I got some inspiration to draw something for this final part. It's not perfect but better than earlier versions. Story itself was written a long while ago (and fixed grammar four times after that).
Anyway, enjoy. Be prepared to something wannabe-epic.

Part 1 of the story.

Part 2 of the story.

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Part 3

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A place nowhere with nothing. Without time, without voices, without end.
Without a way to escape...

She had never believed in anything. She had never believed she could even die. Now her place in afterlife was there: nowhere.

Fayza's poor character sat there, in the darkness which was worse than just lack of light. This was emptiness, lightless place where you saw only yourself, in the middle of nothing.
In this place without time nobody could say how long she had been there, but it felt long as eternity. Alone there, without possibility to escape. Without a way. With your own thoughts and memories which felt heavier than anything during lifetime. And voices of long gone lives through your hands, which yelled at you, which shouted "How you feel NOW?! You deserve this, slayer! This is your endless nightmare! Now you suffer by all your sins!"
Fayza was silent, immobilized. How long she had been there, doing nothing. One hour in life while you do nothing, feels like a short eternity. Fayza has been there long, very long, too long... In timeless place time is different for different souls. For Fayza, this moment of eternity had been there hundreds, maybe thousands of years, maybe even longer. She couldn't feel anymore. She couldn't think anymore. She had been there so long...too long. Too long to hope anymore.

A voice, silent like a feather falling, echoed there from otherwise perfect silence. Fayza's ear twitched a bit, but her mind didn't react.
A voice of walking, restful steps approached. Now Fayza's mind realized it: there was something...someone...somebody! After this eternity, she wasn't alone in this place now.
From the darkness, it came into lightless light, towards Fayza's eyes which haven't seen anything but nothingness for the countless times. Fayza stared. She stared and couldn't say a word. Impossible...

"To the Heaven or to the Hell, I will follow you into far eternity", Zyreus' calm voice said.
Fayza stared without voice but her mouth half open. After this time, after everything, Zyreus stood there peacefully and calm look on his face, without any wounds and with all balanced mind.
Fayza raised her hand, slowly, and touched Zyreus' chest fur. He was there. She didn't imagine him. Zyreus has kept his promise.

Fayza rushed to embrace Zyreus, held him tight for a long while and started weeping but soon it was loud crying. Cruel enchantress had never given real tears for anybody during her life, but now there in nowhere, first time ever hot tears fell down her beak. She would never let Zyreus go, she wanted to keep him close...she wouldn't be alone anymore. Zyreus sat down, looking Fayza calmly, patiently, letting her cry and squeeze him. There weren't anger or hatred anymore. Zyreus closed his eyes, and waited until Fayza calmed a bit.
"Fayza", he started, "eternity is cruel for those ones without a way to go. This place is all you do believe. You believed in nothing."
Female gryphon stared him with sad eyes. Still she couldn't say a word, but Zyreus guessed her thoughts.
"No matter where you go, I'll stay beside you. This was my swear and promise for you." Zyreus kept a short break before he started to talk with high words. "Eternity between us was short for me - I knew where I should go...to meet you. For you, Fayza, I suppose this was not so easy."
Fayza squeezed Zyreus harder. And first time in timeless times, she said something. With silent weeping voice, but with real meaning.
"Zyreus.......th-thank you....."

They were moving on in nothingness. Fayza couldn't let Zyreus go even for a second, she hold her savior while walking towards eternity.
Is not known how long they walked in nowhere before Fayza asked the question.
"Zyreus...where are we going?"
The male gryphon stopped, and looked Fayza calmly.
"Wherever you believe. This place is yours."
Fayza - still holding Zyreus like she would never let him go - started to think. What exactly she had expected, the place after mortal life. Nothing, for sure. But after it?
Fayza thought. The voices. The blaming voices, poor lives she had taken from so many creatures...
The more she thought it the better she heard all of them, yelling, blaming, claiming revenge and rights.
And then Fayza fell down.

All the frustration and old wrath was there. It burned from deep, red vortex of judgement around. Fayza felt her head was about to blow because of all these noises, blames, denigrating...this was what she had deserved, this was her deepest fear...she couldn't stand this anymore --
"Beside you forevermore."
Zyreus said right behind her. Strong arms took her, whiteish wings shine in Fayza's underworld. She felt she rose up, into much better feeling... This fearsome world shrinked down. The gryphon couple floated - like dancing, face to face - in disappearing flames of hell. Fayza stared the male gryphon with astonished eyes.
Now she believed. She believed in Zyreus, the one who was worth his words and never, never would let her disappear into oblivion. There were not any words to tell how light Fayza's mind felt. She was safe. Finally, after everything, after her cruelly ended life, after one eternity, after punishment - she was safe.
They landed down on nothingness, but now there was hope. Fayza let herself smirk a bit, hugged Zyreus. Joy of life - or afterlife - had returned.
"Zyreus. I may not believe but I do believe in anything you do believe."
Fayza smiled. Zyreus smiled. They never got understanding like this in mortal life, but both were now sure it would have been like this if they only had got better change.

The dark nothing vanished.

It was a meadow, gorgeous forests around it. Sky was clear. There was a mountain range and a cave like the one where gryphons met the first time. But something was different. Everything was perfect, like in a dream world. Grass was flawless, water streamed crystal clear, everything was unnaturally awesome. This was afterworld.
"This is much like the place where I spent my childhood." Zyreus said. "And then...there are every places I ever liked. Everything where I would have returned." Fayza stared suddenly appeared whole new world around her. Zyreus noticed that.
"This is my Paradise. But only with you. Believe it." Zyreus gave a sly smirk to the female gryphon. Fayza did same back.
"So, Zyreus..."Fayza started with a little sneaky tone in her voice. "This is lovely place buuut what else you have thought than these environmental things?" She brushed Zyreus' chestfur calmly. Zyreus took grim expression, but it was visible he was smiling.
"We-ell...we have one great eternity to solve it."

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End. About.

Story (c) me. All use forbidden.

Liners, ink, colour pencils, white ink.

GM's Pain Of Survival Commish

Wed, 20 Dec 2006 16:26:36 PST

This is 's completed commission pic two of four. This one features Gypsy badly wounded after a fight.

"I have a tale to tell
Sometimes it gets so hard to hide it well
I was not ready for the fall
Too blind to see the writing on the wall

A man can tell a thousand lies
Ive learned my lesson well
Hope I live to tell
The secret I have learned, till then
It will burn inside of me

I know where beauty lives
Ive seen it once, I know the warm she gives
The light that you could never see
It shines inside, you cant take that from me

The truth is never far behind
You kept it hidden well
If I live to tell
The secret I knew then
Will I ever have the chance again

If I ran away, Id never have the strength
To go very far
How would they hear the beating of my heart
Will it grow cold
The secret that I hide, will I grow old
How will they hear
When will they learn
How will they know"

Lyrics (C) Madonna

Please do not copy, trace, reproduce, or alter in any way without given permission.

Lineart: Micron Pen Size 03
Color: Prismacolor Colored Pencils
Watermarks: Photoshop

Fairy of the magical forest

Sat, 18 Dec 2010 08:23:33 PST

About the drawing:

The feather on her head is very special to her. When she was a normal 10 year old girl others were mean to her and she ran away to the forest. In the the forest she saw the most beautiful feather that she had ever seen, she picked it up and another feather was in front of her. Every time that she picked up the feather another took it place. Magic?

She was so amazed that she kept picking up the black feather till... All of a sudden the feather was replaced by thousands of tiny sparkling lights. It was so beautiful that she almost wanted to cry again but then from happiness. The tiny lights changed in a big door. She opened the door and stept into a magical forest. She felt like she finally belonged somewhere, she became a fairy. It was a very peaceful place but she wasnt alone there, she was with other fairy boys and girls who were the same as her; they all had a heart who was too good to live among human. Since that day she always wears the black feather.

Hope you like it!

Made with Colour pencils.

Ref: [link]

Hwang Mi Hee - WHITE LIGHT

Tue, 11 Aug 2009 13:01:44 PDT

I'm finally done ^^

On and off for 2 weeks..

But I think it was worth it..
This is probably my fave drawing this year...
I'm happy that I managed to fill the whole page ---> [link]

I hope u guys aren't getting sick of Hwang Mi Hee yet ^^ I just Downloaded over 6 grand of pics yes 6 thousand
So expect a LOT more drawings of her, hehehe..

Other HMH portraits I have done ^^

Thx in Advance for comments, Faves.. also for the WIPs.

Send me a note of u wanna ask me something (Art related)

Stats -

A3 Bristol Board Pad 220gsm
Normal H pencil
Mechanical pencils 0.3 H, B, 0.5 2H, 4B, 0.7 HB, 0.9 H, 2H
Ruler, Eraser
Tissue to blend
Writing paper to lean on...

Startling Beauty

Mon, 25 Apr 2011 15:02:17 PDT

He has come a long way. Destruction, pain and agony follow his trail. He leaves only ashes and sorrow in his footprints. As a beast of war, he has served the dark lords for millenia, always being the shadow of doubt in the faces of soldiers and the terror in the hearts of victims. But he never falls, he never comes to a halt or takes a rest. As in the heart of humans, there is o much hate, grief and greed, that he will never, ever stop to be.

He is eternal and he never struggled.

But just one day, he came across the river to a forest of peace. His fiery presence would burn the flowers and the trees and everything that lives there is scared away by the hatred of a thousand human souls that burns inside of him. But there is no peace that is more evident than death and so he walks on. Like the unstoppable and unquestionable force of destruction he is, born from a thousand human minds, baptized with their hatred and brought to life by the endless slaughter.

He leaves footprints of screams, burning scars in the land, steaming from anger and despair.

But suddenly in that very forest, he stopped.
The beast stopped and lowered his head, attracted by the shy scent of a flower. He looks down and stares at her, tiny little unimposing being, that she is. Looks at her white petals and yellow little inside that she has raised painfully up to a ray of light. Standing in the penumbra beneath a giant tree, she dwells in humility, and with endless peace.

He stares at her quite a while, then he goes down on one knee and looks even closer at her white head, her green little coat and her yellow face. Slowly reaching out his arm, he suddenly stops. His dull eyes know no joy nor sorrow. And so he stares at her, silent.
Perfectly silent, he remains there this way, because he knows somewhere deep inside his wrinkled heart, that he'll destroy her with his evil touch.

But he can't go away, either. Attracted by the humble pureness of this little being, he is kept there in this very forest forever. Staring at the flower with longing, stopping for the first time of his existence, after destroying everything - the last day on earth - into all eternity.
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Oh, lovestories about the opposite of gentleness and total decay...
A collab between the lovely and me. They did the linework and I coloured it.
This is the last piece for MMC and my back is honestly broken. I painted the entire thing today because I desperately want to be lazy before the con and before I party my soul out of my head. ;D

Thanks a lot for looking! <3

Oriana, Robotic Dragon

Sun, 13 Feb 2011 19:45:44 PST

BEHOLD!! MY PET DRAGON ORIANA

ATTENTION EVERYONE: MY DAD HAD CONTACTED THE WOLF AT WOLFTRONIX.COM TO ASK TO USE SOME OF HIS MECHANICS FOR ORIANA. HE SAID WE COULD USE THEM BUT NOT FOR PROFIT. PLEASE STOP TELLING ME I SHOULD SELL HER DESIGNS. SHE IS POORLY CONSTRUCTED AND CANNOT BE MARKETED DUE TO COPYRIGHT WITH WOLFTRONIX. THANK YOU.
VIDEO OF HER IN ACTION HERE [link]

---ORIANA's FEATURES---

Oriana is a roughly 3ft tall, robotic dragon. She is a hollow wire skeleton covered in a layer of velvetine. Her horns are super sculpy, her eyes are wooden balls. There is a door on her belly to access her electronics, and she works via Wii Nunchuk.

She currently does the following actions:

-Moves her head in all directions (joystick)
-Wags her tail at a medium speed (constant)
-Wags her tail quickly (when "C" is held down)
-Blinks (Constant)
-Closes her eyes (when "Z" is held down)
-"Love Me" Mode (when photosensors in her nose do not detect light)

Each of her nostrials has a photosenor in it. When covered, she goes into "Love Me Mode". In Love Me Mode, Oriana lowers her head, closes her eyes, and wiggles her tail happily. This action begins when her nostrials are covered.

I'll upload more pictures later.

---PERCH---

My dad converted an old microphone stand into a perch. Her feet are bolted onto a slice of leather-covered PVC pipe. This piece of PVC was supposed to buckle onto my shoulder, but she was too massive. So now, the pipe which used to by my shoulder harness mounts on top of the block of wood on the mic stand. To keep her steady, a bungy cord wraps around the weakest point to hold it down.
---CREDITS---

Oriana was designed and decorated by me. She was programmed by my dad. Dad and I bent up wire and soldered thousands of joints over the course of about a year and a half. Her original frame ended up to big and was scrapped.

Credit for the tail mechanism and eye-blink mechanism goes to "The Wolf" at wolftronix.com.

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For the people who don't want to read the description above

Q: Do you have a blueprint so that I can make one?
A: Unfortunately no. And I'm not just saying that. Oriana was built via trial and error, and she was made all from scratch with little prior planning. So unfortunately no, there are no blueprints.

Q: Can you make me one?
A: No.

Q: Is she for sale?
A: No.

Q: Are you going to sell her to a toy company?
A: As much as I'd like to, Oriana has many structural problems which have caused her to be unstable balance wise. On top of that, she took an incredibly long time to build. Perhaps in the future if we can get a better model, but for right now, no.

Q: You should have a video of her moving.
A: [link] already done.

Q: What is she made out of?
A: If you have to ask this question, you didn't read my description, and you probably aren't reading this. She is a wire skeleton/cage, covering in batting and in velveteen.

Q: How long did it take to make her?/Wow, you must have worked a long time, huh?
A: Took us two years. Read the above description please?
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THANK YOU IN ADVANCE TO EVERYONE FOR THEIR NICE COMMENTS I had so many from the DD that I had to stop commenting on them. There were just too many @_@

Big Blue

Fri, 05 Feb 2010 15:08:27 PST

Ive started 2010 (the entire first month!) with my largest and most complex painting yet Big Blue. Ive always admired peacocks; theyve been in my family since I was born. A beloved peacock, a grand white one named Whitey, died at age 18 but his best friend Big Blue (the subject of this painting) is still strutting his stuff.
Peafowl are among the most colorful birds in the world and belong in the pheasant family. There are many varieties, but the two natural kinds are the India Blue and the African Green. Domestic species include black shoulders and white. Each peacock feather can have unique hues and colors, changing with the available light. In my painting, I counted over thirty colors used for each tail feather. With a standard peacock, the tail can trail five feet long their wingspan, six feet! With their tail displayed in a fan like shape, each end will touch the ground. To attract females they vibrate the feathers to make a gentle hissing sound, almost like rushing water. They often dance in place and rotate to catch any roving eyes.
Even though the peacock has been adopted as a royal bird, they are very gentle and social with all types of birds and animals. Our peacocks share the aviary with ducks, geese, chickens, guineas, and the occasional cat with little protest. They are gentle with the tiny wild ducks and kind to all the hens. If there is a commotion, its in their nature to avoid the situation. Big Blue is the leader of our peacock group Whitey used to be, but Big Blue was the decision maker. He has claimed the coop and wont let any other peacock in unless theres bad weather. He keeps the younger peacocks in check. A wild peacock can live up to 20 years, and I hope our Big Blue will exceed that!

This painting took much longer than I thought it would, but I enjoyed every minute of it. Even the repetitive tail strings. There is actually a level of detail greater than what Ive done each tail feather tendril has thousands of hairs on it. I just painted the general color but it carries the same effect. The 100+ hours Ive spent on it, and the painstaking 74 tail eyes, has been well worth it.

Big Blue 24x30 acrylic on canvas. © Cara Bevan 2010

TIME = 101 hrs 20 min

El Horse

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 13:00:29 PST

I did this sketch about.... 9 months ago? That pencil drawing was done on flight from LGA for my friend =Rawliett as a gift. I've met her a couple years ago as a watcher of my works through DA but now we are brilliant irl friends with amazing, passionate travel plans :>

I really cherish that unique opportunity on devART where I've met many fantastic people and artists, not mentioning online but with many of them I've became friends with till now. Friendships and connections which I greatly value. I could write how it is fantastic just tons of pages…. literally a book.
Every person which I've met and experienced the time with them was an unique chapter of the story because one person I've met locally and another which was thousands of miles away! Every person which I've met, was from a different cuture and has shown a piece of their world which I witnessed. It was so magical, I felt like I was travelling in the time.

I very treasure all friends which I've met through devART and became irl ones. Like naturally I feel knowing them since ever, not just empty, virtual online people.

Where that person lives, if that's about a few miles or thousands- it's regardless. When destiny will show a brilliant light (a friendship/connection) and will build a rainbow bridge that our meeting will happen. As long both sides want. I always want. I don't see a distance. Unlike many people who question "oh how is possible!", I see a rainbow bridge.

"Can I be friends with u???" "no, u can't!"

Many people think that usually good artists only want to be friends with good one… aka "elitist" circle- but no, that's just a stereotype I think. Especially for me that's how it is. For me it's really regardless if you are just a watcher, popular artist or amazing artist.
I've met and became friends in person with many brilliant artists and as well watchers… actually, I think more amazing friends I have are watchers than artists.

All what determines… is the connection. I believe there is some kind of energy in the universe. To simply put, the best way is to be "yourself" and be natural person. I've seen so many people who pursued to be friends with me because of selfish benefits such like (OMG I'm friends with awesome artist!!one11) or if people are looking blindlessly for my art not me as a human or treat me like higher than by themselves they are (being as a minors on their own wish) which naturally threw me off and I never became friends with any of these. Of course to be a fan of someone's works is okay but what determines is the interest with that person behind the pictures. Artist but view as a human. A human which may be right for you or not.

So simply to say, it's impossible to be friends so straightly asked "can we be friends?" where a friendship is natural (and long!) process of building bonds, which involves many unexpected events to strike happen to build a bond between people. It's like a chemistry. Friendships so straightly asked without any process is a fake friendship. Pretendful one. It's very much same like you find a pretty girl on a street and walk to her by saying "can we become lovers?"?
All questions "can we become friends" I will treat like someone is straightly asking me if I can love someone so suddenly. And pursuing for friendship with artist because is popular/awesome artist will end as awful experience for people.

PS: That's what I miss today on devART. I find there are much less value interactive people with glimpse of humanity, passion and a living soul behind computer like it was before.

Commissh - The Crystal Saint

Wed, 11 May 2011 00:53:14 PDT

Commission for

Description:
Anaxi is a travelling monk who visits the small villages and out of the way places on the outskirts of the Ionian Empire. Life on the road has made him tough and self sufficient; he thinks nothing of weathering a storm under a bush or catching frogs to make his dinner.
Everywhere he goes he is welcomed by the peasants and small folk, but he is beneath the notice of the wealthy and noble.
He has a vast knowledge of history and the arcane, but is also quite fond of telling fairytales to children or swapping tall stories over a tankard of ale at a local inn.
He has in his possession several crystal artefacts that the temples are perhaps unaware of.

The high temple has asked Anaxi to accompany two initiate sculptors to county Kambos in the kingdom of Chios to oversee the harvesting of a crystal core for a new airship being constructed for the imperial fleet.

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Danaid is the second eldest of five sisters, whom she has supported since their father died. She is a member of the climbers guild and makes her living by stealing lizard eggs (a delicacy)from the nests the creatures build on the local cliff faces.
The guild has 4 grades and the level of a climbers grade dictates the quota of lizard eggs they are allowed to harvest in a season.
Danaid is grade 2, but her quota is barely enough to take care for her familys needs. Last year she tested to become grade 3, but was bitten by a rouge lizard that got on to the course, causing her to fall. This year she is determined not to let her misfortune hold her back, and is skipping grade 3 to take the grade 4 test. She is training exceptionally hard, pushing herself to her limits but has yet to successfully complete a practice run of the course.

She is starting to doubt herself and wondering if she should perhaps just test for grade 3 when she meets Anaxi, who reads her fortune and suggest she accompany him on his expedition to harvest the crystal core.

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Keroessa.
At the height of the Mage Wars a terrible atrocity took place; in order to destroy his rival, a dark sorcerer dispelled the Godspell which held aloft the continent of Ganymede, casting it into the pit and causing the deaths of thousands of people.
The Temples, who had done their best to protect the common people and stay true to the tenants of their slain god, decided that they must take extreme action in order to prevent any such thing from ever happening again. They cast the Lastspell, which crystallized all of the magic in the world, freezing existing spells and forever sealing away the source of the mages' power.
They did not come to this decision lightly, for it would demand much sacrifice; the Godspells would be crystallized too, and the only way to keep the continents in the air would be to imbed singers at their cores. The eternal song of these brave individuals would resonate with the crystallized Godspells and keeping their magic active.

Keroessa volunteered to sing for Io. She remains to this day at the continents heart, forever un-ageing, encased in crystal. Her sacrifice saved the lives of thousands and The Temples elevated her to sainthood in recognition of her selflessness and compassion. Few ever set eyes upon her, save the climbers and monks who, several centuries later, travel to the crystal cave to harvest chunks of the Godspell for use as airship cores.

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Commission info->[link]

The Wonderful Lamp

Wed, 29 Apr 2009 14:36:14 PDT

[edit: fixed lotsa stuff, mostly colors and lighting 10/28]

Aladdin bade her keep her cotton, for he would sell the lamp instead. As it was very dirty she began to rub it, that it might fetch a higher price. Instantly a hideous genie appeared, and asked what she would have. She fainted away, but Aladdin, snatching the lamp, said boldly: "Fetch me something to eat!" -- One Thousand And One Nights

Aladdin was such a dick.

Oil and Colored Pencil on Illustration Board
15x20 inches
Monday night/Tuesday afternoon in a mad rush to finish in time for my painting final.

Enjoy :]

Book - Priestess of the Moon

Sat, 11 Nov 2006 00:37:51 PST

Moonfeather was uncertain; the 'In Between' was discovered. In the thousands of years since the sanctuary had been created none had found the hidden oasis. Now their secret was revealed, and for the first time since the decision to hide away the priestess was unable to make a clear choice. Mar'leash wanted them killed before they could do any harm, but this felt wrong. These two were important. The priestess bowed her head in silent contemplation.

Suddenly the temple filled with light; dustmotes danced a silver dance as the priestess of the Moon Temple was given the answer she sought. The Last Goddess wanted the strangers treated with care and respect. They were to be given the answers to the questions they would ask. All must be done for the two children who approached on foot from across the Furnace.

They were the seeds of Hope.

Original Size: 12"x17"
Media: Watercolour, Gouache and Coloured Pencil
Model: The beautiful MizzD

Fall of the Light-Bearer

Sun, 14 Jan 2007 23:49:30 PST

"...Another sign appeared in heaven: an enormous red dragon with seven heads and ten horns and seven crowns on his heads." -Revelations 12:3.
"...I saw an angel coming out of heaven, having the key to the Abyss and holding in his hand a great chain. He seized the dragon, that ancient serpent, who is the devil, or Satan, and bound him for a thousand years." -Revelations 20:1-2.

Acrylic on illustration board, 51 x 38 cm.

A Thousand Lights for Hekate

Tue, 13 Mar 2012 12:16:58 PDT

Based upon imagery brought forth by meditation on Hekate.

Acrylic, ink, marker.

Fragile Serenity

Fri, 23 Nov 2007 11:44:34 PST

A massive traditional painting, made up of four wooden panels- each 5 by 5 feet, making it 5x20 feet in size.
(1.5 by 6 meters)

This work was done with a mix of: acrylic paint, charcoal, marker, and chalk.

This piece was completed in 3 months with the help of my apprentice Milena C.

Top photograph: the entire painting
Bottom photo: showing the actual size of one panel with me in the front of it, to show actual size.
The bottom photo is more yellow because I was screwing around with lighting on set and photoshop adjustments afterwards.

Oh, and if you are or have been to Toronto- you can recognize some of its architecture in the top left panel.

Closeup of all the panels:
[link]

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This project is a recollection of civilizations greatness and its plausible downfall due to the pitfall of the double edged sword theorem that is technology.

On one side we created great cities, raised skyscrapers to the heavens, chased away the darkness of the night with electricity and have lengthened, greatly simplified and improved human life, curing countless deceases, saving lives, exploring the micro and the macro, reaching beyond borders of our planet and into space.

And on another side- we have the atomic power of war to flatten the landscape into an infertile desert, as shown practically in the Chernobyl incident; we have numerously blackened the ocean with oil spills, scorched the earth in wars, raised the global temperature, clogged the sky with poisonous air pollutants, and over-populated our species to the point where many thousands starve everyday lacking food and shelter.

Painting #2:
[link]

MMM SKYSCRAPER I LOVE YOU

Thu, 09 Aug 2007 00:53:17 PDT

mmm skyscraper i love you. mmm skyscraper i love you.
mmm skyscraper i love you. mmm skyscraper i love you.

thirty thousand feet above the earth. its a beautiful thing.
and you're a beautiful thing.
thirty thousand feet above the earth. its a beautiful thing.
everybody's a beautiful thing.

mmm skyscraper i love you. mmm skyscraper i love you.

and i see elvis! elvis!

i see porn dogs sniffing the wind. sniffing the wind for something new.
porn dogs sniffing the wind for something violent they can do.
porn dogs sniffing the wind. sniffing the wind for something new.
porn dogs sniffing the wind for something violent for me and you.

will you be my big plaything. my total big disorientator.
will you be my big plaything. my ninja power. my number cruncher.
yes. yes. yes. no. yes. yes.
yes. yes. yes. yes. no. no.

and i see elvis! and i hear god on the phone.
mmm skyscraper i love you.

i see porn dogs sniffing the wind. sniffing the wind for something new.
porn dogs sniffing the wind for something violent that they could do.
porn dogs sniffing the wind. sniffing the wind for something new.
porn dogs sniffing the wind for something violent for me and you.

the city is a whore tonight.

and i see god talking! elvis! god talking!

pornfest pork fat jesus christ night light.
elvis fresh meat and a little whipped cream.
pornfast cornfat jesus christ night ride.
elvis fresh meat and a little whipped cream.
thirty thousand feet above the earth. thirty thousand feet above the earth.
beautiful thing. you're a beautiful thing.
thirty thousand feet above the beautiful earth.
mmm skyscraper i love you. mmm skyscraper i love you.
mmm skyscraper i love you. mmm skyscraper i love you.

like i feel you. like i feel you. like i feel you. like i feel you...

20x30" Acrylic on Board , 2002.

Artwork is Copyright © 2008 Armando Huerta.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

*All materials contained in my deviantART gallery may not be reproduced, copied, tubed, edited, published, transmitted or uploaded in any way.

Is it Eating You?

Wed, 05 Oct 2011 22:57:24 PDT

Another to add to my "She Grew From Heartbreak" little collection of pics, aka, drawings dedicated to a boy.

Soundtrack:

Broken Pieces

"Too late, this is not the answer.
I need to pack it in.
I can't pull your heart together,
With just my voice alone.

A thousand shards of glass,
I came to meet you and,
And you cut the peace out of me.

And as you ripped it all apart
Than when I turned to watch you.
And as the light with you in dark
I saw you turn to shadow

If you would salvage some part of you
That once you loved
But I'm losing this
And I'm losing you

Oh, I've gotta turn and run
From faces that you've never seen
Oh I've gotta save my blood
From all that you've broken
I hold these pieces of me

It's too late now
To stop the process
This was your choice
You let it in
This double life you lead
Is eating you up from within
A thousand shards of glass
You pushed beneath my skin
Left me lying there to bleed"

- Apocalyptica ft. Lacey.

Details;
- Pencils: Staedtler 2H, B, HB, 4B, 5B, Mechanical pencil.
- Smudge stick & white eraser.
- Canson paper.
- 8X10.
- 4hrs.
- WIP shots on my Twitpic/Twitter account, and my Facebook Page: Rebecca Blair Visual Art.
- Reference: [link]

Disclaimer:
I do not own the original reference photo.

Sleeping Sun

Mon, 09 Jul 2007 16:43:51 PDT

[I had no idea which category this really belongs to... Animals? Fantasy?]

I could with every reason call this as the first piece of art in my gallery. This is what I want to do, or at least a hint about it. Not a portrait, not realistic, not a copy of a photo. This is mine. The quality might be light-years away from my best pencil drawings but this is my thought, my pain, my delight. I have a long way to go but so far so good. At the moment, for me the though and feeling counts more than the means to express it. I need the colours and I must accept the fact that I'm pretty lost with colour pencils.

It might be appropriate to admit this is enhanced on computer; this is no way equally good on paper. Or maybe it is, but just different. I like it as it is on paper but after going through my scanner... it just isn't the same on computer screen, so it might as well be enhanced a bit and then fairly be different.

I hope you get something out of this. If it's a thought that you feel like sharing, please do. It goes without saying that this is a special one for me. Critique is welcome too, but I'm going to be pretty sensitive about it , so please, be nice and constructive.

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Inspired by (but not trying to be an interpretation of) the following song:

Sleeping Sun

The sun is sleeping quietly
Once upon a century
Wistful oceans calm and red
Ardent caresses laid to rest

For my dreams I hold my life
For wishes I behold my night
The truth at the end of time
Losing faith makes a crime

I wish for this night-time
to last for a lifetime
The darkness around me
Shores of a solar sea
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
Sleeping
Weeping
With you

Sorrow has a human heart
From my god it will depart
I'd sail before a thousand moons
Never finding where to go

Two hundred twenty-two days of light
Will be desired by a night
A moment for the poet's play
Until there's nothing left to say

I wish for this night-time...

I wish for this night-time...

Song/lyrics © Tuomas Holopainen / Nightwish

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Reference photo for the horse: [link] by ~zoops

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This drawing wouldn't exist without the mentioned piece of music. I've waited for years, or more likely for at least a decade, to be able to create something myself like I used to do when I was just a kid. Through Nightwish's music I've found again something I thought I had lost forever. I felt indescribably good about being able to do this and I hope I can continue like this.

This doesn't mean I'd abandon all I did before, I'll most likely continue drawing portraits etc to keep up some kind of technique (or the lack of it ) which will hopefully help me to do what I want to do most.

Last but not least, after all this rambling, sorry for the watermarks but it should be quite obvious that the last thing I wish is someone stealing this.

VSS A Thousand Paper Cranes 2612

Thu, 31 Jan 2013 22:41:32 PST

I'm still taking a break but I realized I forgot to upload this so I am now doing it his so everyone knows she's mine and whatnot. Anyway, love this filly <3

Name: VSS A Thousand Paper Cranes 2612
Nickname: Inka (meaning "catching fire" in Japanese)
Sex: Mare
Breed: Nordanner
Age: Foal
Height: projected around 17.3hh
Color: Silver Bay Spotted Blanket Laced Tobiano (laced pintaloosa )
Markings: Laced Tobiano, Blanket
Special: one purple eye, one gold eye
Discipline: Eventing (dressage/cross-country/show jumping)
Sire:
Dam:
Bloodlines:

--------------------DVBR Majeed 126
----------SDS Uasail 816
--------------------SDS Shiya 98
Tulen Kantaja 1703
--------------------Rex 116
----------BHS Drop Dead Diva 1347
--------------------EWS Dane's Shiramisu 132

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ES Nameless Liberty 901
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Foals: N/A
Temperament:
Personality: Inka is truly magnificent. She holds her head high and prances around like a stallion. She is confident, not arrogant, and knows what's what. She is a queen among horses. She is magnificently built and its reflected in her regal, kind, friendly, yet proud nature. She is extremely intelligent and can do anything she puts her mind to. She's the kind of horse who's soft hearted and is respected as a leader by all except Antsy (needless to say she loathes Inka for having so much respect when Antsy is the lead mare). But she is a shy around new people and horses. And though she is popular among her equine peers she prefers the company of people (either children or Ryan, Tro, Rogan, Coby, or Greyson)
Story:

Victory Song Stables had been working with nordanners for nearly a year. It had all started with a markingless isabella palomino with a heart of gold. And they had slowly grown to own five gorgeous nordanners, each beautiful in their own right. But Ryan felt it in her bones, it was time for a mutation. She had kept her ears open for news of fresh horses from the islands being caught, but no such luck. So Ryan had put it off, deciding that when it was time it would happen. She was surfing the web for stallions listed at stud, for her Cavalieri mare Fluer, and stumbled across a huge 18.0hh Peafowl Laced Tobiano stallion. What's more? He was silver black. She quickly bought a slot, despite not having a mare for him. Then she started watching for a dominant mare. And found one rather quickly. After working with both owners an agreement was made. The beautiful Appaloosa mare was spunky and fun, the stallion regal and sweet.
Ryan payed out of pocket to transport both horses to Victory Song where the mare would throughout the term of her pregnancy. The stallions visit was swift. And both horses were fantastic to experience.
Towards the end of the pregnancy, the mare, Nameless, was a little but early on delivery. Not enough to be worrisome but upon seeing how the foal had inherited the sires height it was good it went easy on the beautiful mare.
The foal was born in the pasture around 9am and labor only lasted a short while. The insane markings of the foal and extreme Snow White mane and tail were breathtaking. And she was standing within the first ten minutes.
And after she had been nursing for a while, Cinderella the Pit Bull puppy ran through the pasture. The foal was so curious she went eagerly after the puppy, who turned around, cocked her head sideways, and walked over. Upon meeting in the middle the foal bent down and Cinderella stood up to full height, and licked the babies nose. Nameless walked over and nudged the filly, dubbed Inka, who looked at the puppy oddly before she ran off and Inka went back to nursing.

Other: Built like a light Friesian, very regal Spanish head and neck and large hind quarters, deep chest, long well built legs, lots of feathering. She also has a bond with Cinderella and they're hardly ever away from one another.
Registered With: Nordanner Group
Passable Traits: Ee, Aa, nZ, nLp, TlTl
Stud/Lease: Closed

Breeding slots:
1. Mine
2. *iRideOn
3. Closed
4. Closed
5. Closed
6. Closed
7. Closed
8. Closed
9. Closed
10. Closed

Nordanner breed (c)
Inka (c)

Shining Saint Of Perfekt Light

Sat, 03 Oct 2009 06:42:26 PDT

One from the arkhives. A thousand Demiurges merge into the ultimate phorm of Propagator.The Shining Saint is a kreator of new planes, and holds close to itself the realm of of our universe.

Drawn in pencils, inkhes and ballpoint on A4 papyr.

SOLD

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The First Avatar: Nubia

Mon, 14 May 2012 11:18:34 PDT

Water... Earth... Fire... Air.
Long ago, their lived a single nation bound together in harmony and peace.
Then everything changed during The Purging.
Emerging from the darkness was the Avatar, the creator and teacher of the four bending elements.
But when The Purging was over, he vanished.
Split in ideals, but united in cause, the single nation divided into four, each reflecting a single element of their choice.
And while the nations believed the Avatar to be no more, his teaching continued to shape the world and its history.
But while many thought the story of the Avatar had ended, it really, had only just begun.

This is the tale of the first Avatar, Nubia, and like Aang, what he did to change the world forever

In the beginning, there was single nation, a large traveling tribe of nomads. The dominant race on the planet, the world was their kingdom. Bound together by their natural curiosity, the nomads traveled the planet, learning all they could; its secrets, its mysteries, and its stories.

In time, the people learned that the various animal races could manipulate the elements of nature to their advantage. The dragons could push and pull fire to cook their food, the badgermoles could push and pull the earth to dig, the koi fish could push the water to swim, and the sky bisons could push and pull the air to fly.

The people studied the animals, curious and jealous of their powers. They couldn’t fly, they couldn’t swim, they couldn’t dig deep into the earth, and they certainly couldn’t create fire. Hearing their prayers, the grand spirit demanded from the nomads a single human, someone to represent humanity and its worthiness of such power. The nomads argued for a while as to who could handle such as responsibility, but eventually they settled on a pure child named Nubia.

Proving to the grand spirit of how worthy humanity was to receive such splendid gifts, the grand spirit gave Nubia the ability to manipulate the elements, but not the knowledge. Before returning Nubia home, the grand spirit warned him of its terrible power and that while he had the ability to manipulate the elements, he would have to learn from its original users. Returning home, Nubia told the tribe of what the grand spirit had told them. With the permission of the elders, Nubia set out on his own.

In time, Nubia learned to control the elements by mimicking and learning from the animals the grand spirit spoke of. Learning air bending from the sky bison, the sky bison allowed Nubia to domesticate them. Learning water bending from the koi fish, Nubia was taught about the push and pull of the moon and its effects on the world. Learning earth bending from the badger moles, Nubia was shown the secrets of the earth and its plentiful bounties. Learning fire bending from the dragons, Nubia was given The Eternal Flame so that mankind could learn of its many uses.

Capable of manipulating air, water, earth and fire, Nubia returned to his tribe. Doubtful of his power, the elders demanded he prove his abilities. Telling them to follow, Nubia led the tribe to large barren wasteland.

Calling it Bending, Nubia made many swift and powerful motions with his entire body allowing him to wield god-like power, just as he had learned. He raised mountains and cultivated the earth, split the continent to create rivers and lakes, used the wind to bring seeds from the surrounding areas, and used fire to light up the night sky.

The entire tribe was speechless, but Nubia broke the silence with a mighty speech. He called this new land Kwadzo, after his father, and declared it their new home. Grateful, the tribe gave Nubia their highest honor possible. From then on, Nubia became known as the Avatar.

For 20 years, life was good and the tribe prospered in this new land. In that time, Nubia married and to the delight of the tribe, his wife gave birth to four healthy boys. However, to Nubia’s surprise, each boy could only bend a single element. The first son could only bend air, the second son could only bend water, the third son could only bend earth and the fourth son could only bend fire.

Radically different from one another, the sons soon also married, passing on their abilities to their sons and daughters, just as Nubia had done to them. Soon, the tribe was divided into air benders, water benders, earth benders, and fire benders, each believing themselves to be superior then the other three.

In a horrific event known as The Purging, the four families set out to cleanse one another so that only one bending family would remain. Non-benders chose sides and soon an all-out war erupted. Thousands were killed and it looked like no side would gain the upper hand. Disgusted by the war, Nubia preached to each side about how war was not the answer and how peace brought them together in the first place.

Hearing his words, the heads of four families decided to end the war, but it was too late. Exhausted and badly injured after fending off an attack from all four of the families, Nubia succumbed to his injuries and died at the age of 211.

Stricken with grief in what they had become, the families decided to break up, each settling in different parts of the globe. Using the original four son’s beliefs as guidelines, each elemental family set up their own separate nation, each with its own set of beliefs and culture. United in peace, but divided in ideals, the world prospered under this new system, but grieved at the loss of their Avatar.

Worshiping the gifts he gave to humanity, the four nations thought they would never see some one worthy of the title “Avatar’ ever again.

That is, until Shiya of the water tribe was born... [link]

(To address the issue of energy bending, that was even before the time of the wandering nomadic tribes, when mankind first appeared)
(Also, to address the issue of Oma and Shu, as we have seen with a lot of tribes in the real world, folklore was their way of explaining things too dark or unexplainable. While Oma and Shu were not the first benders, they were the first born in their villages with the capability to earth bend, as we see that not everyone can be born with the ability. Take for example, the loveable Sokka, who cannot water-bend, even though his sister can.
Also, as we have seen in the show, a lot of history is unrecorded. Thus, like the real world, we can safely assume that word of mouth has skewed the Avatar's history besides his direct involvement with the world. We do have to remember though, that this is all fictional and speculation.)

(Picture belongs to
[link] and was great inspiration for these stories)
([link])
(Editing would be appreciated)

The day ends when...

Sun, 27 Mar 2011 03:16:49 PDT

the sun is going to kiss the horizon.

My first copic picture after thousands of years.
And because of it, two of my copics are empty now! And I haven´t got the money to order refillsT_T

Xey and Eal, laying lazy on a grass cliff and watching the sunset.
The sun light around the sun itself looks messy, but I like it somehowx)

Tools: Copic ciaos

Ealendyr, Xeypia, Jarmundur (c) me
Little Yue (c) =Melandria

ARMAGEDDON

Mon, 27 Apr 2009 02:37:29 PDT

The Armageddon Battle, the first war happen from the bible history written in Apocalypse. the battle of Arch Angel Michael versus the Shining star Angel Lucifer, the battle exists thousand years but no one win and no one loose because they are immortals.
Then...Lucifer and all of his angel on his side throw on land (earth) and lucifer was in chain in the river of Euprhates guarded by four mighty Angels.
and the angels on lucifers side turn into a demons....

until now the Good is still oppposite on Evil... it can't be as one.
the dark and the light is very different at all.

Medium: Pencil on A4 size paper

Sorry to reduce the resolution viewing because many blog users use my deviations without my permission, specially on my exclusive artworks for contest.

Where the Wild Things Are

Fri, 21 Dec 2012 15:08:34 PST

Daniel Smith Watercolors
Prisma Colored Pencils
Arches 140lb Cold Press Paper

Her name is Skittlez, she's from my webcomic, Toilet Genie.

On tumblr there are:
finished pencil lineart
two different roughs from this image

If you click the download button, this is also a wallpaper! There is a zip pack with three different designs, one of the full image, one of the lineart, and one of the changing ravens. X3

And if you'd like to see a bigger version of this painting, I added that to the download just now. It was such a big painting, filled with detail, it's really shrunk down and sad on deviantart.

Hey Merry Christmas (and assorted other holidays!) Thank you to everyone who has followed my work over the years, be that pony art, pokemon art, or my original characters and comics. Thank you especially to the people who continue to hoard TG pages and read my comic every now and then! I know it doesn't update regularly, but I hope every update is worth waiting for. That is always my endeavor.

The title isn't arbitrary, but obviously this isn't from Maurice Sindak's book, either.

haha, I've really tried to write an author comment about this image, but I might not be capable. I'll try again anyway.

In September, I moved from a painfully rural place to a really dense inner city. I thought a city was what I wanted - and right now it is, I don't regret what I did. This concept I'm trying to understand was also in "The Last Unicorn". The unicorn removed herself from the forest, but the forest remained behind her eyes until the event of humanity changed her permanently. She then confronted forgetting everything in exchange for something new, but instead of that, she learned regret. In "Where the Wild Things Are" a child invents a wild land where he can be king and live out all of his questionable childhood fantasies until his fantasy tries to eat him and he runs home to his mum, who fixes him hot soup and doesn't question the change in her child. There's a third story I'm thinking of, too. Eowyn was a pretty great character. The basis of her problem was a life filled with purpose and responsibility, two things that can instill value, but instead acted as a cage. When she left the cage, she did accomplish great things, but those accomplishments permanently changed her in good and bad ways.

For a long time after leaving home, a city sound would spur a rural memory. It was very odd. I was sitting at a desk, working, I was alone and everything was quiet. Outside, there was a noise. The noise was at a perfect pitch. For a moment, I couldn't even register what the noise was, I was mentally not even at my desk. The opening note of the noise was identical to an elk singing and all I could think of was that perfect shade of autumn twilight, bars of red light falling through black pines, sparse golden grass, and dry air heavy with sage and dust.

It was such a perfect and complete memory, it was jarring and even painful to realize the noise was in fact a screeching tire.

I have a permanent home in a place that inspires dreams that can only take me away from this home. My home is a cage that keeps me from meeting anyone or learning foreign things, but when I leave, that home pulls at me like a missing piece. Staying would strangle every dream, but I'm not sure I even *can* leave. Does it count as leaving if a part of me will always live in this place, even when the rest of me lives several thousand miles away?

The Little Mermaid left her beautiful sea to chase her love, even when walking on land felt like walking on upturned knives.

Maybe this is a sensation of division that I wouldn't want anyone else to have to experience, but maybe also, being torn forward is the only way to be alive.

Another bunch of weapons

Thu, 27 Jul 2006 03:33:09 PDT

Another bunch of weapons, this time with my favourite type of weapons included from the online game Maple Story.
The big hammers with a slight demonic touch. Yay!
Names, left to right. If you think you can come up with better ones, tell me.

Balus: The one-handed warhammer. The myth tells it possesses demonic powers, but so far, no one discovered the secret to unlocking these powers. It is said there were many who tried to unlock it's powers, but they all disappeared. So this might truly be a case of, no one lived to tell the story. Therefore not many people even dare to think about unlocking it's powers.

Dagger of Pure souls: Some people say that it was made by the hand of god himself. Most people however just say it was made by some superstitious blacksmith that probably lost his mind. There is even a story going around that it was indeed made by a blacksmith but blessed by god, so that he could purify his soul as he was bitten by a vampire. The tip has silver embedded with biblical inscriptions. What is this doing in a collection of weapons that seem to have dark powers anyway??

Baël: In many ways it seems the same as Balus, but this is the much bigger two-handed warhammer. Even though it is much larger it is actually quite light to the one carrying it, however the blows it deals are bone-shattering. Not many people dare use this hammer, for it's name is of a much more well known demon and many believe the evil power can corrupt it's user. Even though it seems to have been unlocked form it's demonic power, it hasn't. Who knows what will happen if someone does!

Bent dragon: An abnormally bent two-hand Samurai sword. Not much is known about it's origin. Even though it is known to be hundreds or maybe even over a thousand years old, it looks like it was made yesterday and it never needed to be sharpened.
A dangerous light weighted sword, which many people would want to posses.

Double Fang: Not one, but two swords. Large but very light for it's size, these two swords are meant to be used together. However, the fact they are light does not mean anyone can use them, you still need great skill to do so. Except for the stories about it being used for decapitation with a scissor-like movement, nothing much is known about it's origin.

Giant Claw: A huge and very heavy hammer with a thick blade on the other side. What on earth was the blacksmith that made this thinking?? No one knows for sure. All that is certain is that he was an abnormally large man with enormous strength. Rumour has it he used it for his own revenge. Which would make sense for it does not appear he intended it to be used by anyone else. It is so heavy it takes two normal men to carry it. How could this be useful to any warrior in battle?

Well, how do you like the stories to go along with the weapons?
All done with my 0.5mm graphite pen.

northern lights

Sun, 01 Jul 2007 00:31:24 PDT

puess ahi esta lo que hice.. la verdad batalle un monton haha pero no quedo exactamente como queria
pero en fin.. me gustó

ACUARELAS a todo lo que da

The land of ice and snow - stratovarius

The land of ice and snow
Where the midnight sun blows
Hundred thousand lakes glow
In the land of ice and snow

Northern lights guide our way
Come whatever may
Forest god protects our day
In the land of ice and snow

Where Koskenkorva flows
Where the freezing wind blows
Summer nights are white and warm
In the land of ice and snow

Some might say that we are cold
Don't believe all that's been told
Our hearts are mad of gold
In the land of ice and snow

We didn't bow under oppression
We fought and we died
Redeemed in blood
The land of ice and snow

Here I was born and here I've lived
And one day here I will die
Under northern starry sky
In the land of ice and snow...

I watch over you

Mon, 07 May 2012 03:53:54 PDT

I watch you, fair lady
collecting fullmoon flowers at midnight
I sense you, oh dear lady
shining brighter than them in the moonlight

Shrouded by the shadows of the trees night by night,
I watch over you, dreaming to step with you in the light

Wichtelbeitrag für Hopefully you'll like it.

Hello!
I took part in a secret santa action for the first time. It's good illustration practise, since you have to come up with an idea responding to the very few information given.
The challenge was to illustrate the zodiac sign and a personal quality of the person who's name we were given per mail.

I got 'Sagittarius' and 'shy' - not the most fittig combination I guess but oh well, there are thousands of heroic, racy sagittari out there - I may as well take the chance to give a shy one the opportunity to shine.
He is quite handsome and cool in his own way I guess...c:

I had a lot of fun doing this, it was very liberating.

Some w.i.p. as always to be found in my [Blog].

Thank you for viewing.
Anja

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The Great Attractor

Wed, 27 Feb 2008 20:53:08 PST

The Great Attractor is a gravity anomaly in intergalactic space within the range of the Centaurus Supercluster that reveals the existence of a localised concentration of mass equivalent to tens of thousands of Milky Ways, observable by its effect on the motion of galaxies and their associated clusters over a region hundreds of millions of light years across

pencil/pc-mirror

fullview for detailed crazyness

Olivia Wilde

Mon, 04 Jul 2011 04:46:36 PDT

_{Ilojleen Art at Facebook

OTHER HOUSE M.D. RELATED FAN ART

size: A4
pencils, F - 6B, a regular eraser and a kneaded eraser, Faber Castell coloured pencils, Toison D'Or Polycolor coloured pencils, a white gel pen, a colorless blender pencil
time: approx. 40h
reference photo: Olivia: [link]
WIPs and Details:

About the subject
Olivia Wilde aka the beautiful Thirteen of House M.D.
I haven't drawn a woman for a long, long time and as I find Olivia one of the most beautiful actresses, I decided to portray her. To make a drawing more interesting, I took a decision to change her hair for more dreamy and add a butterfly mask as I thought they can make her even more feminine.

You can find here a hidden meaning here: she's wearing a butterfly mask in colours of rainbow not without a reason. Rainbow stands for the set of colours of LGBT and Olivia played Remy Hadley who was a bisexual person. I'm heterosexual but this is my support for LGBT Everyone is allowed to love, no matter if you fall in love with the person of the opposite or the same gender.

Butterflies are symbols of mind, soul, love and liberty.

About the portrait
The shape of butterfly was loosely based on the random reference photo. I wanted to make my own butterfly. Last year I was to the exhibition of butterflies, moths and others insects and saw THOUSANDS of those flying fellas. I browsed my folder with the photos I've taken of them and studied all shapes and colours of wings. In the end, I decided to make my own shape and colouration. I'm aware that I used more colours than a rainbow has. A big mistake that has been made: when I started colouring, I forgot I wanted to do some reflections of light on the mask, that's why the purple strips don't have any I wish that mask would be symmetrical D:
Olivia has fair hair in the reference photo, but I think dark hair really suits her so I drew it that way and multiplied strands.
Funny thing is that it turned out totally different than I imagined when I was sketching
Hope you like it! Take care everyone

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Tetragrammaton Clerec Gun

Sat, 09 Apr 2005 08:26:25 PDT

The gun kata
Through analysis of thousands of recorded gunfights, the Cleric has determined that the geometric distribution of antagonists in any gun battle is a statistically predictable element. The gun kata treats the gun as a total weapon, each fluid position representing a maximum kill zone, inflicting maximum damage on the maximum number of opponents while keeping the defender clear of the statistically traditional trajectories of return fire. By the rote mastery of this art, your firing efficiency will rise by no less than 120%. The difference of a 63% increase to lethal proficiency makes the master of the gun katas an adversary not to be taken lightly.

I mean who can not love the fight scees in Equilibrium

Time: 3 hours
Size: A4
Materials: 0.3, 0.5 mm mechanical pencil, tissue paper, time
Drew one gun. Added a nother and made them sligtly blue to fit the original color... Wee...

Little fox

Fri, 23 Jun 2006 09:22:54 PDT

I hope you like it. ^^

So many people have asked me so far how I make fur look realistic, so here's a small description:
I use a very thin pencil (usually a mechanical pencil). I start with the eyes, then the nose. Then I outline the head lightly, and start detailing with the eyes. After that, I begin to draw short strokes around the eyes and the head. For me, it is easier to draw the body after I'm done with the head. So I outline the body with light lines, and draw thousands of strokes. The strokes should follow the outline of the body. At darker areas, I draw more strokes, and less where there is more light or the fur is lighter.
It's that simple. ^^

Demiurge Of Clockwhurk Dreams

Sun, 21 Dec 2008 09:01:14 PST

Some of ye may recognise this one! {X>B

A thousand Propagators of light merge into the splendid spirit of invention.Capable of creating artificial whurlds and small inter-planer voids known as sanctuaries, this holy creature is venerated by aspiring inventors.

Drawn in inkhes, pencils ballpoint on A4 papyr

SOLD

Lana del Rey

Thu, 26 Jul 2012 10:22:41 PDT

_{"Born to Die"

La oscuridad atormentaba al público en la sala, la gente extrañada vio una luz aparecer, como un reflejo, como un suspiro. Una figura alargada sujetaba un micrófono, sus ojos profundos y su porten silenciaron la sala por completo. Una voz fuerte, una voz que atravesaba cada corazón, una voz única apareció martilleando la sala con fuerza. Cada palabra que pronunciaba alteraba las paredes, el suelo, cada palabra llegaba a lo más profundo de uno mismo. Nadie podía creer como de una joven podía salir una voz tan dulce, como una simple voz podía cambiar la vida de miles de personas. Sin duda era una chica que había nacido para morir.

"Born to Die"

Darkness consciousness to the public in the Hall, the estranged people saw a light appear as a reflex, like a sigh. An elongated figure holding a microphone, deep eyes and his carrying silenced the room completely. A strong voice, a voice that crossed every heart, a single voice appeared to hammer the room with force. Every word he pronounced altered the walls, the floor, each word reached the depths of one's self. No one could believe as a young man could leave a voice as sweet as a simple voice could change the lives of thousands of people. No doubt it was a girl who was born to die.

MAPACHE SALADO - ALMQ

Monster Insde Me ® ₂₀₁₁}

M-22S Maelstrom Elite Mecha

Tue, 06 Apr 2004 05:03:44 PDT

REPORT ON THE MAELSTROM CLASS LOHENGRIN

Model Number: M-22S
Classification: Special Operations Mecha
Manufacturer: Lohengrin Engineering
Pilot: N/A
First Deployment: N/A
Accommodation: pilot only, in fixed cockpit mounted into mecha frame
Head Height: 11.0 Meters
Weight: 28.6 tons
Sensor Systems: Head Camera; Heat Based Sensor System, 200 meter effective range
Targeting Systems: Onboard Computer
Construction: Reinforced Titanium Composite Alloy
Power Plant: Onboard Energy Battery, 3 Hour Operational Time
Propulsion System: Black Sphere Drive, Alpha Type
Flight Speed: 350 km/h
Maximum running speed: 55 km/h
Leap Distance: 2+ Meters
Safe Fall Distance: 5+ meters
Armament: 100mm Gauss Rifle, Titanium Blade
Special Armament: N/A

Overview
The Maelstrom series mecha is one of the second generation suits developed by the Lohengrin Engineering group. The others in the series include the Cerberus and Juggernaut series. All three models utilize the same basic frame, with a number of individual developments to specific roles, as well as a number of unique features that developed as Lohengrin Engineering became more advanced in developing mecha and weapons technology.
The Maelstrom series shows a particularly notable advancement over the other models in that it possess a highly efficient military grade radio, allowing secure and long distance radio communications. Additionally, advancements in the sensor system originally used by the Marduc have allowed a greater effective range. More importantly, the multi-camera system used by the Maelstrom allows for multiple zoom settings at the same time on the cockpit display, with a maximum 300 x zoom potential.
The Maelstrom is significantly more expensive to manufacture as well as being much, much costlier to maintain and keep in good working order. Because the high amount of skill required to properly pilot the Maelstrom, and the higher production costs, the Maelstrom series was once limited to the Expeditionary Forces Royal Dragoons when it was first deployed, until orders were made to extend its services, and was later made famous by the Expeditionary Force's Blood Hunters.

Weapon Systems

Black Sphere Drive (Type Alpha)
Location: Mounted into mecha frame

Description
While not a weapon system, the Black Sphere Drive is a vital piece of equipment that was developed for use in the second and third generation Lohengrins. While the main purpose of the Black Sphere Drive was to provide thrust for larger air born craft, the smaller Alpha Type Drive module was adapted to allow small vehicles and lohengrins an energy efficient flight system.
The Black Sphere Drive is made up of two vitally important components a central core, and an outer shell like layer. The central core is externally controlled to make subtle and minute movements that are then channeled through the outer core these movements are converted to kinetic energy, which is then magnified several thousand times and causes the outer shell to move. Any craft (lohengrins, vehicle or battle ship) which uses a Black Sphere Drive has its frame lined with the same material as the Drives outer shell, and then directly connected to the Drive system itself thus the kinetic energy that channels through the outer shell transfers into the frame of the craft itself. When applied as a means of flight, the Black Sphere Drive generates enough kinetic force that it is able to counter-act the forces of Earths gravity, generating lift.

100mm Gauss Rifle

Location: Hand Carried, Magnetic Coils powered by power coupling in lohengrin's hand
Rate of Fire: 3 Round Burst Fire or 1 Round Fire Setting
Ammunition: 25 rounds per clip, Additional clips mounted on rear armor rack
Description
The 100mm Gauss Rifle fires 100mm Full Metal Jacket Boat Tail Armor Piercing rounds made from a copper coat and depleted uranium core. The rifle uses a magnetic coil system to fire the 100mm rounds at extremely high velocities, increasing the maximum distance of the rifle as well as increasing its armor piercing capacity. Depleted uranium cores spall (flake) as they penetrate an object, creating a hot, fine dust which is capable of killing personnel and igniting fuel and ammunition. The 100mm gauss rifle can fire in a standard three round burst, or in single round setting making an excellent sniper rifle.

Titanium Blade

Location: Hand Carried in use, Rear Hip Mounted
Description
Coming in at a length of approximately 5 meters, the Titanium blade is a thick and wide piece of reinforced machined titanium alloy. The extra armor plating allows for added protection against shock and wear against the blade, while its wide and easily gripped form allows for it to be drawn in a variety of positions and situations to suit the pilots individual style and needs. The made blade frame is made to be slightly softer than the blade edge (which is why the frame is encompassed by an outer armor layer) to absorb the shock from any melee strike, while the blade is made of an alloy composition designed to make it harder and heartier, having been applied to several heat treatments. The actual blade composition of the entire weapon has been machined similar to the Japanese katana, allowing an unparalleled cutting and edge-holding capacity that allows the Titanium Blade to do considerable damage to light to medium armored targets.

see also:
Xanavi Project: [link]
M-18G Juggernaut: [link]
M-22A Cerberus: [link]
M-14 Marduc: [link]
M-xx Arganac: [link]

Waiting the Betraying Sun

Wed, 16 Nov 2011 00:48:58 PST

"waiting, wondering
gazing, suffering

the sun goes down
i feel the light betray me"

"I would wait for another sun
~~if only i could make sure it would shine again~~
I would wait for another betraying sun
~~if only i could make sure it would come back again~~
I would wait for another setting sun
if only i could make sure it would rise again
I would wait for a thousand suns
if only i could make sure one of them is worth the pain
though its dark i can see
though its hard i can be
that beam only for me
of katakoi no tsuki"

"I would wait for that one sun
I would wait for the promising sun"

~~i'm using some references which i couldn't quite remember what the links are right now~~ the references are written below, combined them and interpreted them.
sure the hard part is to depict the sunset in the right way, but its just sooo hard! to add the right lighting is consider as a challenge too. but oh well, i'm quite satisfied by the final result. i think the message i try to convey is well described
watercolor on watercolor paper.

sunset : [link]
park : [link]
bench : [link]

*no, some part of that poem is not originally made by me..sure some of you know where'd that come from*

Dragon God Swords

Fri, 24 Jul 2009 11:30:47 PDT

So I woke up and finally thought of the story for the Dragon God Swords.

I call it Dragon Master and here is the quick synopsis:

Void, The ultimate evil darkness ever to take hold of the world. Only the Dragon master and the Dragon Princess have the power to defeat this evil. After centuries of fighting the two were able to only seal away the void, by using the spirits within the dragon God swords.
Thousands of years later the seal has been broken. A young girl stumbles onto a cave that holds one of these swords. She accidently awakens the spirit of the sword Ryu.. By awakening the master sword, she accidently broke the seal on the Void. Now she must search for the one who is worthy of wielding all seven of the Dragon God Swords.

Im still working on the main details of course.

The Dragon god Swords:

Kilgorin:

Kilgorin is in general the sword of Darkness. In my Story he is the dragon god od pure Darkness. Uncorrupted . Pure Darkness is not necessarily evil nor good. but in this case Kilgorin is evil. Kilgorin is Weilded by Ryu and was created by the Goddess Althena. Arias foremother.
When conversing with kilgorin, Kilgorin tends to be serious with strategic thoughts and unemotional thought. Although he is evil he was created to do good.
His true abilities are unknown but he can teleport the wielder to any destination.

Luciendar:
Luciendar is in general the sword oflight. In my Story she is the dragon god od pure light. Uncorrupted . Pure light is not necessarily evil nor good. but in this case luciendar is good. Luciendar is Weilded by Ryu and was created by the Goddess Althena. Arias foremother to counter balance Kilgorin.

Luciendar is the holy sword and is a quiet helpful soul. Her abilities are unknown but she has the power of healing. When conversing with her she is withdrawn quiet and resourceful she focuses on the emotion of what is being said rather then what is actually being said.
gorin is the master Sword as we created by me.
I am still developing the personalities of the other swords

Disclaimer:
Kilgorin and Luciendar Are not mine. they belong to KitRae
Gorin was created by me.
Kaze, Tsuka, Tsuna and Forin I think were created by :devWn-M:

Dojo

Sat, 16 Apr 2011 01:19:54 PDT

Shipwreck in a sea of faces
There's a dreamy world up there
Dear friends in higher places
Carry me away from here

Travel light, let the sun eclipse you
'Cause your flight is about to leave
And there's more to this brave adventure
Than you'd ever believe

Birdseye view, awake the stars 'cause they're all around you
Wide eyes will always brighten the blue
Chase your dreams, and remember me, sweet bravery
'Cause after all those wings will take you up so high

So bid the forest floor goodbye
As you race the wind and take to the sky
You take to the sky

On the heels of war and wonder
There's a stormy world up there
You can't whisper above the thunder
But you can fly anywhere

Purple burst of paper birds this
Picture paints a thousand words
So take a breath of myth and mystery
And don't look back

Birdseye view, awake the stars 'cause they're all around you
Wide eyes will always brighten the blue
Chase your dreams, and remember me, sweet bravery
'Cause after all those wings will take you up so high

So bid the forest floor goodbye
As you race the wind and take to the sky
(Take to the sky)

There's a realm above the trees
Where the lost are finally found
Touch your feathers to the breeze
And leave the ground

Birdseye view, awake the stars 'cause they're all around you
Wide eyes will always brighten the blue
Chase your dreams, and remember me, sweet bravery
'Cause after all those wings will take you up so high

So bid the forest floor goodbye
As you race the wind and take to the sky
You take to the sky
(You take to the sky)

You take to the sky
~Owl City

Dojo was never spectacular... in fact... he was quite the opposite, a failure to thrive and a disgrace to his family.
Couldn't fly, couldn't fight... he fell behind...
So on a cold night, he was abandoned.. for only the strong should prosper.. that was the law, and as such, was beyond contestation.
Dojo found himself all alone.. cold, wet, hungry.... and miserable... but some how.. by fate or luck, he found his way. seems all he needed was time. time they would not give him.
___________________________________________

this is my first attempt at a pose able doll! I had alot of fun with him!!! AND HES SOFLUFFFFEH

I owe it all to her dolls inspired me to break free from the confines of simple clay.. to soar to new possibilities on black feathers from Ebay :wink: If you don't already know her, Please go check her out! she is phenomenal

LET SLEEPING GODS LIE....

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 04:45:07 PST

8276 AC (After Cataclysm)

" Two minutes to touch down Lieutenant."

" Thank you Biggs." Lieutenant Husker replied. " Make it smooth this time, OK, no damaged landing gear."

" Hey..that wasn't my fault !" Biggs protested. " How was I supposed to know that plateau was actually a giant camouflaged slug ?"

" It's your job to know Marine." Husker grinned and smacked the pilot on the back of the head playfully but hard. " I'm going to check the others are ready. No fake turbulence payback either when I turn my back."

" I'm a professional Lieutenant I'd never dream of it." Biggs smirked. " Oh before you go do we know what the hell we are doing all the way out in this uncharted galaxy landing on this turd of a planet ?"

" Same reason as always Biggs..cause we were told to ." Husker turned and as he left the bridge of the DMC Sabre Class Deep Space Dreadnaught he said over his shoulder."Don't worry old friend I intend to ask the good lady exactly why she's dragged us out here. I don't intend to go in blind."

" Amen to that buddy." Biggs replied as he returned to full sync with the dreadnaught's AI. Though not immediately until he heard Husker unleash a string of obscenities as the ship rocked suddenly from strong turbulence and there was a faint thud in the corridoor as if someone had fallen. With his mind the only thing not fabricated in a Techno-Shaman body shop, Biggs appreciated the smallest of pleasures where he could get them..no matter how childish.

" Fucking android.." Husker cursed getting up.

" Need a hand Lieutenant ?"

Husker stood up quickly, wincing a little from the pain in his left knee he bashed when he fell, and hid his embarrassment as best he could from the petite beautiful young lady looking up at him and trying not to laugh.

" No, Dr Voss, I'm good." He said putting on his best officer face.

" Glad to hear it. " She smiled. " Oh and please call me Ionna, Dr Voss makes me sound so old, like my father or something."

" Very well then..Ionna it is, though not in front of the troops as it's unprofessional and these misfits have unsavoury imaginations." Husker smiled slightly.

" Yes I know..I've met them." She shuddered. " Anyway..not to sound like a kid on a road trip but..are we there yet ?"

" Yes.." Husker laughed. " We'll be making our descent to the planet surface momentarily."

" Good." She smiled then turned to walk back towards the "Lounge" as the Marines called it. " Best get strapped in then."

" Before you do I need some answers from you." Husker said politely but in a tone suggesting he wasn't asking.

" OK.." Ionna said losing the playfulness from her voice. " Ask away."

" Our mission debrief was, to say the least, vague." Husker motioned for them to walk. " Basically all we know is that this is a search and rescue mission..that we are looking for a research team sent here a month ago under the lead of a Dr Hawkins and the protection of a small DMC Recon Squad. "

" That's right. " Ionna said.

" What it didn't say and what I really need to know is why they were here, what they were investigating..and basically anything else that I can use to prepare my team so we aren't just walking into this blind."

" Well..I can tell you what little I know, but to be honest.., I really don't know if it will help you be more prepared than you already are." Ionna looked at Husker and saw it didn't matter.

He sat down in the Officer's section of the "Lounge" which was partitioned off from the troops and had computers and monitors positioned around the three reclining pressure chairs. He motioned for her to take the one next to him.

" Ok.." Ionna smiled. " Here's what I know..." She stopped as the ship suddenly entered the planets atmosphere taking her by surprise. " Sorry..didn't think we'd feel it in a flash military ship like this."

" They skimped on the Silent Running that the commercial ships use I'm afraid." Husker smiled. " Something about not wanting us to be too comfy and have us lose our edge."

" Cheapskates ." Ionna smiled. " OK..Apparently about two months ago a small commercial scout ship working for Mining and Energy companies stumbled upon this planet by accident. They were doing the usual investigate a new dimensional corridoor, which they find out about through tip offs from friends in the DMC or other private sources, looking for planets or other celestial formations rich with natural resources to plunder as it is illegal to do so on Earth by law of the Global Government."

" I hear those guys get paid very nice commissions." Husker said.

" For finding rich planets for the plundering for the highest bidder..yes they do..but it's also very dangerous as they go into uncharted areas like this never knowing if they'll return." Ionna said, her tone expressing how stupid she thought they were. " Anyways, they were apparently scouting the new corridoor the DMC had just discovered a day before, when their small craft..a "Hopper" I think you call them.. was bombarded and thrown off course into this smaller side corridoor by sonic shock waves..the screams of a gigantic creature in the throws of giving birth . Apparently they captured footage of it too..which caused a buzz back at DMC Science and Research Division..who payed them of course for the footage."

" When they found themselves in this galaxy, Matthias and Marta Kemp, thought all their dreams had come true. Three planets ripe for all sorts of mining and exploitation, this one the richest, that promised them a commission that would see them set for life. They were celebrating when suddenly a alarm went off alerting them to an anomaly on the planet. A dimensional energy signature emanating from seemingly below the surface of a southern continent. They ran more intrusive scans but couldn't discern exactly what would be causing it and with their ship not designed for planet fall they could not land and explore themselves.So they logged it and presented it to the company that won the rights to their discovery. "

" Who was that ?" Husker asked. " Not Homeworld I hope?"

" No the Kemps are Church folk. No way would they sell to the Techno-Shamans. They are an abomination to God in their eyes with their pagan magic and scientific beliefs..and rumored genetic augmentation and manipulation..the illegal kind, not the commercial and military products they publicly present."

" Rumors.." Husker shrugged. " ..not so much without some credence with the discovery of what they call "Rogues ". Can't say I'm a great fan of the Church and their trying to influence the Government, the amount of power they have, but when it comes to the Techno-Shamans I don't think they are wrong in their concerns."

" There's good and bad in all societies Lieutenant, which is down to personal perception, and unless proven otherwise Homeworld and their people deserve the same rights as we do and not the dogged witch hunt they suffered at the Church's hands for decades. Faith is no excuse for ignorance, arrogance and persecution. The Techno-Shamans have through their magicks and science helped mankind , saved us so many times throughout recent history, that they deserve better than they have been treated by some."

" Anyways..getting back to the case in hand..the Kemps dealt with a company called Haven who sent their crews out to the galaxy to begin work and a team of their own investigators to this planet to see if they could find the cause of the anomaly.They traced the energy signature to the base of a mountain range which segregated a desert from a dense jungle..which is totally fascinating in itself as the climate is stable for the entire continent. Why the desert when the climate is supportive of the tropical jungle is a mystery. Anyways, Haven's investigators carefully began digging on the desert side and within a day unearthed what appeared to be a wide stone path, as wide as a road, which descended gradually down to a stone wall which had two metallic doors about thirty feet high and in the center an inscription which none could read."

" They tried many a physical attempt to open the doors but only ended up either damaging their equipment or nearly blowing themselves up. They ran the inscription through all historical, cultural, mythological, and The Art databases on Earth but came up empty on a match."

" Why didn't they try the Coven archives ? " Husker asked. " Surely a company like Haven have commercial dealings with the Techno-Shamans and therefore no moral hang ups in asking them for information ?"

" No they don't, and like all commercial ventures and most people, they do have contracts and products of Techno-Shaman origin..it's impossible not to." Ionna answered. " They didn't, however, because of one simple reason."

" What's that ?" Husker asked.

" If they asked Haven would have to tell them why which would mean the Techno-Shamans would probably want to join in the investigation..for historical, scientific and educational reasons of course. As you know when that happens they usually try and take over the whole operation and eventually try and coerce the other party into selling their claim of ownership to them if it proves to be in their interests. Haven did not want to risk that.So..to cut a long story short they contacted the World Governments leading expert on all things to do with ancient language, culture, religion and mythology, The Art etc..and offered her what ever she needed and wanted to come here and see if she could not gain entry where all other methods had failed. She of course jumped at the chance to discover and explore what possibly could be a whole new race and culture..to experience it first hand instead of just reading about it and studying thousands of year old relics and samples. Her name is Dr Elizabeth Hawkins, and she is damn good at what she does."

" So she prepped this mission, got what she needed, and she came here with your fellow DMC Recon buddies and a team of Haven scientists and engineers. Once here she got to work and after going over everything with a fine tooth comb, scouring all data, she came to the conclusion that the answer lay not in the physical, not in a puzzle solving scenario, but in simple hearts desire."

" Say what ??" Husker nearly laughed.

" Desire, heart and soul, the mind...the spiritual." Ionna smiled at his reaction. " Yes, I know...the Haven people and Recon boys had the same reaction too. She didn't care, having always been a little eccentric, and strode down the path towards the doors and seal. The Marines of course followed her as they were ordered to keep her safe and though they thought her a bit loony knew stranger things had indeed happened and she could very well prove to be right. A visual recording drone operated by Haven also followed them down. It recorded the last known events of their mission."

" She stood before the seal for a few minutes seemingly in meditation then reached out and placed her left palm flat against it. It disintegrated immediately and the doors slid into the sides of the entry slowly. She turned to the Lieutenant ..Edwards I believe his name was..and smiled and said it was a test. A test of spirit. The inscription itself meaningless. She then turned and walked without hesitation into the tunnel revealed. Edwards and his team rushed in after her and took up positions around her. She told them to holster or shoulder their weapons as they would not need them but of course they could not do that."

" After a while walking through the tunnel, which was decorated with pictographs and symbols illuminated by the Marines weapon mounted torches, they came to a dimensional wall shimmering and glistening like water. Hawkins charged ahead to the horror of her escorts and before any of them could stop her passed through the dimensional wall. The Lieutenant invented new swear words and rushed after her , then the rest of the team, and finally the drone. It was when the drone emerged the other side that the final piece of evidence we know was recorded and transmitted back to the Haven team on the surface. The image , spinning, believed to be taken as the drone was knocked to the ground after which it ceased functioning or was destroyed was of a vast land. A jungle or forest surrounding possible a gigantic city..though the picture was so blurred and degraded possibly by the falling motion and dimensional radiation and signal interference no one viewing could be sure. Sound was garbled too, except for a partial bite, believed to be Dr Hawkins. "..so beautiful..". Then there was unbelievable sounds..possibly voices, screams..it was horrible.Then the transmission cut out ."

" Finally about five minutes from the time the transmission from the drone cut out communications from the Haven team was lost as well as the DMC ship as well. Though both the DMC and Haven specialists tried numerous times to re establish communications but to no joy. DMC sent drones through but all they saw was desert and the opening to the anomaly and every time they tried to send a drone through to the other dimension it was lost immediately. The doors however remain mysteriously open. So, there you have it, that's why we're here and all I know."

"OK.." Husker said seemingly lost in thought. " One more thing. How did you become involved..and..why only you and not a team ? "

" A team was too risky.There isn't an endless supply of scientists and to be quite honest there weren't many who were keen to come here after the reported events." Ionna shrugged and smiled sadly. " Though I do have a plethora of drones to carry out the work they would've done. As for me..well I asked my father to get me on this mission."

" Dr Reginald Voss is your father ? " She nodded in answer to Husker. " Well that explains why Science and Research would send a twenty-five year old Archaeologist specialist, prodigy ranking aside, instead of an experienced field researcher. That doesn't explain however why you wanted it so bad to get your father to pull strings to get you here."

" Dr Elizabeth Hawkins is my mother Lieutenant Husker.." Ionna looked him straight in the eyes with determination and a certain strength which impressed him. " I'm here to find out what really happened, what is through that dimensional wall, and to find my mother and bring her home !"

" Sounds like a plan." Husker smiled. " Let me see to the others and we'll get to work."

" Two minutes Lieutenant." Biggs announced through the intercom. Best get the dogs to the kennel as I'll have to take this baby back into orbit. I'll transfer to my mobile suit once she's in full auto."

" OK Biggs. " He motioned to Ionna to follow him and then led her through to the troop lounge. " OK kids..into the family wagon quick smart , grab your favourite toys, cause it's play time."

" Yes Sir !!!" came the rather loud simultaneous reply from twenty-five men and women that made up his squad. They were a motley bunch, not exactly shining records in their careers in their interaction with their superiors, nor exactly all emotionally stable, but one thing for sure they were all fucking lethal soldiers who Husker was proud to call his own.

" Ionna.." He motioned for her to follow them. " Let's get this show on the road shall we ?"

Seven minutes later they were all filing out of the personnel carrier at the anomaly site. Husker's people busied themselves setting up a perimeter, placing automated sentries, activating both Dr Voss' and their own drones. When all was ready they gathered at the entrance to the anomaly.

" That's everything Lieutenant." Biggs now in his mobile armour reported." Drones are gathering information as we speak, area is well protected, and no signs of any hostiles.Area secure."

" Excellent." Husker turned to Ionna." Are you ready ?"

" I suppose so." she replied.

" OK Biggs take point... Hammersmith, Davis, Dixon, Snow, Kyoshi next. I'll follow with the Doctor, Fiori, Atkins, Owens, Ennis.. then the rest of you form a second squad and follow exactly one minute behind us. Severn and Klieg remain just inside the entrance and stand guard. I don't want our escape route compromised so call us if anything happens.

" OK..Biggs ..if you'd be so kind. " Lieutenant Husker made a sweeping motion towards the dark entrance.

" This is typical..just cause I'm 99% artificial I get sent in first. It's discrimination I tell ya." Biggs grumbled.

" You love it ya old fart." Husker said quietly.

Two drones flew in after Biggs, one armed one strictly research, Hammersmith and his team followed next. Soon they were all spread out walking through the tunnel ducking occasionally the busy research drone that was trying to record the pictographs and symbols along the tunnel walls. Voss was monitoring the information from the drone on a palm PC whilst also taking in observations of her own. They soon were all in the chamber where the dimensional wall still glistened and shimmered. Ionna went to move forward but Hammersmith, a giant swedish god of a man twice as imposing in his full armour, and Biggs blocked her way.

" Not a chance Dr Voss.." Biggs spoke quietly with respect." We aren't about to let you follow in your mother's footsteps. We do this the right way, OK ?"

" Yeah..sure whatever." Ionna replied coldly.

" Biggs..you and Hammersmith take flanks, ..Dixon ,Davis, Kyoshi point, Snow cover them. Dr Voss you're with me.Rest of you you know what to do." Husker scanned his team nodding when needed. " OK..let's do this."

Dixon, Davis and Kyoshi stepped through the dimensional wall first then Hammersmith, Biggs and the armed drone followed straight after.

" Oh shit..!!!" Biggs started then an explosion was heard.

" Get down!" Hammersmith shouted over his com.

" What the fuck hit them ?" Dixon asked

" Don't know..but the drone is fucking trashed." Kyoshi said quickly moving to what remained of Biggs. She keyed a a scanner device and passed it over the gutted mobile suit . " Lieutenant..can you hear us ?"

" Yes Kyoshi I can. Who or what attacked you? "

" Don't know sir..happened too fast. Drones exploded a second after it came through and Biggs was taken down straight after. I can't pick any brain waves up on the scanner so..um..I need you to contact the ship to.. um..see if Biggs was able to transfer out in time. His suit is pretty fucked up and it happened so fast.."

" It's OK Kyoshi I'm on it. " Husker signalled to Fiori their communications tech who nodded and ran back through the tunnel to the path for a clearer signal. " Fiori is raising the ship now. In the meantime.."

" Oh fuck me !!" Davis shouted and started firing , joined shortly by Hammersmith and Kyoshi.

" What's goin on?" Husker yelled. " Kyoshi talk to me damn it !"

" What the fuck do you think is happening Lieutenant.." Hammersmith's thunderous voice answered. " We're under attack and it'd be nice if you could be so kind as to fucking lend a hand!!"

" I need to know what we are up against soldier!!" Husker yelled back.

" Well give it two minutes and you'll probably find out first hand ..but if you fucking insist.. I think it's Techno-Shamans ! " Hammersmith yelled back. " Though it gets worse..it seems they're being chased by something else."

" What ?" Husker thought for a second. " OK everyone into formation, you know what to do, and be careful. Go !. Stick close Doctor." She just nodded.

When they stepped through they were on a temple terrace area, marble construction, with stairs running down to the ground twenty feet below. Hammersmith was targeting and tearing apart a nightmare hybrid of flesh bone and machine about nine feet tall and humanoid in shape. It's long limbs lashing out at attackers from the rear, lightning fast creatures striking too fast for the naked eye to track, yet the hybrid scored some hits against them of it's own. When stopped, however briefly, the attacking creatures looked like large, long, black dogs with fiery red eyes and lethal long claws and fangs. The hybrid was not alone, there were six others like it, some firing weapons both at the attacking creatures and at the marines. Husker knew they were only being targeted because they stood between the hybrids and their only means of escape.

" What's the plan boss ?" Ennis asked. An amazon with white dreadlocks and a gung- ho attitude. " Kill em all and let god sort em out ? Please say yes."

" I'm thinking more towards..." Husker started but was interrupted by Voss.

" If you have to choose a side Lieutenant choose the animals."

" Why..?" Husker ." They're wild animals ..they'll probably try to tear us apart."

" And eat us.." Ennis interjected smacking her lips for effect.

" Because they belong here..those vile "things" don't. The animals are just protecting their territory..who knows what those nightmares are doing here." She stared hard at the hybrid trying to crawl it's way up the stairs. " Oh and by the way..that is not Techno-Shaman..."

" She's right.." Fiori said returning from the other side. " First of all though Biggs is OK!!! Dirty stop out transfered back to the ship via first the research drone then the family wagon. He'll be staying put though as he feels it was not any of these that destroyed his suit and our drone..it was something else, and that whatever is here does not want what exists here to be seen by outside eyes.Doesn't bode well for us now does it?"

" Now onto these hybrid things..Biggs said they are not Techno-Shaman..not Rogues or otherwise. They are actually Lepers. Walking, living breathing..rotting and decaying..carrion on legs. Insane fucked up creatures who'll do anything to live another day and if possible replace the shit parts of their bodies with new organic parts and or cybernetic.They're scavengers and predators of the worst kind because whether out of negligence or sheer cruelty and malice they deliberately leave one victim behind who've they've bitten and or infected with their blood, saliva and sometimes even semen, to spread their disease to the major population."

" Thank you Fiori ." Husker keyed his comm. " Listen up people. Target and destroy only the hybrids..do not shoot the dogs. Above all do not let the hybrids bite, bleed on, or spit on you..they are infectious. Exterminate with extreme prejudice."

With a definite target the Marines let loose with all they had, though it wasn't easy, as even though their bullets and grenades shredded, dismembered, and knocked the hybrids flying this way and that, their parts still kept coming. Flame units eventually came into use, Ennis and Hammersmith wielding them like kids in a candy store, and finally finished them off. The black dogs had fallen back, some circling at a safe distance , the rest sitting on their haunches staring eerily unflinchingly still.

" Good job people." Husker said happy not to have lost anyone. He turned to Ionna. " What do we do about this ?"

" The dogs..??" She looked at them, then after a few seconds, started to walk down the stairs.

" Doctor.." Husker moved after her ." Ionna..what are you doing ?"

" I know what I'm doing..just stay back. All of you." She slowly walked down the stairs and approached the giant black dog who was stock still standing over one of it's fallen pack staring straight at her, it's eyes never once leaving hers.

" It's alright.." She said softly and definitely more confident than she felt. " We mean you no harm."

It eyed her suspiciously, turning it's head from one side to the other, then it's face softened slightly. It made a soft growling sound then with it's snout rolled it's fallen comrade to her feet. It had been slashed and bitten around the face and stomach. The pack leader stared at her as if asking her to do what it could not. It wanted her to kill it without spreading the infection..something it could not do which saddened the creature greatly, it's emotion there for her to see plain as day in it's eyes. She reached out , hearing gasps from the marines behind her, and touched the side of the leaders face tenderly and it pushed gently against it. It looked at her on more time then slowly turned and walked towards it's own, barked a few times, then ran into the forest tree line. The others followed quickly. Ionna stood alone in the courtyard of the temple.

" Ennis..give me the flame unit will you." She said quietly.

" I'll do it Doc.." Ennis started.

" No..I promised him..it has to be me." She reached for the flame thrower. Ennis eyed her weirdly but gave it to her.

" Just ease the trigger back..don't need much to burn a dog and we don't want to start any forest fires." Ennis smiled and took some steps back.

Ionna turned the weapon , aimed and gently squeezed the trigger, and within seconds the dog was incinerated.Silently she handed the weapon back to Ennis.

" You did good Doc." Ennis smiled.

" Thanks.." Ionna said softly. Then suddenly something caught her eye at the tree line straight ahead. She wasn't sure at first..but then it stepped out of the shadows. A figure, dressed in black robes..skeletal thin, humanoid, feminine most definitely in frame..yet features hard to make out in the distance..possibly even intentionally blurred. It's face shadowed by what appeared to be a wide brim of a hat or even helmet, with material like sashes draped long and flowing around the brim obscuring the face even more from view ..yet glimpses suggested a bare skull.The body of the hat or helmet seemed metallic, covered with symbols and runes. There was something about it..it felt more than what it was..it felt ancient..powerful..yet she felt no personal intent from it whatsoever. It was unnerving yet non threatening t the same time.

It bowed slightly then gestured for them all to enter the forest.

" Wait..come closer.." Ionna called out to it.

It stared back silently at her for a moment then just disappeared.

" What the fuck was that all about ?" Ennis asked.

" I think she wants us to go that way." Ionna said.

" What..we should just go waltzing into the woods on the suggestion of some skinny creepy bitch..?? You lost your marbles Doc ?"

" It's the way I was going to suggest anyways. " Husker said. All the marines now on the courtyard proper.

" Why that way in particular LT ??" Ennis asked.

" Look ahead, up, and to the distance." Hammersmith gruffed.

"Oh shit..with all the fun I was having shooting things I completely did not see that..damn fucking impressive!!!"

A giant black structure rose in the distance above the forest canopy, more a city made of many cities, wide yet as it seemingly climbed above the clouds each level became slightly smaller. Though black as night, lights shone from within windows and massive pyres, different colours which played off the black surfaces, and through what appeared to be stained glass windows. The many levels appeared to be a cross between gothic castles and cathedrals, giant statues and other art works adorning facades, iron works, spikes chains, bridges, battlements , pyramids and temples.Near the top of the forest canopy there seemed to be what could be the tops of a surrounding wall, towering in it's own right, that stood away from the city like a defensive or fortress wall. A face, or at least eyes and the top half of a face surrounded by leaves, could be seen poking, peering above the top of the canopy. It looked familiar to them all.

To Ionna, as an archaeologist and also on her own time an avid devourer of research and media involving religion and mythology, the face , the symbols..the statues, all meant something to her. She recognized them..yet..what they were doing here puzzled her immensely. There were two gigantic statues in particular..one higher up the seemingly infinite city reaching and looking up to the heavens, a female..yet not instantly recognizable. The other, lower levels, a horned beast which she recognized instantly..as well as the face on the fortress wall..both ancient, both pagan..why were they here. This both concerned and excited her. Would this be enlightenment or destruction?

Not only could they see the magnificent city, both frightening in it's glory and beautiful in it's darkness, but creatures flying high in the sky..majestic, swift, ferocious and beautiful, creatures both familiar and impossible, things of fantasy and faery tales, nightmares and monster movies. Dragons, griffins, serpents and giant eagles, hideous abominations and angelic beauty...mythological and from the darkest realms of the imagination..impossible yet real. Smaller beings and large alike moved throughout up and down the city itself, all wonderous, monstrous, incredible. Machines passed over bridges, flew through the air, and climbed up and down the levels. Some possibly with beings like themselves within..some seemingly alive themselves. She could see all these things where she was sure the others could not, yet she knew at this distance , she herself with naked eyes should not be able to either. Something here was at work..magical or evil, sinister or angelic..she was not sure and that frightened her a little. Ennis' brash voice snapped her out of her reverie.

" Yeah..I know if Dr Hawkins were still alive that would be the most obvious place she'd be LT..but c'mon..look at it.It'd be like looking for a needle in about ten thousand fucking hay stacks..seriously!! Just look at the fucking size of it..big ass evil looking place too if you ask me..and..and!!!..the fact that creepy skinny bitch wants us to go there don't exactly fill me with joy if you know what I'm saying."

" OK..OK.. Ennis..objections and points noted. " Husker laughed. " Regardless though..and if I'm wrong you can tell me you told me so..that's where we are going ."

" Damn straight I'll tell ya..that's if of course we're both still alive for me to do so." Ennis lit a cigarette and walked over to the others.

" What do you think Ionna ?" Husker asked. " To me it's the obvious choice..and yes I know they aren't always the right ones..but in this case I think it is."

" I think we should definitely go there..you're right. Even though we've just got here I don't see any other possible places to look..and knowing my mother like I do that is most definitely the place she'd go..she wouldn't be able to resist it." Ionna looked to the tree line where the mysterious female beckoned them and then back at Husker. " However, I also can't dismiss or disagree with Ennis' reservations either. I think we should be damn careful..the woman..that place..here in all it's wonder..there's something about it that both wants me to embrace it and explore all it's secrets and at the same time makes me want to run like Hell back to Biggs and get him to get me the fuck away from here as fast as he can. As ridiculous as it sounds..this place feel somewhat biblical to me..and that scares me a little."

" Don't worry lass, with ole Hammersmith by yer side, not even God can hurt ya !!" The giant marine laughed. " So we ready to kick ass and take names, rescue the fair maiden, and ride of victorious into known space Lieutenant..or are we gonna wait till it's pitch black and get are asses wupped by every nasty in the woods which will happen cause in case you haven't noticed the sun is either setting or that big ass building is gonna block it out very very soon."

" Your right." Husker kicked himself for not noticing. " OK, gear up and let's get moving."

" Right you are then Boss." Hammersmith said. He then leaned in close to Husker and whispered. " Don't kick yerself too much lad..after all she is a wee pretty thing and I'd find it hard to focus too if she was in my care."

" Get outta here.." Husker pushed him away.

" Don't worry LT I got ya covered. " Hammersmith laughed. " OK boys and girls adjust yourselves and balls up , we're going in !"

" Gods help us.." Husker sighed. " The things I put up with."

With Hammersmith and Davis taking dual point they entered the forest and almost immediately felt a shift in atmosphere. Though still light in the courtyard behind darkness was quickly falling within the forest and sounds of movement in the shadows and a sudden chill in the air dispelled all inclinations to joke around. About ten minutes in they all felt many eyes upon them, some curious, some indifferent, some predatory, some fearful. They glimpsed creatures moving in and out around them, some as mundane as rabbits and deer, some amazing as centaurs, dryads , giant insects, and even unicorns. Horrors as well as weird, screaming infants heads hanging from the toes of snake headed sloths, white translucent skinned bird like beings being impaled and crucified by humanoid Pigs and Mice, mocking impish creatures screaming obscenities, and eight headed ferret like creatures with millipede bodies with legs with giant nails stalking them, and wailing disturbed spirits whispering and showing them all vile and unimaginable things. The deeper into the forest they went they harder it was becoming to keep their focus and their ability to tell the difference between the wonders and horrors that existed with the forest. A sight before them, one hour in, just minutes from the base of the fortress wall dragged them back to some familiar mindset freeing them from the cacophony of insanity the forest was trying to suck them deep into. Though still a disturbing sight it contained a element of the mundane their minds could anchor too and their training could govern their thoughts and actions. The sight of Homeworld Militia uniforms, Techno-Shaman shock troops, hanging from the top of the wall by chains with giant meat hooks impaled through their backs and out through their chests, some beheaded some disemboweled, some with their own weapons impaled in orifices, the ground littered with body parts both organic and machine and awash with blood and oils. To some of the marines it was possibly just another mind game of the seemingly alive and twisted forest..but to the others it was a warning that snapped them fully back to reality.

" So the Techno-Shamans did come here after all." Fiori said to no one in particular. " As twisted as these bastards can be..no soldier deserves this sort of death."

" That's a matter of opinion.." Davis said under his breath.

" It's an old fashioned warning is what it is..has nothing to do with race or belief." Hammersmith said scanning the surrounding trees with his mini-guns torch.

" How long have they been here? " Atkins , field medic and smallest of the male marines, butt of numerous red head jokes. " This blood isn't even congealed..yet from the state of decay of some of these bodies..it could be weeks."

" A more important question .." Husker interrupted Atkins." .. is who did this to them, and why ?"

" Because they are an affront to nature..and an insult to our Creators " A quiet, gentle yet sad female voice said from their left.

All swung into battle ready positions and shone their lights in it's direction yet revealed nothing but trees. Then without a sound two hands rested gently on Husker's shoulders and their owner spoke softly in his ear. " Tell your warriors to lower their weapons as they will not need them." He hesitated and she spoke again slightly louder with a slight disappointment in her voice. " Now Husker."

" At ease people..safety your weapons now!" He ordered and to his relief they did though he could see their confusion.

" Good.." the voice said and her hands lifted from his shoulders. " I would have hated to have to disarm them myself." They could all hear her again but could still not see her.

" Who are you? " Husker asked hesitantly. " Where are you ? Why don't you show yourself to us ?"

" I will when the two of your warriors cease to entertain the intention of harm to me if I do." As she said this Ennis and a private named Callais were illuminated. Hammersmith saw the look Husker shot him and quickly relieved them of their weapons.

" Thank you..I truly wish not to have to harm any of you." Finally as she said this she appeared next to Ionna. Wearing a white hood bright blue eyes shone from a beautiful human woman's face, upper torso and arms also human, yet from mid stomach down she had a segmented moth like lower half..no legs human or other wise. From her back sprouted beautiful butterfly like wings, three pairs glorious in their colour , and a train of feathers made of the same genetic material as her wings just as rich in beauty and colour . Her skin deathly pale as if the sun's rays had never touched her skin." You may call me Shilo..and I am merely here to guide you..hopefully prepare you..for what may come upon you if you choose to continue the path you are on."

" Shilo, I'm.."

" Ionna..I know.." Shilo softly smiled. " You are expected..yet whether your path includes your companions..that remains to be seen and totally up to them. Now to answer the questions before I first spoke these abominations were destroyed not for any fault of their own but as a warning to their defilers. The one that controlled them escaped before I could deal with it using these unfortunate creatures as a shield to buy it the time to flee. A Techno-Shaman..a Rogue I see in your minds you would call it. Vile creature full of delusions and blasphemous ambition, orchestrator behind the atrocities committed against these creatures of metal and meat..here not through their own will, being what they are not through their own will..victims and mindless sacks of flesh and technology twisted by dark use of The Art and stripped of who they used to be and were meant to be."

" These horrors are merely the cages their torturer put them in..and I set what little was left of them free."

" What do you mean I was expected ?" Ionna asked.

" Just that it was foreseen." Shilo answered.

" By who ?" Ionna pushed.

" The Child.." Shilo started.

" What child ?" Ionna pressed again.

" The Last Child born of our Creators. He has the gift and he was certain more of your kind would come..and that one would share ties of blood." Shilo turned away and looked up at the soaring city. " We must go."

" Blood ties ?" Ionna reached out and grabbed Shilo's arm startling the creature. " My mother..you're referring to my mother aren't you ?"

" I never met the first of your kind..I only met these." She waved her hand at the Techno-Shamans. " I've said enough already, the answers you seek lay within the city itself..and others that in the end you may wish you never learned."

" One more question then.." Ionna started.

" No more questions..my task is merely to guide you not give you answers..answers you must earn." Shilo brushed aside Ionna's hand from her arm gently.

" Then let me see if I'm right about your Creators. The Horned God..the female statues..they are the likenesses of your Creators yes ?"

" Yes.." Shilo sighed a little with frustration at her persistence.

" I know the name of the Horned God..you can see it in my mind right ?" Ionna asked. Shilo nodded. " The lady..I'm not one hundred percent sure..the symbols, runes and writing on her head dress ..actually all over the city itself are what confuses me. They are unrelated and from different cultures and time periods on Earth..yet .."

" Ionna..like many things on your world..what you think are uniquely yours aren't, what you believe is truth isn't, and who and what you believe you know of The Creators is another example of how others have twisted truths and lies as a way to shape and control your species in the past..though due to your nature they've failed..yet their damage is still done.Just like you language.."English"..many words have different meanings, can be used different ways. Same with the symbols you speak of that you see here..not that they were ever your species symbols to begin with..just another element weaved into the control system implemented in your race's formative years."

" Again..I've said too much..it is not my place nor my task to tell you such things. If you wish the name of Her Holiness..just think it and if you are right then you will be on your way on your path to enlightenment far greater then you ever expect or dreamed."

" OK..I just say both names in my mind and my answer will lead me to more answers if I'm right? " Ionna reiterated.

" Doc..I'm gonna die of old age here..just think it so we can move on already ! " Ennis called out. The others laughed or grumbled in agreement.

" Her path is not necessarily yours.." Shilo spoke down to them. "..you'd do well to remember that before you speak or act."

Shilo turned then to Ionna and smiled. " You are indeed correct..though sadly only in name alone. Except for our Lords image and their names all you know of them is false..a fanciful yet fabricated tale at best, with some truths woven through to add a base of reality..and also to mock them. However..like I said..answers will be forth coming about many a thing along your path. Let us now go..no more questions or delays. Your companions for now may follow..though for how long is up to themselves."

She turned and they followed, slowly, and headed towards the giant face on the fortress wall.

" Ionna..hang up a second.." Husker ran to catch up with her. " What's going on ? "

" She's taking us into the city from where, apparently, I'll follow my path and eventually get the answers I seek , along the way..and I suppose The Creators themselves."

" And they are ?" Husker asked impatiently.

" Isis and Baphomet....."

TO BE CONTINUED......

Dedicated to for their friendship ,support and inspiration

Thanks for looking, reading and hope you enjoyed it

Drawn using Artline Drawing System 0.1 + 0.2, Staedtler triplus micro 0.5mm mech pencil, original size A4.

Lost In the Line of Duty

Thu, 24 Jun 2010 21:26:28 PDT

11.5" x 8.5," gouache and watercolor on 4-ply Strathmore illustration board.

This is my entry for ~StrictlyComeDrawing's second theme: Time Traveler. The assignment was to depict a character from a period in history, clothed and in a setting typical of that time period. I really wanted my entry to stand out, and more importantly, I wanted the period that I chose to depict to be instantly recognizable. Chances are that, if you're looking at this painting right now, you probably know the exact date of the scene portrayed in this picture. That's what I hope, anyway.

So many innocent people lost their lives that morning, but 343 of them were firefighters and rescue workers that headed into that maelstrom while hordes of New Yorkers were fleeing in the opposite direction. Looking back on my own memories of watching the horror unfold that morning, the televised images of those firefighters marching in procession toward what proved to be their end is something that's stayed with me ever since.

This is my tribute to them.

Like nearly all of my paintings, this scene's a composite of multiple photo references. While I found the concept of this painting to be a noble gesture, actually searching through dozens and dozens of terrifying photos from that day really bummed me out.

So, without further ado:

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Midground: [link]¤t=Midground.jpg

Foreground 1: [link]¤t=Foreground1.jpg

Foreground 2: [link]¤t=Foreground2.jpg

For the expression on the face of the firefighter in the foreground, I was forced to take my own reference photo. I wanted a sort of ambiguous expression that hovered somewhere between disbelief, anger, and sadness, which I feel summarized the majority of people's reactions upon first learning of this tragedy. That was my initial reaction anyway.

Now, the face in the photo that I took was completely bearded, and it wasn't until I was looking at the actual faces of the 343 rescue workers lost that day that I realized that beards apparently aren't allowed in the FDNY. This makes perfect sense, of course, when you realize that their gas masks would need to sit flush against their faces if they were to function properly, but it also forced me to alter the face of my reference photo. Hence the 70's style bushy mustache.

So that's pretty much it.
I hope to someday return to this theme when I have the luxury of time to really show this subject the level of love and care that it deserves, but until then, I hope that this piece serves as a fitting tribute to a tragic an unforgettable event.

And now, the judges' marks:

Colour 2/2
Composition 3/3
Originality 5/6
Technical Skill 5/6
Research 3/3

Total 18/20

An incredibly touching piece for a sad day in Americas history, youve managed to capture the pure shock and melancholy of the situation at hand with a wonderful use of symbolism. A brilliant use of color and a wonderful composition, I feel you could have furthered this piece by adding to the sky a red-like tone that would blend in with the smoke (as the sky around the smoke is a tad too blue. It could also further the symbolism by suggesting that the firefighters were walking into their doom.) I feel you could have also added a greater amount of debris, as the buildings around seem to not be affected at all. Overall, a heartbreaking but beautiful piece of work

Well, once again I'd say you've got the most striking piece. This is definately one of those moments in time where everyone can recall exactly where they were and what they were doing at that moment. The expression, movement and lighting in the piece is flawless. My only small complaint is that you've done everything so perfectly realistic and then you've gone somewhat stylistic with the smoke - it just doesn't seem to be quite as billowing and cloud-like - especially when compared to your reference. You better be carefull, you might just be running away with this contest

Colour 2/2
Composition 3/3
Originality 5/6
Technical Skill 5/6
Research/historical accuracy 3/3
Total: 18/20

1) Colour 2/2 points
Wonderful use of color and great coloring skills here.
2) Composition 3/3 points
The composition in this one works really well, one can almost feel as if being in the middle of what is going on. You did an awesome job on that.
3) Originality 5/6 points
I saw that quite a few artists were considering depicting for this round of the contest. This was indeed one of the greatest tragedies in modern history and an event many will think about when asked about something which changed their lives. It is therefore difficult to judge the originality of the piece. I do find it lovely that you depicted it from the point of view of a firefighter.
4) Technical skill 5/6 points
I love the way you handled the medium!
5) Research 2.5/3 points
It is obvious you did some research, though not quite as much as some other contestants, so a half a point less for you this time.
Total: 17.5/20 points

1) Color 2/2
2) Composition 2/3
3) Originality 5/6
4) Technical skill 6/6
5) Research/ historical accuracy 3/3

Total: 18/20
excellent use of the medium and the composition is very nice. Its kinda refreshing to get into a time period after 1950. I expected to see more 9/11 inspired images but it makes your stand out more that there was only the one.

1) Color 2/2
2) Composition 3/3
3) Originality 2/6
4) Technical skill 6/6
5) Research/ historical accuracy 2.5/3

Total: 15.5/20

I can not fault your technical skill, nor your obvious strengths in building a painting using proper references to depict both anatomy and architecture accurately. You are a very talented painter, who wields their medium well. However, I found in your choice of subject matter, while still in essence to be following the rules of the theme, somewhat lacking. The idea of this theme (and this contest) was to delve into something different, something unusual and to push yourself as an artist. While you did accurately depict your choice period of time very well, I feel that you sort of made the easy choice. While I understand you wanted to pick something that was obvious and recognizable, I cant imagine that you spent a great deal of time searching for accurate references or digging-up old books on fashion in the late 1680s, as all of your back rounds and what-not are readily available in thousands of places amid the web. You had an opportunity here to really expand your frame of reference and create something very original fueled by your own research- and while you did create a very gorgeous painting, it really isnt all that distinguishable from all the hundreds and hundreds of other works out there that honor 9/11. Work on this, on really creating new from you, and I believe you will go very far as an artist.

Deep Green Sea

Mon, 10 Mar 2008 01:32:30 PDT

never never never never never let me go she says
hole me like this for a hundred thousand million days
but suddenly she slows
and looks down at my breaking face
why do you cry? what did i say?
but it's just rain i smile
brushing my tears away...

Where The River Flows....

Sun, 07 Dec 2008 07:18:06 PST

Continued from The Chosen [link]

Lacey awoke once again from what felt the longest of sleeps to find herself in her beautiful sanctuary that she used to only be able to visit in her dreams. It was so real to her now, the sun..the flowers..the breeze..and the crystal clear waters of the river.

Persephone had returned in voice to speak with Lacey one more time to explain to her what would happen to her to prepare her for her audience and then how she would get there. Cold and clinical she explained how Lacey would be given a temporary new body cloned from the blood sample removed from under the nails of the Wraith that had freed her soul from her flesh in the rehab centre.It would be purified of her diseases and chemical damage procured during her Human existence..mostly self inflicted..and thus be a more stronger version than her original flesh was..and would enable her to enter their realm where her monolithic form could not.Being from a Human sample though Persephone said apologetically their was nothing they could do about Lacey's offensive Homosapien stench.She seemed truly upset and sorry about it.

Once she merged with her new form she would awaken in her "dream sanctuary",replicated down to the finest details, where Lacey would await her transport which would dock at the pier they added along the river and from their take her from her plain of existence and through the different dimensional and reality plain barriers and gateways needed to pass through to reach Mother's universe. Once there Lacey would be subject to all physical realities and be at least temporarily in full existence and Persephone would meet her and escort her safely to Gaia's palace and inner sanctum.On the journey there though, no matter what threat or obstacle she may perceive to be possible of terminating her existence, she must not fear for no harm would possibly be allowed to befall her..though closing her eyes might sometimes be adviseable. As long as she stayed within the vessel all she truly had to do was lay back, see experience and feel the wonders and secrets and horrors very few have ever seen, and just enjoy the ride. Lacey remembered she really didn't like Persephone's tone when she said that last bit.

She stood up and felt the strength of her new body and looking at her reflection in the water saw she looked how she used..but healthier..before she ..well died and ended up here.She wondered why this did not upset or piss her off as it should..then thought of Brandon and this and everything else did not seem to matter.Not like her previous life was a joy..it was a nightmare blur of drugs, violence, prostitution, illness and depression, and then taken from the streets comatose and pregnant to rapid detox and rehab and weeks of moral and medical guidance under the numbing fog of anti-depressants under the watchful controlling eyes of Nuns and Doctors..and all at the ripe old age of nineteen. After that, and being here with Brandon, what could this screwed up dream world afterlife do to her that was any worse...she'd had her share of bad trips before..ain't nothing this place could do to her that could top her previous life. Nope, with Brandon safe in their new monolith Chosen body, she really had at this moment nothing to fear and would just lay back and enjoy the ride as Persephone said, meet "Mother",and see what happens after that..while they have Brandon there is nothing else she can do.

She heard a gentle lapping sound and a knock against the pier to the left of her and looked up to see her "ride".A gondola, if she remembered her short lived school years right, a boat of some kind popular milennia ago on Earth before the catastrophe that changed the world in a place called Venice. Very romantic apparently, and if they truly looked like this then she could see why. Beautiful white gold in colour, ornate and adorned with finery, and covered in symbols and runes, it shimmered ethereally in the spring sunlight. She ran onto the pier and saw that it was lined in crimson cushions and fine silks. She stepped aboard and layed down in a reclined position and felt like she was floating it was so comfortable. As if sensing this the gondola set sail once more and gradually picked up speed as it followed her river and showed her sights that she had yet to see and explore of her sanctuary. It truly was a natural paradise and she began to lose herself in wonder at all the life and beauty she never knew existed.It was not until she noticed a sudden turmoil in the river's normally tranquil waters and the gondola's sudden burst of speed that she looked directly ahead that a whole other valley existed far below her rolling hills and fields..far, far below. It was then it dawned on her that her river was not just a river, as it's boundaries widened and it's waters sped, and became a waterfall not to far ahead. She didn't have time to panic as suddenly restraints pulled her tight into the cushions as the gondola perched for a second teetering half over the edge before nosediving straight down the sheer thousands of feet high vertical drop. She screamed as they plummeted so fast she could see the land and river rushing up to greet them so close she could feel the spray from where the waterfall crashed into and fed the new river. She closed her eyes as the gondola plowed thunderously through the rivers surface then impossibly deep under it's waters and still in one piece began to arc levelling briefly whilst grazing the river's bed and then curving upwards again towards it's surface.

Miraculously not drowning nor dead..again..she dared open her eyes and as they broke the surface she saw water from the river racing upwards ahead of them, arcing to match the gondola's own path and disappearing into the clouds.She heard Persephone's words of reassurance that she should not fear echo through her mind and laughed..the bitch was actually telling the truth. She, even though she felt the water as she rushed through it, wasn't even wet. She realised as they sailed up the river to the fast approaching clouds that she could experience what she saw it truly could not affect or hurt her in anyway. Like a scary amusement park ride only so much friggin better! She felt alive, truly alive, for the first time in such a long time. As they shot through and above the clouds and began to break through the world of her sanctuary's atmosphere into the coldness of space she gave in to the sheer experience of it and layed back comfortable and calm. A rift in space opened before them in a silent explosion of colour at which she thought "..so pretty.." just before everything went white and they disappeared into it.

She regained consciousness a split second later as a new existence flooded into being before them. Literally a new existence as she saw the birth of a new star seemingly in slow motion though she could feel they were moving faster than before, and felt the pain of a new universe being born and felt like a goddess before another gateway, and everything turned white once more. Seemingly without end and without an inkling of time she experienced such sights,so many beings,chaos and serenity,horrors and delights,and emotional heights and lows that shattered her heart equally a billion times over.She did not think just experienced, felt and absorbed, one with oblivion and in ecstacy with life, and the only certainty her mind would allow to form thought was that she did not want this "ride" to ever end.Yet, as the vessel began to slow, she knew it must.

They exploded into the final reality before Gaia's realm, she didn't know how she knew she just felt it, and unlike the horrors witnessed along their rollercoaster of a journey this last reality was a nightmare..pure chaos.She was assailed emotionally with madness,vile twisted thoughts,base and carnal instincts and emotions.She witness in her minds eye every single heinous and sick thought and craving, saw every unthinkable act, and felt every victims pain horror and anguish.She cried out,unable to take anymore, the most harrowed sound full of fear anguish and deepest pain.It resounded around her and she clutched her ears as it seemed the realm itself was throwing her own sound of pain back at her to torture her.As the final rift began to form and the Gondola sailed towards it..all went quiet.This, though a relief, somehow scared her more. She willed the Gondola to go faster again but as it was almost upon the last rifts threshold it slowed right down to almost a snails pace and each seconds passing seemed like an agonising extension. The silence seemed to chill her to the bone and filled her with such dread..as though it was the sole embodiment of all the vile sickness she endured and suffered upon entry in this realm.She felt like she was being stalked by the ultimate evil and that any second now it would strike.Even when the gondola was entering the rift her fear did not ease. Suddenly it seemed everything stopped, like when someone pauses a song,and her body tensed painfully and her heart raced as if it was about to explode..then the slightest caress of air touched her right ear..like a breathe. She wanted to scream so bad but couldn't.She gasped suddenly as her heart felt like a hand had just closed around it and her entire body felt awash with crippling pain and diseased.Then her heart was released and the diseased feeling and pain vanished, she could even move slightly yet everything else still seemed suspended.Though she tried not to let them come, as she did not want to show the entity or souls here how vunerable and terrified she truly felt, but her tears fell regardless and she could not yet raise her hands to wipe them away.She could not hold back the sheer horror, violation and uncleanliness she felt deep down in the depths of her soul.

"Please..God help me !!!" She cried.She screamed as two hands grabbed the sides of her head and pinned her deep in the cushion lined deck of the gondola and a voice so low as almost a hideous growl as if lying directly next to her spoke into her left ear.

" No God here, no Persephone here,no Gaia..and definitely no Brandon. No one can help you here, no one has power here, no one can save you here." It spoke as if rage and depravity were barely being held back."We are this reality, we own this reality, we are ancient, we are powerful and we are legion..and we know you."The voice shuddered as if in the grip of orgasm and Lacey dry wretched.

" Please.." Lacey whispered.

" Let you go? Let you live? " It mocked her." But of course..Mother of "The Chosen One"..we shall do both because it suits us, because we have all Eternity to skewer every miniscule sliver of pain, torment, and sanity from your very soul..oh so sweetly slowly. We shall play, love, caress and worship your tainted soul again for we shall meet again for it is your destiny lost and devine one. Your spawn may be Gaia's Chosen, but you are ours, and though Gaia may not know it our paths walk the same line ..for now.So go to Gaia, aid in your son's destiny for in doing so you will be fulfilling your own and ours as well. Fly now our saviour.." she flinched as fetid breathe warmed her face and what felt like a tongue slithered across her forehead "..we love you."

She felt them withdraw and the deafening chaos returned to horrific normality, then disappeared in a flash of blinding white light as the gondola made the final jump. They reappeared into Gaia's existence and fresh clean smelling air and golden sunshine were the first things that greeted her. Waves of sensations ran through her body as it truly became fully alive and reactive with this reality..for though cloned from human flesh it felt it was home. Lacey felt safer instantly, a little calmer and cleaner, but she was emotionally tattered and torn.What was for the most part the most wonderous experience of her life had suddenly at the last second became a nigtmare leaving her feeling violated,confused,scared,furious, exhausted and lost.She lay against the cushions as rain water from the clouds formed another river that stretched ahead far into the distance, lightning flashing outwards from under it's surface,and winged creatures and birds changed course to avoid the once again speeding vessel.In a trance like state she saw wonderous sights of nature far below as well as things of fantasy surely both below and up in the skies with her.She took it all in with her eyes and mind and would surely never forget it, but her heart was numb and the joy and wonder she felt before was locked out at least for now.

She closed her eyes as they were about to fly over what appeared to be a bottomless canyon,stretching endlessly in both directions,splitting the otherwise beautiful landscape below in half.Hence she did not see the creature until her eyes flew open again as it's scream shattered the ornate bow of the gondola and the aft section she was in plumetted downwards towards the canyons yawning maw. The burning yet gorgeous creature glanced at her with minimal interest and continued soaring upwards. It was a Phoenix if her memory served her correctly. Typical..she'd always hated birds. She blacked out.

She awoke, very slowly,aching from head to toe and dizzy. Her legs were wet and she could hear lapping, like water sliding in and out at a beach shore..not that she'd ever been to one. Gradually she opened her eyes and for a second thought she had gone blind,but no, as her eyes began to reacclimate themselves she realised it was just very dark and foggy where she was. Where the hell was she? She remembered the canyon and then remembered the accident and the pheonix."Oh,this is just fucking great.."she thought"..fucking birds!!As if I haven't been through enough already a stupid mythological bird wrecks my ride and gets me lost. I must be cursed." She sighed and rolled over onto her back, to a chorus of twinges aches and sharp pains,though at least she felt like nothing was broken. A miracle in itself considering. She looked forward and in the middle of the black ocean whose water lapped at her legs she saw the remains of the once beautiful gondola slowly sinking."Terrific" she thought.She looked around and felt unease begin to raise it's ugly head once again. It was hard to see being so dark and the fog didn't help,but she could sense she was not alone, strange cries whispers and noises from close and afar confirmed it.

"Persephone!!!" She cried.She felt due to the telepathic conversations they'd shared and the fact that she would be looking for her by now if anyone could help her it would be her."Persephone!..I need help." No answer. "Where are you you bitch..you're supposed to be protecting me!"
She felt a tug on her leg and at the same time a croaky voice spoke to her.

"Ain't no Persephone here lovey...but if she's as pretty as you I hope she gets here real soon"

Lacey looked down at her leg and to her disgust as shrivelled old thing was grinning up at her and dragging itself from the water slowly up her leg, it had only its upper torso and arms, it's spine was a stub that it was also using for propulsion.It's lecherous pustulent eyes met hers and it licked it's sore riddled cracked lips obscenely.She pulled back her left leg and kicked the thing right in the face.Killing it..to her surprise with her six inch stiletto heel through the eye and into it's filthy brain.Serves the fucking pervert right.She couldn't believe however,as she noticed for the first time what she was actually wearing, that Persephone seriously thought this was funny.Hooker boots,leather mini, and leather corset..that bitch. Making fun of her past..she'll get hers..and besides..she wasn't a street walker for christ's sake..she was an Escort and a damned good one too..till that Senator and his wife screwed her over.Enough..no time to think about that shit, can't stay here,have to get moving and find a place safe to hide till the bitch actually does find her.

She got slowly to her feet achingly and knew she should really kick the boots off considering the terrain ,wet and muddy, but it was freezing and being thigh high boots they were keeping her legs warm.Despite her professional protest she had worn them before and knew how to run in them. At least they weren't bright red.She saw that the land behind her gradually rose up a hill and through the rolling fog and mist she could make out light and decided it was probably the best direction to head in..though she would keep to the shadows just in case.She took a deep breath and started slowly walking towards the light.With every step she was never alone.

Things,beings beyond her imagination, ran around her..stalked her..called out to or growled at her..she tried not to look..but sometimes it could not be helped.A baby headed fly kept dive bombing her face till she got lucky and stunned it with a backhand,a monstrous bile covered pile of pulsating flesh sprouted mouths on stalks and long reaching arms causing her to jump side step and weave her way around it.The worst,and there was some truly horrid things along this seemingly never ending trek,was the little boy who stood in the middle of the path trying to hold his maggot ridden insides in asking her if she was his mother..That one hit her heart. She pushed on though and became more and more aware of two things tracking her just in the dark treeline to her right. Sniffing, breathing, occasional padding of feet,and as she finally was beginning to reach the top of the deceptively high hill she now heard low growling.Tired,so tired and in pain, she decided to make one last ditch effort and run to the top and hope these strange lights held some safety.Another louder growl closer than before was all she needed and with all her heart she started running..and so did what was stalking her still in the treeline but keeping pace.Whatever it was it wasn't small.She ran harder and just before she peaked the hill a giant gelatinous slug-like creature slid in front of her and spoke.

"Quickly child.Jump on my back,bury your arms and legs in my flesh,and hold on." It spoke with what she imagined to be a kind old granny's voice.

" What..no..just let me pass." Lacey was thrown by the talking slug,it's voice,and understandably did not trust it and certainly didn't have time to argue with it." Please..I have to find some place to hide and quick"

" I know dear,I saw you crash. I'm impressed you made it this far." It truly sounded like some persons sweet old nana." But you won't find safety running into the light on foot..and you'll certainly die if you stay here. Please,I'm here to help, trust me and jump on quickly..there is no more time..and whatever you do don't turn around."

" It's behind me isn't it?" She knew because she could hear breathing behind her.

" Jump now !" the nana slug scalded her..and she did and buried her arms and legs into the slug's back as instructed.It felt as disgusting as she thought it would. "Hang on sweety..here we go" and Nana slug gew two giant hind legs and jumped into the light.Before they totally disappeared in it's embrace Lacey afforded herself a look back at what was chasing her and saw a six wolf heads on long knecks that looked like snakes attached to the body of a massive millipede lunging at them.The blinding light engulfed her and she heard howls of frustration.Then they burst through the otherside of the light,and she was no longer thigh and shoulder deep in a slug but one with some futuristic high powered motorbike and they were racing along a burning street lined with moving,screaming,figures who atarted to run after them. The bike sped up and headed for a blazing ramp up ahead, the burning figures still giving chase, others joining in from adjacent streets till all she could see in the bikes rear view mirrors was a see of running burning bodies.They shot up the ramp which was actually a burning bus laying angled on it's side on top of another truck and flew into the air into a burning eighth story office window and emerged the otherside high in the air..the bike now a dragon..soaring above a sea of writhing screaming tortured souls.Their despair and pain seared her soul. Thankfully it was short lived as the dragon flew into a waterfall of blood running down from the mouth of the head of a statue of some demon that was actually a towering temple,and emerged once again in thankfully a beautiful river in a sand swept land.Her dragon, or Nana as she thought of her wonderful saviour,was now a beautiful green and gold serpent.It glided up the river and the water felt wonderful splashing against her face.Lacey closed her eyes and rested her face against Nana's cool scales and just before exhaustion claimed her Nana spoke to her.

" Wakey wakey chile, no time for snoozing I'm afraid, we are here"

Lacey opened her eyes as Nana slid out of the river and morphed into a giraffe..faster than a camel she said and smell so much better.The sight that greeted Lacey was wonderous. A beautiful city,ancient yet intricately designed one and two storey buildings,immaculately kept gardens with fountains and pools,marble streets.All perfectly layed out,harmonious even..nothing like New Sydney or ugly pre-packaged MT Druitt,and all weaving around and leading to the city's grande majestic centrepiece. A stunning,beautifully ornate, golden pyramid standing at least one hundred stories high. It was magnificent to behold.

" Where are we?" Lacey asked Nana."Who lives here?"

" My dear we are in the land of the old gods,in the realm of one of the greatest gods ever to have walked your Earth.This is Thebes, this is Egypt created from our god's memories..or how he chooses to remember it."

" An Egyptian god lives here..sent you to save me?" Lacey was taken a little by surprise..understandably.

" Yes my dear..he saves all that fall from above.He cherish's all life." Nana said with pride." He saved me when those above cast me aside for being what I am, for being in their eyes "unworthy"."

" Because you can change forms? " Lacey asked in disbelief. "I would think that would be an ability welcomed as a wonderful asset in any society."

" Oh it was child, my race and ability was not the issue, it was my questioning nature." Nana looked directly at Lacey. " The old witch didn't like it when her children questioned her."

" The old witch ? You don't mean.." Nana cut Lacey off before she could say her name.

" Yes, the Big "G","Mother" as they call her.You were on your way to see her I take it?"

" Yes I was." Lacey answered.

" Then you've truly been saved child.Now hop off child we are here and he awaits anxiously to meet you and welcome you to hopefully what you'll come to call home."

" I don't know about that.Anyways..thank you so much for everything.I still don't even know your name.I'm Lacey."

" I'm Chyanne and it's been a pleasure Lacey.Hopefully we'll be able to spend time together if you choose to stay." Somehow Chyanne doubted she would..there was something different about this one." Now I must bid you farewell young Lacey for he awaits you.Just follow the main corridoor to the end and you shall find him there.Do not let his appearance frighten you, even gods eventually face the weathering of time in some form or another. He is fair and kind.Now go child,I hope to see you again soon." With that she changed into a leopard and was gone.

" Thank you.." Lacey called after her.She turned and faced the open towering doorway flanked by statues of what appeared to be Cobra headed guards..appeared to be until one pointed down the corridoor and gave her a look that said move it. "OK OK..I'm going." she laughed.Once inside the doorway disappeared and out of a side room stepped a beautiful girl dressed in finery and jewels.She looked Lacey up and down, shook her head and said "This will not do." She held her hand out to Lacey, gestured in a few wave like motions around Lacey,then smiled and waved her to keep going.Lacey looked down and saw she was now dressed like an Egyptian Queen,emerald silk flowing gown and enough jewels to buy an underground city back home.She was liking this guy more and more.She felt clean and smelt great too.She went to thank the girl but she had gone. She shrugged and continued walking down the long statues and tapestry lined corridoor admiring it's sheer beauty and extravagence.Eventually it led her to a enormous pillared hall, decked out in finery and art ofcourse, and at the end was a long dining table with meats,fruit and cheeses, and wine. The floor however was littered with snakes, all different kinds, and upon her approach they all reared up as one and stared directly at her.She froze.

"Please.." a strong yet kind voice came from the far end of the hall."Pay no heed to my friends they will not harm you they are merely curious is all.Please come in and take a seat. I've arranged some food and drink for you as I know after your ordeal you must be famished."

"Thank you." Lacey said and taking a leap of faith began walking quickly through the snakes towards the table and the still partially unlit area where the voice had come from.As she got closer she could see that it was actually a throne of some kind,huge and of course finely detailed,and their was a giant staff of some kind shaped like an upside down question mark and adorned with symbols. As she came to where she was to sit the area was bathed with light and the owner of the voice was revealed. He was at least nine feet tall..maybe more since he was sitting..and just the most impressive person she'd ever layed her eyes on. His presence was imposing to the point of being tangible, his face ancient and a little frightening..though she'd seen worse...his eyes powerful,intelligent and kind. Somehow they put her at ease.

" Please sit and eat young one and let my appearance frighten you not. I mean you no harm."

" Thank you..my lord?" Lacey knew not how to address a God and felt embarrassed.

" Please, do not feel embarassed as their is no need for such pompous formalities here in my home and kingdom. I am a God yes,but such ceremony and arrogance of worship is irrelevant to one as old as I now, only respect and the happiness and safety of those who dwell in my kingdom matter to me now.All are welcome here..unlike where you were headed.Though you may not think so your accident was indeed a blessing in disguise.I'm pleased Chyanne was able to reach you in time though,The Underworld is no place for a young lady like yourself, though I suspect you are no ordinary lady.Your scent..is one I have not smelt in millions of years."

Lacey felt her face go crimson."I'm sorry.."she started.

" Forgive me child for I did not mean to embarass you with my old mans thinking out loud.It is I who am being rude." He spoke genuinely putting her at ease once more." It's just that it's been such a terribly long time since I've smelt the scent of a living human being.We see humans here from time to time, and many live here, yet they are human only in soul not form.You are the first in my recollection to actually enter this realm truly alive both in soul and living human flesh."

"It was grown for me by G.." Lacey started to explain when all the snakes reared once again.

" Please again I must apologise and assure your safety.." he gestured with his hand and the snakes settled once more."..it's just that they like myself detest she whose name you were innocently about to speak and therefore do not utter it here. Chyanne should have told you but worry not there is no offense or harm done."

"If I may be so bold and I'm sorry if my ignorance causes offense but Chyanne failed also to tell me your name.Forgive me please I don't mean to be rude after all you have done for me." Lacey looked at him and half expected to be struck down by lightning..but again he surprised her with gentleness." I'm Lacey" she added timidly.

" Again it is I who have been rude young Lacey.Old vanity I'm afraid.Though my life has been documented and retold in both my homelands native writings and art as well over time in many languages I forget that I must look so different now than I did then.Plus though we had truly fine artists their depictions were more idealised and symbolic than true portraits.I must look so different it's no wonder you do not recognise me from your history tomes."

"I'm known by many names but you may know me by my true name.I am Seth"

TO BE CONTINUED......

Seth was drawn with a Artline Drawing System 0.1 pen and many hours of love and care. Hope you all enjoyed meeting Seth and the latest chapter in Lacey's ongoing saga. Thanks for viewing and reading

And Still More Internet Fauna

Tue, 14 Feb 2012 21:28:51 PST

Welcome to the fourth edition of Internet Fauna! In this edition, actually useful and friendly creatures.

Previous: [link]
Next: [link]

Nostalgic: This irritable creature has eyes growing out of it's backside, and can only seen what it has already experienced. Unable to asses things in front of it, it responds aggressively to all new things, assuming them to be threats. It is right a surprising amount of the time, and are good guardians of Standard users from shoddy re-makes, scams and thieves.

Hipster: This creature's famously foul disposition stems not from a hatred of all other creatures, but from it's peculiar mating habits. Like the Bower Birds of Papua New Guinea, Hipsters of both genders collect hoards with which to impress potential mates. Unlike the Birds, which must only collect objects of a certain color, a hipster must gather things which no other member of it's species has seen before. Consequently, when a standard user stumbles in to a Hipster's Hoard, that user is Cock-blocking them.
It is easy to befriend a Hipster though- never ask it what it currently has, but bring it strange things to potentially add to it's hoard. In time it will realize you are a potential asset to it's collecting, and will gladly share old hoards full of wondrous treasures with you.

Galloping 'Random': This speedy critter's call is unmistakeable: "PIE! donkeyninjapirateturtle! WoOoOoO!" and suchlike. As the Air-quotes in it's name indicate, it is not truly random- the critter joins hyperactivity and a Trochee Fixation ( [link] ) into a loud, long-distance play-call, inviting others to join in it's gallivanting. It even tries to play with creatures it does not know or that might be hostile- they're particularly noted for running into dens of trolls, but rarely with disastrous consequences- the creature is too light on it's feet and is gone again before most know what hit them. They are generally harmless, and rather fun to run with if you have the energy and agility.

Common Fan: These groups of standard users band together in huge numbers over a common interest for both protection and affection. Often multiple fan-groups will band together for safety (most Firelfy Fans belong to a larger sci-fi group like Star Wars, for instance). If a standard user has a problem with something- say, a broken car,- consulting a group of automotive fans may prove useful in fixing it. They are friendly creatures, and they will try to get you to join the herd, but a healthy fan will leave you alone if you decline. If they become aggressive or start showing wildly erratic behavior, the fan may have fan-rabies, and should be avoided at all costs. Fan-rabies spreads quickly among herds (it decimated the Sonic and Naruto Fan-herds) and can be dangerous to all denizens of the internet.

Camwhore: This is actually a rare example of internet Flora, as the camwhore is a plant that depends on the continuous light of attention to produce food. To attract attention it grows a pair of pseudo-sexual organs which gradually enlarge as the plant's needs for attention grow. The useful thing about them is that they attract the attention of internet perverts and keep their degredation in a limited space, and help preserve the overall quality of the Internets.

Go-to: This Little creature has seen the light, and actually understands how things work. Physics? No problem. Relationships? easy. The inner workings of political powerhouses? child's play. They tend to be generous in dispensing their wisdom when asked for it, and are often quickly overrun by thousands of questions and senseless requests. Consequently, they often share dens with Internet trolls, who benefit from the Go-To's knowledge while keeping the idiot masses out and giving it some peace.

The Imperial Ten-Tian wallpaper NEW

Sat, 09 Jun 2012 18:43:38 PDT

Compare to this one: [link] I'd prefer this brand new one better.

I designed a new look for my OC, Tian, so what do you think? Does that make him extra handsome with that bad-ass suit on? ^w^

Hope you like this new one and don't worry, there will be more... RIGHT AFTER I FINISH MY EXAMS! WISH ME LUCK!!! *scream*

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Okay, before you know anything. Here's something for you to know more about Tian. Tian's weapon is given and once belonged to Master Thundering Rhino. Most of you know little about this weapon, because this is not just an ordinary hammer. Here's the story of the weapon, The Cloud Hammer:

The Cloud Hammer is said to be "legendary", although the legend behind the hammer is currently unknown. It is also unknown how its previous wielder, Master Thundering Rhino, achieved it in the first place. Since then, however, Thundering Rhino had used this weapon on multiple occasions when engaged in battle. One of such was his single-handed victory against the Ten Thousand Serpents of the Valley of Woe.

The hammer is described to have an "unbeatable attack" that allows its wielder to take on large groups of attackers and emerge victorious. Thundering Rhino had done so many times and had built his own legend upon it.

Other wallpapers of The Imperial Ten:

Tian the Peacock (Leader of the Imperial Ten, Element of Electricity): [link] and here!
Hannah the White Tigress (Element of Fire): [link]
Hai the Peacock (Element of Ice): Coming Soon!
Yuan-fen the Albino Peahen (Element of Light): Around the late of June.
Jade the Panda (Element of Earth): Around the late of June.
Azure the Green-tree Viper (Element of Water): Around the early of July
Lilly the Green-tree Viper (Element of Wind): Around the middle of July
Rin the Cheetah (Element of Wood, Skilled runner): Around the middle of July
Shadow the Wolf (Element of Darkness): Around the late of July
Tie the Gray snub-nosed monkey (Element of Iron): Around the early of August

Hope you are satisfied by this arrangement. Until then, don't FLAMES ON ME!!!

Evolve

Wed, 18 May 2005 11:44:03 PDT

3ft by 3ft
coffee, gouache, watercolor, prismacolor markers, prismacolor pencils, charcoal, conte, graphite, thread, polymer suspensions, india ink, chalk pastel

imagery derived from ani difranco song "evolve" which goes a little something like this.... a one, a two, a one, two, three

i walk in stride with people
much taller than me
and partly it's the boots but
mostly it's my chi
and i'm becoming transfixed
with nature and my part in it
which i believe just signifies
i'm finally waking up

and there's this moth outside my kitchen door
she's bonkers for that bare bulb
flying round in circles
bashing in her exoskull
and out in the woods she navigates fine by the moon
but get her around a light bulb and she's doomed

she is trying to evolve

they are locking our sons
and our daughters in cages
they are taking by the thousands
our lives from under us
it's a crash course in religious fundamentals
now let's all go to war
get some bang for our buck

i am trying to evolve

gunnin for high score in the land of dreams
morbid bluish-white consumers ogling luminous screens
on the trail of forgetting
cruising without a care
the jet set won't abide by that pesky jet lag
and our lives boil down to an hour or two
when someone pulls a camera out of a bag

and i am trying to evolve

so i walk like i'm on a mission
because that's the way i groove
i got more and more to do
i got less and less to prove
it took me too long to realize
that i don't take good pictures
because i have the kind of beauty
that moves

i am trying to evolve

Mandala of Dai Viet Thien

Fri, 24 Aug 2012 19:59:44 PDT

Mandala of Đại Việt Thiền

2012
Metallic Gel Pen on Illustration Board

A thousand lights blaze
Glimmering without illumination
Awakening the morning of life

A thousand voices resound
To a silent chant
Calling to the spirit in the void

From the chaos of stillness
Blossoms the soul

1. Acknowledge

I am a child of this universe
Being and loving
Suffering and being

We are the children of a thousand lives
Ebbing from the past
Flowing to the future

Waiting to be ONE

2. Release

Of the great kingdoms past
Of seafarers traversing the expanse

Of a people subjugated by Ngoåi nhân
Then placed in the order of the state

Now facing an open world
And a suffering land

Are we ONE with ourselves?
Are we ONE with all?

3. Awaken

Ears perk up
To a thousand languages
Speaking with the heart

Eyes open
To a thousand races
Communing under a single roof

No state
No ideology

Truth
Is light

Truth
Is love

4. Return

No past is lost
No present is dire
No future is unsure

We have risen from the mire
We are the light in bloom

THE CAT AND THE CRADLE...

Sun, 22 Mar 2009 05:07:46 PDT

Lacey awoke to the gentle caress of a light breeze and the warmth of golden rays from the carved portal that was her rooms window. The silk sheets and pillow beckoned her to fall back to sleep but she knew she couldn't. Though she knew she could stay if she wished it, that Seth would protect her, she knew Persephone would come this day and she knew she would have to go with her for Brandon's sake. Last night had been both wonderful and interesting to say the least. Despite his appearance and presence..so ancient yet still so powerful..a God for christ's sake..he was so charming and kind to her. They discussed their lives, she was enraptured by his tale, and some what embarrassed by her own. Yet he did not seem to judge her.She supposed having killed his own brother he wasn't really in a position to cast stones. Eventually, of course, the talk soon turned to the events as best she could remember that lead to her being here..what lead to her crashing down into The Underworld as he referred to it.He knew she was on her way to see Gaia but not why.He was greatly concerned as she told of the way she and Brandon were taken and by the talk of them being "Chosen", for not even when he lived in Gaia's kingdom did he ever hear mentioned even in legend of a "Chosen".He truly feared for their safety and immediately offered her sanctuary.

When she asked why he hated Gaia so much he was reluctant to go into any detail just said that he had lived in her kingdom for many a century until something happened the caused a rift between them eventually leading to them becoming enemies. Persephone also seemed a topic he did not want to discuss except for that she was Gaia's right hand and thus could not be trusted to tell Lacey the truth. Though he tried to hide it, she sensed an old and deep sadness when he spoke of her, as if there was history between the two. He did say there was more to her than she presents and that she was not always as she is now. Lacey didn't press him as again she sensed the sadness behind his words. Again, just before he called for a girl to take her to her quarters to rest as he could see how tired she was..and maybe a little drunk from the delicious wine they drank, he said she was welcome to stay if she chose too. She could give him an answer in the morning..for he feared it would not be too long before Persephone would arrive to take her to Gaia..by force if necessary.She had thanked him for his kindness and said she would let him know in the morning..but she could see in his eyes he already knew what it would be. What she truly didn't understand though, kind as he seemed and maybe the years truly had changed him, was why a God would go out of their way to protect her. Was it just as he said he just wished to protect those within his knew kingdom, or was there more to it than that. Did he know more than he was letting on about what Gaia was planning, what she intended to do to her and Brandon, or was it because he did not know and he feared what it might mean that drove him to try to keep her from going. Maybe all of the above..who knows. The one thing she did know though was that as long as Gaia had Brandon she could not stay.

She got out of bed, reluctantly, and went to the portal and looked out at the glorious new day beautifully bathing the magnificence that was Thebes. Such a marvelous sight and creation..and such a long way down. She realised she must be near the summit of the golden towering pyramid and she felt a little faint and turned away. Not really afraid of heights..but after the experiences of her journey so far with high places..she did not wish to risk another fall. Third times a charm and all that shit. As she turned away she started as the girl that somehow with a wave of her hand changed the clothes she was wearing to meet Seth was now standing in the centre of her room.

" Damn girl you nearly scared the crap outta me.." Lacey laughed.

" My apologies milady." The beautiful girl bowed slightly. "It was not my intention. My Lord Seth has asked me to check on you and enquire if you would wish to join him on a tour of Thebes with him..before you give him your final decision. After breakfast of course."

" Why that's very kind and I'd be delighted." Lacey said."I think I'll skip breakfast though..still full from all that wonderful food last night. Just let me get dressed..and..umm..where ??"

" Here milady.." The girl smiled and waved her hand " Jeans, T-shirt, leather jacket and boots and "underwear"?I hope it is too you're liking and exactly how you just pictured them in your mind."

"How did you ..how do you do that?" Lacey asked dumbfounded looking down at what she was now wearing." And..what's your name?"

" My name is Kendra. As to what I do it is my gift and my role here..I provide clothes for all here in Thebes. Everyone has a gift individual and shares it's gains with all. As for how we do it..I think you would call it magick..yet we do it with sheer will alone. The mind is a powerful thing and coupled with strong will can bring about wonderful things and effect the physical world if one knows how to use the gift properly. Words, thoughts, the mind have such untapped power..most people dismiss them as just words thoughts and fantasies..if only they knew as we do here just how truly those thoughts words and dreams effect reality around them..and what they create beyond those realities." She smiled at Lacey's still half-asleep face and expression of "huh?". "Come milady, Lord Seth will be wondering where we are. He's waiting by the courtyard."

" Okay..and please call me Lacey" " As you wish milady." Kendra smiled and exited into the corridoor making Lacey run after her .Damn that girl moves fast. They were soon walking through the corridoor lined with tapestries and finery that Lacey entered through the night before and approached the two Cobra headed guards. As they passed them Lacey couldn't resist swatting the one that hurried her along on its butt as she passed. It looked down at her in shock and she laughed and ran down to where she could see Seth.

" You should not tease them young Lacey..their hands are larger and harder than yours and they never forget a face or challenge." Seth said to her, half in amusement and half in warning." Don't worry, I shall make sure the guard is changed before we return."

" Thanks..his claws do look pretty sharp." she said not feeling as cheeky as a few minutes ago.

" Indeed they are. But let it not worry you you will not feel their steel." He took her hand ."Now, I invited you for a tour of my fair city, shall we begin?" "Lets" she smiled. They walked for what seemed for hours, through the beautiful streets and gardens, studying the ornate and incredible architecture, marveling at the art and crafts of the people, and the wildlife gathering around the pools and roaming near the magnificent flowing river that was The Nile..which sadly no longer existed on Earth.The grande expanse of sand and beautiful sun lit sky was that like unimagined paradise to her. It truly was an incredible place of dreams. One thing struck her as odd though..except for Seth, Kendra and the two Cobra guards..she saw not one other of the people that supposedly lived here.

" Where is everyone?" She asked. " I expected the city , especially on such a beautiful day like today, to be a hive of activity."
" Most days it would be young Lacey but today I asked everyone to stay inside, and below, just in case." He replied a little cautiously.

" In case of what?" She asked..then regretted as it was truly obvious." You mean in case Persephone shows don't you? Surely though she would not pose a great threat to you and your people..especially if only coming to pick me up."

" I'm afraid you underestimate her and her way of doing things, and also.. the ill feeling between our peoples. She would know we have spoken, she would know I would have tried to persuade you to stay, and she would know I would protect you if you decided to do just that." He stopped walking and looked down into her eyes."She will not come here peacefully I'm afraid and definitely not alone ..as undoubtedly you will see..before you are either taken or Chyanne or myself can get you to safety till the battle is over."

" Battle?" Lacey was horrified. " Seth..no. Please, promise me you won't put either yourself nor any of your people in harms way just to protect me. Please..there is no need.I will leave with her freely. There will be no reason for her to attack you or anybody else."

" Lacey..truly you do not understand. Persephone will not give us..or you..a choice.She will appear and then she and her forces will attack. That, sadly, is her way." He looked out to the horizon then back at her. " All this you see around us has been built and rebuilt so many times..and all because of her.It is the reason why, except for my Pyramid, most of my people live in a city that exists under our very feet. True they do get to enjoy the world I create and recreate here, but sadly as history has dictated, they can no longer live in guaranteed safety above ground because of the attacks of Gaia and Persephone's forces.So on days like today the await below and ready our defences..where we stand now merely just a front , a tactical disguise."

" But why?" Lacey asked truly not understanding. " Why do they attack so often? Surely not just to reclaim people that like me find their way to you instead of her? Surely they must have a reason?"

" Gaia fears us..fears me..though she'd never admit it..just spew some fanciful propaganda about my spreading mistrust ,doubt, anarchy amongst her people so they turn against her and join me in some sort of uprising to destroy her kingdom or take it for myself. Though I despise her that is not my intention at all. Truth is, she is weakening, and feeding off of her own people and destroying her own kingdom herself..and fears that as more and more people escape or find their way here instead of going to her..that one day I may be truly powerful enough to free her subjects and expose her for the liar, succubus..parasite she truly is." " So how do Brandon and I fit in? How on Earth does she think we can save her and her kingdom?" Lacey asked.

" I'm not sure I can answer that Lacey , though I think you may have a better understanding if you think of what Persephone has told you then read between the lines.She has already spoken of the power of the bond between mother and child..the exact pretense in which Gaia imagines exists between herself and her subjects, and from which she believes she draws her power from.At the terrible least, I believe she intends to drain you both of your power as mother and son..drain you of your life essense to power her own."

" Christ..but even if thats true..she has Brandon.How can I not go to her..I can't just abandon him."

" We would find a way to rescue him. She cannot harm him for to do so would mean the loss of the chance to regain her power. If you don't go to her she also cannot use you and your bond with Brandon.If you do go..at the very least..she will drain the both of you..or worse.Without knowing her true plan we can only speculate..either way I beseech you to reconsider your decision to leave with Persephone..stay here.Let us protect you, and for all we know protect ourselves too, until at least we know more and can figure a way to get Brandon back safely."

" I..I truly don't know Seth. What if I'm putting Brandon at risk right now by not being with him. He is the original "Chosen" after all..I was an after thought to aid him. What if..?" Lacey's thoughts and questions were cut off abruptly as the idylic blue skies tore apart and thunder deafened them both. She watched in awe and fear as black storm clouds rolled across and darkened the skies blocking out the sun and blue and crimson lightning lanced out in all directions scorching the land and structures around. Then as if something like from a biblical tale a magnificent yet oppressive vessel appeared from what seemed to be the eye of the storm. A massive ship, a Galleon she believed it was called from pre cataclysum ancient Earth history, beautiful in it's reds and golds and black, riding on a sea of fire, and soul wrenching cries of it's crew. She saw the statue mounted on it's juggernaut facade of a proud warrior like angel with six wings..then covered her ears as screeching filled them as from the deck winged beings in their hundreds flew out and up then angled down towards the city bringing their strange various weapons to bear down upon it. Then they fired. Explosions ripped through both sand and buildings alike, both surrounding and within the vast city's borders, apocalyptic in both sight and sound.

Seth looked into her terrified face his eyes saying to her "Do you see? Do you see what they are truly like?" She nodded and he picked her up and turned towards his palace..his pyramid..only to see another craft hovering above it..though not a ship like the one behind them..a dimensional craft..to Lacey's astonished eyes just like the long haul craft the Dimensional Marine Corps of her time used to explore and travel through dimensional corridoors and worm holes.The warriors that spewed forth from it and now attacked the palace however were the same. They were cut off.Seth then turned and ducked into an alcove that for the moment offered cover and hid them mostly from sight. He lent in close to her right ear and spoke quickly.

" We are cut off from my palace and even though there are entrances located that may lead us to the safety of the underground city, we cannot risk being spotted by using them as they will surely follow and eventually break through and my people will be exposed and I cannot defend them all.Though they are powerful in will they must be allowed to concentrate to use their power..if we inadvertantly lead Persephones forces to them they will be unable to defend themselves.Right now they are just about ready to launch a counterstrike..I can feel it..and they will defend our city fiercely as you will see momentarily..but we can't risk exposing them..their only defense whilst concentrating is the fact that only we know of the existence of the underground city.So for now it is up to me to see you to safety..and there is only one possible way to do that..only one possible place left to go though it may turn out to be just as dangerous for though it's entrance is fixed..where we end up is not."

" If it is the only chance we have..then.." Lacey started but was shushed by Seth.

" There is more to say yet Lacey before you agree. It is the only chance yes..though we could survive by running fighting and hiding within the city here..but I would not like to risk it. It does fare us better though to use this last resort as only one of our attackers could follow us and by herself I am more than a match for Persephone..though she has yet to show herself.She is the only one with the power and ability to do what must be done to follow us.Therein lies the catch, and why it is such a last resort, because it comes with a price and a painful one at that."

" What is it Seth? Please..just come straight out and tell me before the point becomes null and void and those arch angels or whatever the fuck they are blow us to hell and back!!" Lacey slipped back into her less than lady like old ways as fresh explosions erupted mere feet away.Seth couldn't help but smile then continued as if he didn't notice.

" The price is we have to alter our genetic make-up to enter and exist in this place..as it exists on another plane of existence...like Persephone and her Wraith did to enter yours.The pain is exruciating though I should be able to sheild you from it's full impact and you will survive it..however the true price is..when the time comes once we find a way back to another door leading to this reality we may not be able to change back.The longer it takes us to find the door back, as I said before the door stays fixed but where we end up blindly entering as we are is anyones guess, the more permanent our change becomes and the greater chance I may lose my ability and power to change us back."

" Where is it we have to go.." Lacey asked

" Beyond the Veil..." Seth held her closer to him as an explosion erupted a little too close for his liking." We have no more time for talking Lacey..lets just say it's another plane of existence like none you've ever been to before..a whole new dimensional universe full of thousands of random possibilities and lifeforms."

" You mean like leaving my own world and crossing through numerous dimensional walls and worlds and coming here..in a new body?" Lacey asked..with just a tinge of sarcasm.

" Well..yes." Seth answered a little sheepishly.

" Been there..done that..lets go already." She went to stand but a new sound distracted her.She turned to look back towards the Galleon and her eyes widened in disbelief. " Seth..is that..??"

" Persephone ?..Yes it is. She certainly knows how to make an entrance doesn't she ? " " No shit.." Lacy said not really listening eyes glued to the sight unfolding before her. Racing forward just over the heads of the teeming army of her winged warriors flew a what Lacey could only imagine what a goddess would look like. Black clouds billowing beneath and before her, erupting with emerald fire, aboard a ornate and armoured chariot of midnight blue and crimson drawn by a team of twenty harnessed howling drooling jackyl's..Persephone indeed knew how to make an entrance..and her appearance like Lacey had never seen her before. A headress beautifully adorned with jewels,crosses and sigils and runes, with a centrepiece of a female figure with six outstretched wings. Her waist length mane of strawberry blonde hair beaded and jewelled flying dramatically and beautifully behind her. Her face gorgeous, eyes sapphire blue lips full and fire red..nose cute as..too bad she was screaming and snarling. Dressed in of course full armour shaped to form, crimson and black, and beautifully inscribed with sigils and runes,and from belts and sheath's hung many numerous insidious looking weapons..on her left forearm a truly wickedly spiked and razored guantlet. Though not all was cold metal and leather,draped down in front of her abdomen like a loin cloth was a beautiful crimson ,yellow and blue silk cloth that was patterned with more sigils,symbols and runes, filigree and jewels. In it's centre as Seth would mention as well as beneath the six winged figure on her headress was the crest of Gaia. Draping in the same way but flowing and fanning out like a magnificent bridal train behind was what appeared to be truly beautiful peacock feathers. Truly she was a sight to behold. In certain adult oriented districts back on Earth a girl dressed like this would be viewed as a sluttly heavy metal, goth,dominatrix princess wannabe..but somehow Persephone pulls it off looking like a stunning angelic vision of Death..the bitch.Totally mesmerised by her vision she didn't hear Seth yelling to her, but when he shook her she felt it for sure, she snapped out of her reverie and looked at him.

" We have to go now before she spots us Lacey.My people are ready to launch a counter strike under the cover of which we'll make our move..but we must move quickly." He said looking at her but looking at where Persephone was every other second." Are you ready ?"

" Yes..I think so..sorry. She's just so.."

" Yes she is..and like the Sun young Lacey..one should not stare too long.Now get ready to run and don't let go of my hand."

" Okay." She smiled. Then the world erupted around her again..this time from behind then above them and the city..as Seth's defenders exploded into action. Giants leapt, ran and roared around them...scarabs and sphynx's and dogs, big cats, snakes and eagles smashed into the attacking forces unleashing fire and sand, and brutal strength. Then at the Pyramid ,thousands of soldiers looking a lot like Seth's two Cobra headed guards, fought both inside and out to repell Persephone's hordes.To Lacey it was the most apocalyptic scene she'd ever seen..then she was running for her life as weird as it was and for what it was worth. They ran through the twisting streets and alleys as all around them monsters crashed, angels screamed, and building and land alike exploded and the sky ignited with fire. Both she and Seth could hear their names called in Persephone's furious yet cold voice.Within minutes they came upon an arch covered in heiroglyphics from which Seth read aloud certain passages. Then simultaneously a thunderous crack exploded from the arch and a shimmering darkness filled it like an open door.Seth yelled to her above the din "Are you sure ?" as a deathly chilling voice screamed "No !!!" from above and just behind them.Lacey nodded to Seth then confirmed by looking back and up what she already knew..Persephone had found them. She saw Persephone leap from her chariot releasing the jackyls at the same time..just as she felt herself lifted then falling forward...then the most excruciating pain she'd ever felt..then nothing. She awoke in the arms of Seth running through what seemed to be a tropical jungle. Lush and beautiful and very humid. She could hear something crashing through the trees behind them and knew it had to be Persephone and her hellish pets. Running, leaping and jumping, so agile and strong Seth was just managing to stay ahead of them even whilst carrying her dead weight.

" Put me down Seth..I'm slowing you down." She said a little quiet and drowsily.

" No time young Lacey..and you are not hindering me in the slightest.Just let me concentrate on finding a place to protect and shelter us..then we can talk." With that he just kept running, dodging and weaving his way through the beautiful yet alien world they now found themselves lost in, with unknown dangers around them, and the relentless sound of the known danger behind them. Persephone crying out to both of them from time to time in a vain effort to get them to surrender. A few native animals spooked by the chase fell victim to the jaws of her pets as they crossed their path, their screams haunting and painful to Lacey's ears. So it went for what seemed like hours until finally, and maybe unfortunately the trees parted and a small clearing around a vine embraced large stone temple seeming growing out of a cliff wall, came into view. Large wasn't exactly the right word..the temple was huge on closer inspection..it's higher levels just hidden and overgrown by trees and foliage and half in darkness from the jungles ancient canopy through which only sparse rays of light made their way through. As Seth ran towards it across the clearing it became apparent that it was not dirt under the puddles of water, mud, and grass and weeds..it was stone. A courtyard, overgrown by the jungle, either by neglect or by design. There was a fountain, covered in moss and filled with foul water. There were statues of big cats , and cat people..feline heads and human like bodies... and urns and vases and benches spread around. As they approached the stairs, massive ..almost six feet wide and four feet high each ascending block, that lead up to the entrance she could see tribal paintings mixed with heiroglyphics..again with the Egyptian stuff she thought..and strange icons and symbols on the stairs and walls. Two statues ten to twelve feet high stood on either side of the entrance. One an angelic figure with a metallic halo round a haunting blank face, massive wings stretched behind her and flowing hair of fire brandishing an absolutely viscious looking axe. On the other side a demonic looking creature with massive horns, the head of a bull, body of a man, an massive leathery black wings holding a trident. The two figures facing each other as if in an eternal stand off and at the same time as if appearing to maintain a balance and peace. " Seth..stop where you are and release the human to me!!" ordered Persephone as she and her Jackyls swarmed our and across the courtyard racing towards the stairs. Seth ignored her as he had been all along.

" Fine..die then. I shall enjoy tearing your withered flesh from your wretched bones." Persephone hissed..yet even to Lacey it sounded a little hollow..as if Persephone didn't believe she could actually do it herself. Though it didn't mean she wouldn't give it the old college try. The Jackyls flew up the stairs then. Seth turned lowering Lacey to the ground behind him and faced them. Then as the beasts stood at the top snarling at them..tensing, ready to strike..a voice spoke behind them.

" Enter weary travellers..our Lady awaits thee..we will deal with these beasts. No evil shall enter her home." A deep male voice. They turned and saw the bull like statue looking down at them the angel already striding past them..both no longer statues but in all terrifying glory very much alive.She was beautiful, yet terrifying to watch as she both cleaved with her axe and set ablaze with her wings and hair the Jackyls killing them instantly or sending them hurtling back down the stairs past the now hesitant Persephone. Seth took Lacey's hand and they walked inside and through winding corridoors adorned with art and murals. Lacey felt a little de ja vu ..but who was she to complain. They were safe..weren't they.

" Seth..do you know anything about where we are? Who lives here ? " Lacey asked whilst looking around the torch lit interior. " I mean the statues and heiroglyphs..do they give you a clue ?"

" I've been behind the Veil only twice before Lacey..and never here. So I do not know where we are, however, the things you mention do give me a clue as to who this temples occupant may be. The temple mat appear Mayan in design ..but the histories and art are definitely Egyptian."

" Is that a good thing ?" Lacey asked quietly as their voices seemed to carry and echo.

" Maybe..maybe not..I wasn't always popular " He half smiled at her.

" Oh great..lets just hope this one likes you."

" Indeed.." Seth said as if trying to reassure himself. They walked into a dim torch lit hall, a small pool in it's centre circular in shape, near naked humans..designs of a tribal origin and culture tattooed on their lithe bodies..lounged around the floor or busied themselves with chores. Towards the end of the hall on a bed of rugs and silk pillows lay a figure being pampered ,fed and bathed by more of the tribal people..some licking them like a cat cleans itself..others merely caressing. As they approached cautiously the servants, for thats what hey appeared to Lacey to be, stopped what they were doing and stood behind and to the side of the lazing figure. Protective yet non obstructing to their master's view.

The figure stood up pulling a silken robe around herself with grace and seemingly not a care in the world. She turned with a feline sway and looked upon them with a mischievious glint in her eyes. Lacey gasped, not in fear, but in amazement at the beauty stood in front of her. A being possessing not only a perfect human female body..in Lacey's opinion that is..but the head of a beautiful white cat. It..she smiled in amusement at Lacey's reaction..then spoke in the most alluring and lyrical of voices. Sexual, strong and assured. " My my..time hasn't treated you so well has it Seth." " No Bastet..I'm afraid it hasn't." He replied deliberately ignoring the intended slight. " You on the other hand look as beautiful as ever." " Why thank you my dear. See..I knew deep down you weren't as bad as the others say." She smiled devilishly." I always liked you better than Osiris anyways."

" Bastet.." Seth started.

" Now now..don't get worked up..just teasing..wouldn't want you to get wrinkles now would we? " She laughed and he just shook his head mumbling she was as impossible as ever.

" Now .." She continued as she patted Seth's shoulder and sauntered up to Lacey." tell me sweet child by the power of Ra how did such a beautiful little thing like you end up with a craggy old fossel like this one." She stroked Lacey's hair and before Lacey could answer put a long manicured and jewelled nail to Lacey's lips and said. " Oh..nevermind, my answer has just been escorted in. Should have known it would be something to do with good old mumsy Gaia." Seth and Lacey turned and saw Persephone being escorted but not restrained by the two "statues". Lacey turned to the "angel" and confronted her.

" I thought you said you weren't to allow evil in here?"

" That is correct " The Angel with no face replied a little confused by this creatures obvious ire. " I have not done so either." " You decimated her creatures yes..but..but you let her in!!" Lacey felt all eyes on her but she didn't care. " She is evil." " No she isn't..she has done wrong assuredly..but she is not evil." The Angel spoke gently and calmly..and next with a sadness and compassion in her tone." She cannot be evil for she has been deprived of her true self. She is a lost soul..used and deceived by a true evil. She is a victim yet she is unable to see through no fault of her own."

" How dare you speak of me in this way." Persephone swung round and slapped the Angel across it's blank face.It's wings stretched and it's fiery hair blazed brighter in a warning. Bastet stepped in between them.

" Let it go Lucifer..as you said she is a lost soul. Her actions are merely ones of denial and delusion." Lucifer stood down but still looked directly at Persephone with an air of warning." Now Nepthrys dear.. that sort of behaviour will not be tolerated. I'm sure your husband Seth would agree..it's very unbecoming."

" You..are..you're Persephones husband ?" Lacey turned to Seth in disbelief.

" A long time ago Lacey..she was a different person..literally..back then." He had a sadness in his voice that made Lacey's ire turn to sympathy.He obviously loved her.

" That's a lie !!" Persephone looked daggers at Seth then sternly at Lacey." Do not fall prey to the insanity of these false gods Lacey. Think of your son..let us leave this place and go to him. Go to Gaia."

" Oh sweet sweet tragic child..that hag you call Gaia truly has done a number on you hasn't she? " Bastet sauntered around her.

" Why you lying..evil.." Persephone started...but stopped when both Lucifer and the bull, named Taurus, restrained her.

" Hush now chile..ignorance is only tolerated as an excuse for rudeness for only so long." Bastet eyed her up and down till she was sure she was calm enough." Now..though you don't remember your past life as Seth's..or should I say one of..Seth's wives..that too was and isn't truly who and what you are my beautiful clueless fallen one." " Enlighten me then." Persephone glowered.

" I shouldn't have too." Bastet smiled again with mischief in her eyes." Though I may despise the old whore I must give Gaia points for devilish cruelty. To wipe out knowledge of who you are to serve her purposes is one thing..but to cruelly rub it in your face by mounting it on your headress and warrior's crest is truly nasty." She looked at Persephone and saw no inkling of what she was saying was getting through. She sighed and turned to Seth and asked..

" Was she this stupid when she was married to you?" She turned back to Persephone. " My dear it's plastered on that gorgeous head of yours..you were..and always have been a Seraphim. You are an Angel you stupid cow..remember!!" "Lies..all lies!!! " Persephone cried in sheer denial." Mother took my life once yes for I had lost my way..influenced by others from Her path..yet she brought me back..born anew and better..yet never took my identity. Keep your filthy lies to yourself ." Bastet just sighed. "You poor chile, so beautiful so powerful..yet so lost. I shall release you to fly back home to your mummy..pathetic succubus withered old hag that she is..but you shall not drag this poor chile with you.Oh..and one more thing..if you ever..ever!!!..bring dogs..hellhounds or otherwise into my kingdom ever again..I shall tear you apart and eat you as you gasp your final pathetic lost breath. Is that understood ?"

" Yes..though understand this I will be back and I will be back for her." She snarled. " You can guarantee what I bring with me will be far worse than mere Jackyls."

" Bored now..get her out of here Lucifer." Bastet strode back to her bed.

" Lacey..listen to me.." Persephone pleaded as she struggled to stop being dragged from the room." Do not listen to her..she lies..she will trick and betray you. It's not to late to choose to come with me of you're own will..Seth won't stop you..he may be my enemy but I know he is a man of his word. He will not stop you and will not let...that..stop you either. Please..think of Brandon..your son needs you." " Her son..?" Bastet faced Persephone standing once more from her bed." Why would she need to go with you to see her son ? " " He is with Gaia for he is the "Chosen" one.

" It's true Bastet.." Seth said. " From what Lacey tells me it was Persephone herself that took them both from their reality." " I know she did Seth..or that's what Lacey believes..yet who told her what happened. Little miss deluded over there..barking like the rabid dogs she sullied my kingdom with."

"I was there you know.." Lacey turned on Bastet. " Oh yes sweety I know..and yes what the little fallen Angel over there did to you and all those people did happen as you say.Yes she did get that filthy wraith to murder you and yes you left through the window in your son's mind and soul found by The Herald.What she didn't tell you..and what she probably don't know herself..is that your son did not die with you in that room..his soul did not come with you to Gaia's little world. That little boy in that monolith body was not your son..but a facsimile of him..that your traumatised mind wanted to believe was your son to make you feel better."

" But I.." Lacey started..

" Don't listen to her Lacey..she's a filthy heathen liar !!!" Persephone cried out.

" You felt his heart..his soul touching yours..yes you did." Bastet continued." But it wasn't because he was there with you..it was because he loves you and needs you and your bond is strong..he's newborn for Ra's sake.When they took you..you left the way they came in..through your "living" son's mind and soul. Did it never occur to you that he would have to be "alive" to exit the same way?" Bastet walked over and put her arm around Lacey." Poor chile..you were confused I know..but you left your newborn alone and by Ra alive on that hospital floor screaming for his momma. It wasn't your fault..dead and all..but he was still alive..and still is. That's why you can feel your bond..even here..especially here am I right?"

" Well yes..but.."

" No buts chile..you feel it cause he is here chile." Bastet clicked her fingers and from another room a servant brought in a human baby boy..mere a week old at the most." Lacey..I give you your son, safe and sound, and very much alive. I give you Brandon. TO BE CONTINUED.......

Hope you all enjoyed the latest chapter (continued from Where The River Flows..) in Lacey's saga and thanks for viewing

Gold Dragon sword

Wed, 26 Nov 2003 12:53:52 PST

The famed Aurixdarastrix Urathearixencaex (Roughly translated to Gold Dragon's sword of Holy Fire). It's an epic weapon/artifact that I plan to eventually use... Key word: eventually.

This blade was forged thousands of years ago, carved from a single diamond and set with gold smelted with gold dragons' blood. A firey pattern was leafed in gold all along the blade and hilt, and over 40 rubies of varying size were set in it. The dragon carving that curls up the hilt moves and communicates telepathically with (and continuously detects the thoughts and lies of) any creature within 30 feet of itself. It holds in its mouth the largest ruby on the sword, and the ruby glows by the fire within, and the light travels down and lights up the entire gem sword.

The sword will only let lawful good people move it, and then only those " worthy" of the sword's powers. A lawful good person who is too weak to wield the sword might convince the sword to move for a good reason (example: evil creatures are going to destroy where it is currently being held, and the sword is powerless to stop them without a wielder), but even then, the sword's pride might be too much.

It's a holy flaming sword with a nasty ego and a bunch of cool powers. I can't decide if I want it to let the user Fly with gold dragon wings a few times per day, transform into a gold dragon, summon a gold dragon, or if I want the sword itself to transform into a gold dragon (or a combination of those). The dragon on the hilt can unleash seven fireballs a day (maximized, extended, heightened, etc. Every metamagic feat), but each time it lets one loose, one of the large rubies on the blade and pommel grows dim.

In the most dire situation, the sword can crush the ruby in its mouth and unleash a devastating blast of equal parts holy, sonic, and fire energy for half a mile centered around the sword (enough so that only the most powerful beings would be sure to survive), but doing so utterly destroys the sword, and the sould of the gold dragon inside departs for the afterlife (minus its memories), and nothing can restore it.

...Needs a little work. ^_^;;

Neon Light 1

Wed, 04 Jul 2012 14:25:13 PDT

Ok, first off. IM SO FUCKING HAPPY WITH HOW THIS CAME OUT, i didn't think that my idea would be so perfect >//w//< OK, so what i did was this. i found a base with hair, then it had to only have 2 colors for the shading in both hair and skin, and i outlined EVERYTHING with a bold color, in this case lime green, neon green, whatever one you want to call it. and i used white and black for the sharp contrast of the shading.

I know. This idea was most likely done a thousand times before, but i wanted to give it a shot. and i fucking love it... I just hope that the base maker isn't all too mad at me fr not really editing the base to make a character '^-^ but i had to get this idea out of my head, or it would have never left and would have stated to haunt my dreams XD.

>.> and yes. this was just and idea test thing, so this is not an offical OC of mine, she was just the girl on the base XD

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Yea, Though I walk....

Sat, 25 Apr 2009 11:08:09 PDT

Had to post story in two parts.

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Beyond the ..I'm sorry Shamaness but..could you be anymore fucking vague! " Frost saw the looks on the faces of the others and knew he spoke for them as well.

" I'm sorry Private Frost I don't have time to explain it all now as we will be leaving any second now." Shamaness eyed him like she would an annoying child.

"I'm sorry but I ain't going nowhere without knowing what I'm walking into..especially not on the word of a..."

" Dude!!" Saxon elbowed Frost." I think it's too late for that now,we're already there.Wherever that is."

" What the hell are you talking..holy shit..how..I didn't feel anything..oh this is just fucking peachy !"

They were standing on what looked like a mountain tourist look out spot. Stairs went up to a path into the dense dark woods rising up to peak of the mountain behind and above them,another path led off to the left of the concrete platform to a suspension bridge which led to a domed glass structure atop of a massive multi-storied building that looked like it was part of the mountain itself angling down it's side getting wider towards the outcrop on which it stood. Below that there was still thousands of feet before the base of the mountain itself. To the right of them there was a steep staircase that went down to a platform and what looked like a small sitting area and entrance a few levels down from the glass dome. Down at the massive complex's base there appeared to be a security wall and guard towers and a platform that descended to an underground facility or parking area. They could make out figures, some humanoid others unknown, dashing about in and out of the shadows but could not be certain as to what they were from their incredibly high vantage point.

The scene that greeted them,stretching out from the base of the mountain gave them to say the least great concern.What appeared to be a once thriving metropolis now a post apocalyptic nightmare.Ruined and deformed and transformed buildings,debris strewn and ripped up streets, craters and wide chasms.A dirty orange layer of pollution and dust hung above and around the towers that still stood and warm winds blew continuously between the buildings street level.The sky itself tumultuous,energy flashing and growling rolling sounds could be seen and heard within the bile yellow of the angry clouds.It's post nuclear explosion look however did not mean the city was dead and deserted,far from it.

In the sky hideous rotting flesh strewn bird-like creatures swooped and attacked hunting for food, humanoid beings flew with wings of feather, flesh,and with mechanical aid that was apart of them now. There were also reptilian creatures like snakes and dragons some with riders some without.The weirdest were the sea creature..giant whales, sharks, octopus or that's what they reminded them of..some with structures attached to them and beings controlling and dwelling on them..some just totally screwed up with all sorts of deformities and foreign things now truly a part of them.All seemingly from what could only have been from the ocean,that was encroaching on the furthest limits of the city,the water foul with gods knows what and alive with equally unknown life forms.In the streets there were giant creature fighting each other and human size beings,packs of dog like creatures running and hunting,people or beings running to and fro trying to stay in the open the least as possible. Guns and screams could be heard, the cries of unknown inhabitants as well,and other creatures. It was a nightmare cesspool of destruction,death,and survival..whether man made or nature at it's most twisted..not one soldier or soul amongst them hoped they had to set foot in that fucked up place.

" Where the fuck have you brought us Techno-Shaman !!!"Frost turned on Sersi.

" Abraxas sent us here,not I soldier,and as like you I have never left my own physical plane of existence before I do not know where "here" is." She looked daggers at him." All I know "Private" is that we are now alive and breathing in another plane of existence that should have torn us apart as we do not belong here no were never meant to be or see here..and this existences myriad and infinite dimensions and universes and life.Abraxas changed us so we could exist here,that I know,and this is where we need to begin our quest.I also know the longer we stay here the more the changes made to us become permanent so the sooner we begin the better."

" And what is our "Quest" Shamaness? " Asagawa asked politely,though somewhat forced politeness." We may not have a choice to be here or not but we do need to know what the hell we are meant to be doing."

" Yes,and if everyone would pay attention,and give me a little breathing space.."again looking daggers at Frost "I shall tell you."

" Please do Shamaness Sersi,there shall be no interruptions,will there Frost?" Henderson gave a "please !!!" look to him to which he simply nodded.

" Very well then I'll be as brief and to the point as my own limited knowledge allows." Sersi looked around at them all whilst she spoke.

"Abraxas opened the doorway for us in The Veil so that we may find and hopefully rescue two humans..you may have knowledge of them as patient fifteen and her newborn son. Her name is Lacey and her son is Brandon. Yes she is listed as dead, but what was left behind was just her flesh..she lives still..as does her son, the only difference being his body was never found. You do not have this information as the hospital's records were corrupted. Both were believed taken for whatever reason by agents of the goddess of legend known as Gaia..this much Abraxxas has been able to "see". They were "chosen" it appears to aid in whatever design Gaia has. Abraxas cannot find out exactly what Gaia intends as she exists in yet another state of existence different to ours and the Veil we've just passed through..but he does know she is behind at least the initial events of what took place at the rehabilitation centre.There were other forces at work too..at least two others..yet they kept their identities totally masked..even from one as powerful as Abraxas.They and possibly others were responsible for the escalation of the dimensional eruptions and horror that followed both The Herald and the two agents of Gaia. Whatever the reason for their abduction it is imperative that they be found and brought back..or at least kept from Gaia."

" I say kept from Gaia as it came to Abraxas' attention that the mother Lacey crossed over into this plane of existence today our time..her son is also believed to be here..but also believed to still be with Gaia..so of his presence we cannot be certain. Either way we must find the mother..and then if we have to cross over into Gaia's plane and free the son..or at last resorts..kill them."

"We do not know her exact location.." she continued " ..however Abraxas has sent the sisters to accompany us and they can sense her or the boy, the direction they are traveling, and we will follow and catch up to them by that means alone. Unfortunately neither sister can simply open a portal here so we have to find the dimensional doorways that will lead us to Lacey and Brandon.They will however help us any other way they can to complete our quest. "

The others noticed for the first time the silent figures of the two sisters who simply just returned their gazes in acknowledgment. The one with the daggers in her eye sockets made them all nervous..especially Henderson and Rhodes..who both knew about what she did to two soldiers mere hours before.They decided not to tell the others as to not make them more nervous than they already were of her.

" Now to begin we are to meet the others I believe down in this buildings underground loading dock and parking garage." Sersi said.

" Meet who..?" DMC Chief Military Paranormal Police Investigator Willis asked obviously as in the dark as the others.

" Abraxas assumed we need supplies,ammunition, and transport as well as experienced back up..so he acquired a off world Dimensional Marine Recon squad apparently about to leave for a long term mission and brought them here." Sersi looked at Willis a little embarrassed. " Apparently it might be in our best interest and theirs to reach them as quickly as possible as they'll have no knowledge as to where they are or what's happened to them as they were sleeping through the lengthy journey they were originally undertaking to the unexplored regions of Earth's latest discovered dimensional corridor. So lets just say they may be a little rattled when they awake here."

" What Recon Squad in particular? Did Abraxas find that out whilst hijacking them? We can call them..let them know what's going on before they start shooting this place up trying to find a way home. " Willis asked looking a wee bit pissed at this latest bit of news.

" It was a black op's team apparently..highly experienced and impressive I believe..known as the.."

" Zombie Squad?" Frost asked.

" Yes..something like that." Sersi answered.

" Fucking great..all we need." Frost looked to Willis who was equally concerned." Bunch of mercenary suicide adrenaline junkies suffering from dimensional exposure sickness.If this place don't kill us they certainly will."

" Abraxas would not have chosen them if they were a danger to the quest." Shamaness Sersi looked unsure of herself for the first time.

" I hope you are right Shamaness." Chief Willis stared her down."For Frost isn't exaggerating. Zombie squad is certifiable every last one through dimensional sickness and drug abuse, they only take and are sent on missions with high one way predictions."

" Then they'll be right at home on this mission." Sersi replied rather testily feeling chided by the others. " Needless to say you won't oppose to their ample supplies and fire power once this mission is underway,which suggest I it does right now before the inhabitants of this place realize we are here."

" Before we do is there anything else we need to know that you may have omitted to tell us Shamaness? "Willis eyed her with a telepath's eyes."I don't like last minute surprises."

" Scan me if you must Chief Investigator but I promise you the only surprises you'll receive will come courtesy of this world..not me.Now I suggest we make our way down to the sitting area on that platform below otherwise,from what I sense about that glass dome,we might encounter one of those surprises you dislike so much."

A piercing scream was heard from within the dome a second later followed by a guttural roar. Willis looked back to the Shamaness and she was smiling to herself as her guards were tending to her in preparation to carry her and her chair down the steep stairs. Willis signaled the others to begin the descent. The Sisters were already waiting for them down below..she didn't even sense them move.She was really beginning to get a bad feeling about this.

Once all were down the team went into action assuming assigned positions acting like a veteran unit not one thrown together a few hours ago. The Chief and the Shamaness were flanked by Sersi's vampire guards with Private's Damphous and Barker watching their six. Saxon and Frost were on point as usual, the rest of the team this time including the two Lieutenants awaiting their signal to move in, the enigmatic Sisters were flanking the entrance along with Frost and Saxon. Daggers as Frost was beginning to think of her was standing next to him.Trust Saxon to get the cute one he thought to himself.

" Ladies first ?" He asked her. She just motioned with her right hand for him to go first." OK..just being a gentleman.Saxon where's your manners..ask the lady geez."

" Frost save the charm for someone without taste and get your ass in there already." Rodriguez called to him."We ain't gettin any younger you know."

"With a face like yours Sarge I can't ever picture you being young." Frost shot back playfully then with a quick look to Saxon stepped in through the shattered door frame careful not to cut himself on the bits of glass still attached. Saxon moved in a second later. They scanned from side to side, their weapon mounted lights illuminating the dark corners, finding nothing of immediate concern. Just a security counter and waiting room, chairs and tables smashed, littered with garbage and crap. Nothing special.

They shone their lights down the partially lit hall revealing a closed door on the right and a security door at the end. He signaled to Saxon to flank the door. He opened the door and put his back to the wall as they waited a second as it swung open inwards to see if something would come flying out. Nothing did.He put the business end of his mini-gun through which had a sneak camera mounted underneath and could see nothing when the image appeared on his helmets H.U.D. He shrugged at Saxon who shrugged back then swung into the room, Frost instantly covering him and entering after him. There was nothing out of the ordinary just an office in disarray and neglect. They turned and went back into the hall.

Frost closed the door behind him and a scream came from behind it long scratching sound followed as if someone dragged their nails right down its entire length.Frost opened it quickly again shoving it along with his foot yet it met no resistance.It was also pitch black inside the room unlike before..even their torches could not penetrate it.It was also freezing. Saxon motioned for him to close the door and back away which right now seemed like a very good idea to him. Something about this was setting off alarm bells in his head chilling him to the bone. He closed the door and it immediately swung open again ,this time the room was not empty, nor was it a room anymore.

" Oh Lord.." Saxon whispered. Frost just stood transfixed..could not tear his eyes away from what he was seeing..his very soul touched and awash with pain, despair, terror and insanity. A dark world stretched out before them, harsh biting cold winds swept the desolate landscape, rays of azure light pierced the fetid angry clouds and marched across the surface briefly illuminating what it touched.They showed a track or road of some sort, dust sweeping across it's surface,or as a flake landed on Frost's finger would reveal,only appeared to be dust but was actually human skin. The light then fell across the side of the road, then up what appeared at first to be a post,then revealed it's true horror.It was an inverted cross and nailed to it was a young boy,his flesh cracked and peeling,his clothes blood stained and torn.was that a straight jacket?..His feet covered in maggots which were in turn being picked off and eaten by what appeared to be crows. His face a crimson mask of dried blood streaked with dirt and tears..his eyes and mouth open in a harrowed soul scream.Spikes,cruel thick steel,were embedded in his shins,his stomach,his throat and shoulders.His arms pinned behind his back already in the straight jacket. He pleaded silently with his eyes as he could not stop his screaming to speak. Then the lights revealed more,different yet all like him,crucified..along both sides of the road stretching it's length far as the eye could see.A number,whispered by a thousand tortured souls, seared itself into both Saxon's and Frost's minds..13..Then the boy alone it seemed spoke to them."Go.."he whispered "..close the door and run before they sense you."

Saxon reached out and with all his might struggled to close the door..finally doing so only by leaning all the way back.Frost still frozen to the spot not moving to help his friend. The boys voice speaking one last time to him ." Never forget.."The door slammed shut, Saxon crashed to the floor and Frost snapped out of his trance like state. He helped Saxon up.

" What was that ?" Saxon asked still in shock." Was that Hell ?"

" I don't know mate..I'm not sure Hell even exists. One thing for sure..wherever it was, whatever it was,I don't ever want to see it again.It was a warning that's for sure and no matter what I ain't ever opening that fucking door again."

" Frost? Saxon? "Henderson's voice startled them over their com units."What's the hold up? Is it clear or not ?"

" It's clear.." Frost replied shrugging at Saxon." Come on in we'd welcome the company. We're just about to crack open door number two"

" What was behind door number one that took so long?" Henderson asked.

" Nothing special..moving in now.You guys coming or not?" Frost made a show of moving towards the security door at the halls end.

" Right behind you Frost ."Henderson replied. She signaled the others in then when Lieutenant Rhodes stopped next to her she knew what he was going to ask her and said."Yes he sounded like he's hiding something..sounded pretty spooked."

" Just keep an eye on him.I think he'll tell us if and when he's ready."Rhodes put a hand on her shoulder as if to reassure her."For all his rough edges I'm one hundred percent sure if there were any danger to us he'd tell us straight away..or shoot first then tell us."

" Well looks like he and Saxon have got the door open.Shall we join them?"Henderson smiled and Rhodes signaled her to lead the way.

Frost and Saxon did not face the new section alone this time as they were joined by Rodriguez and Skaarsgard. It was a larger corridor and L-shaped in the left direction.Lights were flickering on and off and the walls showed signs of struggle, gunfire and death.Blood,filth, holes,and even claw marks decorated the walls and plants and vines seemed to be growing down through holes in the ceiling.Bugs ran in groups in and out of the holes and noises could be heard above and in the walls.Scurrying,scratching..voices..some close some faint.They tried to ignore them.There were doors but up to the corner every one of them were locked or barred,though noises said they weren't all empty.

Saxon and Frost rounded the corner first scanning their torches over ceiling,walls and floor then signaled clear to Rodriguez and Skaarsgard who told the others to move in.The corridor decor continued in it's unsavory nature,yet not all the doors were not closed and barred,and they could certainly hear they were not alone.A scurrying sound and a gurgle and giggle suddenly drew their eyes to a open doorway about halfway down and the floor in front of it.Frost edged closer and aimed his mini gun and its torch towards the sound and stopped in amazement at the sight before his eyes.A wee little baby face laughed and gurgled at him from a body of a larvae with four human arms and hands,an armour like segmented plated back with ornate yet functional machine parts, and an armoured cowl running up partially wrapping around it's head running down it's neck and joining it's back. Then through the doorway ,flinching a little from the light,a strange yet beautiful human like female face,with an ornate head dress growing out of her forehead slithered quickly out into view.She had the torso and arms of a human woman yet the body of a caterpillar without the hair or stingers and three pairs of pincer like legs and after which her body became more slug like. She had armour shell like pieces along her back and torso. She looked at Frost and the others fearfully and went to pick up what was obviously her baby. Yet instead of using her hands her throat opened,spread itself wide,and a black worm like tube attached itself to the rear of the baby's larvae body and lifted it and withdrew it into her throat leaving only it's still laughing head exposed. She hissed at them and disappeared quickly back into the room and slammed the door.

" Well that was sweet..happy families amongst all this shit."Rodriguez said." Maybe this place won't be so bad after all,weird and messed up yeah,but maybe not so bad."

"Don't bet on it Sarge."Frost said quietly." Moving on.."

Rodriguez looked at Frost then Saxon and Saxon gave him a look to let it go. Rodriguez nodded but was concerned at the sudden quietness of the usual gung-ho Frost and his sidekick Saxon. He followed them quietly signaling the others to follow with care.

They reached the end of the corridor without incident yet noises from many sources could be heard. There was an elevator ahead of them and to the right of it a door marked "Stairs". To the left a dead end and a open room. A soft unidentifiable sound was coming from it and strange intermittent shadows played along the wall between the beams of hazy dusty light.

" Should we check it out buddy ?" Saxon asked Frost.

" I'd rather not..but just to be on the safe side.." He turned to Rodriguez."After you Sarge."

" Why not,it's been a while since I got to shoot something." He slapped Frost on the back and put his business face on."Lieutenant Rhodes hang tight whilst we check a possible out."

" Will do Sergeant.Let us know what you find." Rhodes answered." Rickersby and Asagawa move up and cover the elevator."

The three Marines moved swiftly and silently to the doorway. Rodriguez checked his weapon then gave them the signal to move. Frost flew to the dead end wall and aimed inside,Rodriguez crouched down low and using the door frame as a leaning post swung in and Saxon walked in bold as brass..and nearly puked on Rodriguez.

" What the fuck..???" Rodriguez said to himself.

The sight was so extreme,so vile and unimaginable,that they new it had to be real for they knew they couldn't in a million years and in their worst nightmares dream such a sight. A dance hall,judging by the revolving and intermittently strobing lights,lit the scene giving it a surreal and disturbingly beautiful feel..despite it's vile happenings. Mutilated bodies..humanoid,animal and other were hung from, nailed to, and mounted on the ceiling walls and floor.There must have been at least twenty to thirty. Bloodied, flayed, torn open, missing limbs.Organs hanging out or stretched and arranged placed in places they were never supposed to be. All joined together with stitched ropes of skin,soldered in places,wrapped with chains and sewn with barbed wired or connected to the next by a arm into a mouth, finger into eye socket..and worse.Strands of saliva,mucus,blood,excrement hung from and washed over the obscenity giving it a glistening sheen. The most shocking to the senses was that the twitching,the garbled and gurgling sounds,the muffled groaning ,could only mean the impossible.They were all still alive.

Then music softly began to play..classical music. It was called "The Blue Danube" Rodriguez somehow knew.Then three children came dancing out from the shadows,the eldest eleven then about seven the next and three the youngest.Two girls and a toddler boy each dressed in blood drenched and bile encrusted clown suits.Smiling,laughing, waltzing and twirling,grabbing instruments,weapons and twisted tools of torture from a stainless steel trolley.They danced around the horrific nightmare tapestry of living flesh, adding misery to pain to madness,sculpting their twisted work of art.

" Hey Frost!"Rickersby called out." What's keeping you guys ?"

The Children stopped and turned hearing herand their faces broke out in big smiles. Their eyes insane,cold,soul destroying.

" Oh shit.." Frost whispered to himself.

" Hello there."The eldest girl said lyrically."Have you come to help us with our school art project?"

" Sorry..um..no..um..we were just watching you." Saxon stammered." Didn't mean to disturb you. We'll let you get back to it.We'll just go now OK ?" he said slowly backing away.

" Oh no..please stay." The seven year old girl pleaded sending chills down their spines."Please stay and help us. More hands the lighter the workload mummy used to say."

" We couldn't really..not an artistic bone in our bodies.We wouldn't want to ruin your work."Saxon said almost out through the door.

" Oh pweez.." the little boy said.." if you can't cweate with us,at least stay and be a part of the..the.."

" Experience." The eldest girl said coldly."Participation is key..it is performance art after all."

" Fuck it." Frost said smiling and walking into the room." I'll join in."

" Frost!!..what the fuck man???" Rodriguez asked totally stunned. Frost just smiled.

" That's the spirit!!"Laughed the seven year old.

" Indeed.." Frost smiled at her as a tear slipped down his cheek..and he squeezed the mini gun's trigger..ripping her to shreds. His tears flowed as he the eldest girl joined her artwork in so many ways..and he shook violently as the little boy simply stared in stunned silence at the smoking triple barrels pointed at his head. He fell to his knees in front of the boy..his little bottom lip quivering.. wracked with revulsion and sorrow he took the boy's head in his hands and twisted it violently swift round to the left ,and upon hearing the crack,let the boy drop and howled in deepest darkest pain.

Rodriguez and Saxon,though both in shock,ran to his side..yet he just stared and cried not even registering them there.Consumed by guilt and horror and disgust .The entire team was now in the room,horrified by the sight of the still twitching art work,disturbed and scared by and for Frost.The Sisters entered the room,the one with the daggers for eyes went straight for Frost..whilst the other told everyone to leave and wait outside.Except for Saxon they all did.

" Do not fear Saxon..my sister will help your friend."Ankh as they were all beginning to refer to her as said as she gently coaxed him from Frost's side and escorted him out.Dagger then removed the cross and chaos ceremonial knives from her eye sockets and buried one into Frost's head and one into his heart.

" Find peace within human..heal thyself." She whispered to him and kissed his tears. She surveyed the horror around her with a cold detachment and looked into the insanity of the still living tapestry. Frost fell silent.She sighed as the knives dematerialised and then rematerialised in her eye sockets.She bent down and with one hand picked Frost up and carried him into the hall outside and passed him to Saxon, whilst the others looked at her wanting to know yet too scared to ask what she had done.She took a grenade from his utility belt,released the pin,and nonchalantly tossed it into the room where it fell down into the midst of the horrific school project.

" Fire in the hole!"called Rickersby and they all fell back to the main corridor,all except Dagger who for a second was engulfed in a flash ball of fire.She didn't flinch,didn't move,just watched the room and all in it burn. Then a minute later turned and walked to the elevator and the flames blinked out leaving not a mark on her.She looked to the others and then at Frost.

" He will awaken in a few minutes and be fine." she said answering their unspoken question.

" What happened to him that made him react like that ?" Chief Inspector Willis asked .

" He I believe as from the glimpses I saw and the raw feeling from his soul which I touched had recently,along with Saxon,stared into the ancient Darkness..and unlike Saxon was touched by it.Something saw him and reached and connected with him.The Darkness left a taint in his soul and it played on his thoughts and heart.He was then forced to do something which was abhorrent to him..murder children."

" Now wait a second those weren't children I was there." Rodriguez looked around to the others then Saxon."So was Saxon.They were monsters not children."

" You are mistaken Sergeant." She calmly replied."They were indeed children,normal innocent children ripped and twisted through events not of their making or choice torn from their intended path. They were as much victims as those they tortured,maybe even more so,and Frost saw that as he spoke with them..and though it tore him apart to do so he did what needed to be done to set them free." She paused as if in silent musing."With this action though he suffered horrendous guilt and doubt,he feared that the darkness had used him as a puppet,or had corrupted him.How else could he have committed such an unforgivable atrocity?.He feared what he was capable of and what he in his mind thought he had become.He suffered a emotional breakdown of guilt,fear, horror and self-hatred and was spiraling down into insanity on the verge of losing himself.I only just brought him back in time."

" Will he recover..emotionally I mean."Saxon asked." I mean he won't relapse or torture himself over what he did.."

" He will recover and will be able to live with what has transpired. However,he will bear scars that maybe over time will heal completely or continue from time to time reopen and bleed.It's ultimately up to him." She saw the look on Saxon's face and added "Though the darkness touch will stay with him and play on him from time to time he should over time with the aid of those close to him be more his normal self."

" Could you have saved the children like you have Frost ?" Saxon asked what he believed the others might be thinking." Could they have been saved ?"

" Honestly,I don't believe so." She appeared uncomfortable answering.Sad even."I simply awaken,enlighten..show those I touch the truth within their souls.Sometimes it brings them peace and they continue to live with renewed purpose the life intended them,sometimes they cannot live with what I have shown them and sink into madness, their minds shut down or they choose to end their life.I can heal beings physically,I can show them the truth,what happens next is up to them." She looked to her sister then back to Saxon after her sister silently agreed with her."I believe the children would not have emotionally been able to come to terms with what they had done,at the very least their minds would have shut down to protect them,or madness would've claimed them possibly leading them to become monsters once again. Most likely they would've killed themselves not being able to live with the truth and what they had done. Frost sacrificed himself so they would not have to."

" Thank you..for saving him " Saxon said to her.

" You're welcome.."She seemed a little taken aback as if it was the first time anyone had thanked her. She looked down at the floor then to her sister.A look of concern crossed her face then..

" No.." Ankh moved swiftly to grab her sister but was thrown back by an incredible force. A tumultuous sound deafened the others momentarily ,though those with combat helmets were less affected due to their inbuilt sonic dampeners,and were knocked to their knees.Their eyes ,however,were not effected.The elevator doors shimmered then parted and a hot,foul,wind blew through assaulting their senses making them gag and for some make their eyes water.A mist of sickly green,pulsing and glowing, rolled out and lapped at them like some sea of bile.The interior of the elevator continued to transform until,at least to the naked eye,it was no longer there replaced by another place altogether. A dark forest,humid,the mist swirling around and through the trees,and within the darkness a presence..movement.

A white wolf strode with confidence,majestic in it's lean yet powerful physique,cold and malevolent in it's stare.It eyed the soldiers with seeming indifference,gave a quizzical look at the Shamaness and snarled a warning at her vampire guards.Then with a swiftness barely within register of the naked eye pinned the sister referred too by the others as Ankh to the floor. She struggled yet soon realised it was in vain. As this happened a snake like creature with a horned goat/serpent hybrid head,and insect like legs near the head rose from the mist and coiled around the seemingly frozen in place Dagger.She made only a slight sound..a sound of true fear.

Saxon rose to his feet and quick drew his automatic side-arm and pointed it at the snake things head. It eyed him in defiance as if daring him to take a shot. Rodriguez stood up and joined him weapon aimed and face steel determination.

" Ahh..the heroes arise.." A ice cold whisper drifted from within the darkness of the forest. "How quaint."

" Why don't you show yourself coward and we'll show you just how "quaint" we truly are !" Rodriguez snarled.

Laughter was the answer he received.

" Yeah..fuck you too!" Rodriguez said under his breath and fired his weapon blowing the snake things head clean off." Laugh at that motherfucker"

" Cut off one head and another shall take it's place." the voice a little louder replied sounding quite amused. " Hydra's are resilient like that ..see another has taken it's place already. "

" Shit..well doesn't matter.." Rodriguez laughed a little "cause we've got plenty of bullets."

" I like you." the voice replied "A shame I do not have the luxury of time to play and get to know you better.Alas,no rest for the wicked as they say.So as much as it pains me to do so.."

Rodriguez exploded..his scattering meat and fluids a split second later frozen mid flight,then to stunned horror began disintegrating into a plasma like substance which then began to shimmer then in a flash of blinding light took form and the owner of the mocking voice stood amongst them and smiled.

"Excuse me.." She said and with a slight gesture sent them all flying back further down the main corridor. She stood about nine feet tall, dressed in ceremonial black armour and robes with gold and white trim. Despite her obvious power she appeared soft of skin,lithe,and young. She exposed of her face all bar her eyes which were blindfolded,the blindfold featuring an inverted cross in its center, plain white trimmed satin material falling down the sides of her face.Above the blindfold appeared to be a large head peace,or more accurately,a crown of thorns.A living, moving intertwining crown of thorns.

She tilted her head to the left then up,as if listening to something, then smiled coldly to herself.The intertwining thorn branches began to grow, snake out, expand in all directions..touching and exploring,then a few branches twisted around each other creating two thorn spikes.One shot up to the ceiling just a few feet behind her the other at her left near the top of the wall. Two hideous screams of pain rang out followed by exploding sounds,two large splashes and the smell of blood,two thuds and shattering sounds.She walked towards the sisters,her thorns still fanning out behind her forming a barricade of sorts,the two spikes unfurling and dripping blood depositing a black dessicated object in each of her hands.She looked at the hearts in disgust and crushed them with ease into dust.She looked at Dagger.

" I've never understood the attraction of Vampires."She dusted her hands off."Vile creatures."

" Razakel..??" Ankh whispered.

" In the flesh.."She replied."..and may I say how lovely it is to see you Suriel,you're looking good.Too bad I'm only here for Ariel."

" Why ?"Suriel asked her voice mixed with fear and anger." What do you want from her ?"

" I want nothing of her..my Lords on the other hand do."

" Your Lords ?"Suriel,Ankh's real name,asked." Who..??"

" Not your concern."She turned to the wolf."Shaitan my friend time to go."

" You can't take her.I won't let you!!"Suriel cried.

" Shaitan.." azakel sighed."..give Suriel a kiss will you,she seems a little stressed.Oh and Surial..do not try to follow us or you will never see Arial again."

" If you harm her.." Surial threatened

" You misunderstand .." Razakel spoke as if a parent correcting a child."..it's not Arial who will come to harm but you. Continue with whatever it is you are here to do,and before you know it you shall see your dear sister again."

Suriel looked to Ariel who nodded.She then lay quiet looking away from Razakel.Shaitan licked her face and she could not move.

" Shaitan it's time." Razakel beckoned the wolf then looked at the soldiers still held back by her thorns,their actions and words silenced by the barrier yet they could still see and hear all."Do not mourn your friend,not all you see is real all the time.Eyes tell lies from time to time.Just like you do to yourselves and each other so you can sleep at night."With that she was gone,the mist began to Withdraw..and Sergeant Rodriguez prone form was uncovered in it's wake.The chime of the elevator,it's doors closing then opening again,signaled the return of normalcy,and reactions and emotions delayed finally released.

Skaarsgard,the field medic,ran to Rodriguez and examined him."He's alive..not a fucking scratch on him.Sonofabitch is just sleeping."He laughed."Bugger me if I can explain it though."

" It must've just been all an illusion like that woman said.Right ?" Damphous looked to Sersi,then getting a non commital look from her,to the others." She didn't kill him at all..just made us think we saw him torn apart."

"She killed him."surial said quietly."She did it for necessity,for show ,and a warning to you all."

"Then why is he ..?" Damphous asked.

" His death served it's purpose providing the material she needed to be able to exist in this reality,and when she had no more use for it she restored it to it's original state and existence. She also meant it when she said she liked him.

"Why did she come for your sister..Ariel ?"Henderson asked." Was it something to do with our mission? Is it something to do with this ancient Darkness that apparently Saxon and Frost looked into..and failed to mention? Is this Razakel an agent of one of the other threats Abraxas mentioned? How does she know you and.."

" SILENCE!!!"Suriel broke her usual perfectly calm visage." I don't have all the answers.Arial has been taken, my sister.., I need time to think..so please give me a moment to myself. "

" I'm sorry.." Henderson didn't think of Suriel's anguish for her sister before she started drilling her and now felt bad.

" I shall go scout the next floor down,gather my thoughts..and await you there." Suriel said quietly and dismissive."Use the elevator,it is safe now and fast."

" Where do you think you are going ?" Sersi complained."With the killing of my guards ..."

" I am not your bodyguard Shamaness..nor do I answer to you!"Suriel turned to look directly in the old woman's eyes."We also both know you aren't as incapable of defending yourself as you would like everyone here to believe."With that,and the satisfaction of seeing first outrage then nervousness cross the Techno-Shamans face Surial phased and disappeared down through the floor.

Everyone was looking at Sersi silently asking her what Suriel's last comment truly meant. Sersi squirmed a little and was truly relieved when Frost spoke .

" I thought they couldn't do that shit here ?"Frost asked, sounding a little groggy."You know..portals and teleportin..that sorta stuff ?"

" Good to see you with us again Frost."Sersi poured on the charm happy for the distraction he caused."They can't as far as we know..however what she just did wasn't either,she Phased,changed her physical structure to allow her to pass through solid matter and like a ghost go down to the next level.Which I suggest we all do.Sooner we join the team awaiting us and leave this place the better."

" Amen to that." Frost said."So..um..somebody gonna tell me what the fuck's been happening.I mean..you all look like shit."

Though questions,suspicions,and doubts that needed to be aired went without attention, the Marines fell into their experience and training, and put everything aside to continue their mission. Having the more outspoken and jovial Frost back,and also a conscious and living Rodriguez, helped keep a little positive morale..though in their private thoughts especially those of Willis Rhodes and Henderson.They all knew this mission was looking more and more like one giant mistake and probable death sentence. As the doors closed and the elevator began to descend even the Shamaness showed a hint of fear.

Rhodes broke the silence by doing the only thing he knew how to do..taking charge and giving orders. It did the trickeven he felt better.The elevator came to a stop and Rhodes pressed the "stop" button to prevent the doors from opening."You all know what to do ?"They all signaled affirmative." Good.Chief Willis anything you can sense ..?"

" This whole place is one mind field Lieutenant..there's too much static for me to give any sort of clear heads up I'm afraid." Willis looked to Sersi who just shook her head.

" I can't sense Suriel and she's supposed to be here waiting for us." Willis said after trying again.

" She'll show up when she's ready I'm sure." Sersi spoke not doing a good job of hiding that she at this moment was glad that Suriel wasn't there.

" Right then,the old fashioned way it is then." Rhodes said."No heroics people."He released the doors and a corridor littered with rubbish and debris greeted them,half in darkness and hazy with smoke, and the sound of many feet running from the right hand side off shoot corridor. Damphous,Sergeant Boddicker,Ritchards and Kyoto swiftly moved out and two to a side crouched down behind debris and aimed their weapons whilst Florentino and Rickersby tried doors to the six rooms facing each other along their corridor.Doors locked they sidled the walls silently till they could sneak a look around the corners of the intersecting corridors to see if they could get a bearing and a clue of where and what was making that noise which was becoming louder by the second. Rickersby could not see anything along the left as it was totally blacked out. Florentino however could see shadows dancing at the end of his corridor as if from fires burning around the turn into another corridor.Smoke plumed forth following an explosion and debris and running creatures followed.He flattened back against the wall inside their corridor and signaled the others to get ready.Rickersby dropped back a little but could still see the creatures.

White,almost anorexic,dressed in rags and bleeding three human like figures ran for their lives.Human like because on closer inspection of their faces through the zoom on her assault rifle targeting scope showed they had reptilian eyes,no noses,and mouths full of rows of jagged sharp teeth.More importantly was the fear in their eyes showed they were not a threat. The threat turned the corner running,correction ,threats.Organized, moving like a military unit in formation,at least ten strong. Dressed in black long coats,white cross insignia of some kind on the right chest area of the coats,black pants tucked into knee high boots,and armed with an array of guns,swords and knives,maces on chains and ornate balls on chains filled with fire being swung.Their faces covered fully by black " gimp" masks with white crosses on their foreheads.Only three seemed to be concentrating on the running trio, the other kicking doors open and firing into them..screams of dying creatures unseen filled the corridor.Rickersby tensed and took aim.The three running humanoids sensed or spotted her and instead of running past her changed direction and ran up the continuation of their corridor instead.Two of their jack booted pursuers followed them,the third stopped before the intersection and seemed to look straight at her, then dropped to a crouch and acted as if it was sniffing the air.

It rose up and spoke in a hushed tone to the others who stopped what they were doing immediately and seemed to also be trying to peer into the shadows where she hid.The leader stared right at her and spoke clear,loud and with disgust." Demons..".It raised it's gun swiftly and fired at her grazing her helmet on the left causing her to flinch as she fired. Her shot went wide..and the jack boots went into action.Two of them dashed across the intersection firing wildly tearing up the wall above her head whilst two others spun a swiftly threw the fire bombs into the corridor one landing and exploding near Kyoto and Damphous momentarily blinding them and setting the debris on the floor on fire. The second colliding with Sergeant Boddicker setting him ablaze with just it's touch then blowing his legs to ashes. He screamed as he fell but mercifully was dead in seconds.The fire quickly spread up the debris and threatened to cut off those in the corridor from the elevator. Kyoto pulled a cannister from her cargo side pocket and threw it into the blaze where it exploded and released a rapid acting fire retardant foam. It didn't put it all out but put out enough and prevented it spreading.

Ritchards was edging his way along the wall,ducking then firing trying to get to the pinned down Florentino and Rickersby. He took out one of the two that had run across the intersection and had Florentino pinned down giving Florentino a chance to take out the other. Rickersby took advantage of the split second distraction to take out another and fall back to Ritchards position.They opened up to full auto cutting down two more of the jack booted gimps. Ritchards called out to Florentino to get his ass back.Kyoto and Damphous moved forward their side to give him extra cover.Florentino fired blindly round the corner one last time,turned his head to look back to the others,at the exact same time as the round spiked mace whipped round the corner on it's long chain smashing his head against the wall,one spike smashing his visor sending fragments into his eyes.The mace fell away and was drawn back around the corner as the others fired blowing away chunks of plaster and floor near where it had appeared from.Florentino slumped against the wall as Kyoto moved forward to pull him to safety.Before she could the mace whipped around again and smashed full into his face crushing his skull inwards.

Damphous threw a grenade into the corridor and three Jack Boots in different states of dismemberment went sailing through the intersection.To Rickersby's count,except for the two that chased the creatures,that should account for all of them.She and Damphous carefully checked the corridor where the Jack Boots were and the other two directions.They as far as they could tell were clear.

" You kids can come out and play now if you like." she called back.

" Shit." Frost looked at Florentino then at the charred remains of Sergeant Boddicker."It should've been me and Saxon out here,not them. We're the point guys."

" From now on Frosty it's all yours."Damphous said.

" You did good man .."Frost said as a glint caught the corner of his eye.The glint being a fire bomb sailing mid arc through the air from where the two jack boots had chased the creatures." Incoming ..!!!" he yelled pushing Damphous into the elevator and diving behind a debris pile. The others scattered and dove for cover as best they could. The bomb exploded taking Barker's head with it.Bullets tore up the corridor walls sending plaster raining down all over.

Henderson and Rhodes were the first to recover and returned fire cutting down two Jack Boots who were trying to take advantage of the confusion of the blast.To their horror they saw not only six or more straight across from them but at least another thirty moving in on them from the flanking corridors.

" Saxon, Rodriguez,Frost!!Front and center give us covering fire! " Henderson yelled. " Asagawa,Kyoto grenades now !"

The mini guns roared into action tearing up the walls and a few Jack Boots in a three way crossfire. Asagawa and Kyoto yelled " fire in the hole "simultaneously as two grenades sailed into the flanking corridors. Explosions erupted with a soundtrack of screams and a aerial display of body parts.Two more grenades sailed through the smoke and dust straight into the facing corridor instantly taking out the three Jack Boots cowering there. Damphous suddenly screamed and Rhodes turned in time to see him and the elevator car's interior disappear in a fireball.

" How the fuck did that happen ? " Skaarsgard said in disbelief. " There's no one back here but us."

" There..up there in the ceiling!!" Asagawa called to Kyoto pointing at a open trap door. She unleashed a stream of rounds into the opening and was rewarded with a Jack Boot's riddled body falling head first to the floor. Unfortunately there was no way she could know he had another bomb primed to go when he fell in his hand which now this very minute rolled along the secret passage in the ceiling.It exploded causing the ceiling to section by section start to collapse raining debris down all around them. Fortunately the ceiling above them had not previously sustained too much damage,unlike the intersection,which collapsed completely,partially blocking the offshoot corridors and creating a burning island of rubble.Though both sides could still see each other and launch limited attacks they could not move except back the way they came.Not so bad for the Jack Boots,but as Asagawa realised,very bad for them.Locked and partially blocked doors surrounding them and a burnt out elevator behind them...they were fish in a fucking barrel.

" Skaarsgard,Asagawa,Rickersby get one of those doors open now !" Henderson barked whilst firing at a Jack Boot trying to throw another bomb. " Sersi..help them don't just fucking sit there like a friggin spectator !"

" What do you expect me to do you stupid child ?" Sersi called back sounding rather offended.

" You're a witch aren't you..use your magic !" Henderson snapped back. " Prove to me you aren't just a witch personality wise !"

" Well..I never !!!" Sersi riled.

" Well you have now." Frost laughed. " Now earn yer keep and get us outta here ."

She glowered at Frost and muttered something unbecoming under her breath. She then began to concentrate and whisper in a language Frost certainly didn't understand when before she really actually did anything a door began to open ..slowly sliding and battling rubble to it's right. It slammed shut once again.

" Try again.." Frost said in amazement. " You nearly had it"

" That wasn't my doing." Sersi said.

" Then who..?" Frost trailed off as the door started to move again. Asagawa joined him and they both eyed the door with suspicion and readied their weapons.

" What's going on back there people? " Henderson yelled whilst she reloaded,Rickersby and Skaarsgard joining Rhodes in repelling the determined attackers." Where's our exit ?"

" Somethings trying to open a door Henderson,from the inside.." Frost called back."Give us a second here to see what gives."

" Hurry it up Frost we can't hold these bastards back forever." Henderson yelled back as she resumed firing.Another bomb landed on the collapsed ceiling barrier,blasting away another precious chunk allowing the Jack Boots to the left of them to edge a bit closer and get clearer shots at them. Near misses were now becoming more frequent.

" I hear ya." Frost replied."Asagawa as soon as it opens wide enough I'm gonna try diving in.Cover me OK ?"

" Will do." She said." Just stay out of my line of fire.I never miss as you know."

" Just don't shoot my ass off OK ?" Frost glanced at her a little worried.

" I'll try my best,though I have to admit I sometimes have trouble telling you ass and your face apart." She smirked.

" Oh..very nice." Frost smacked her bum and she laughed.They looked back at the door and to their surprise a young teenage girl was smiling at them.

" You two need a room ?"The girl winked.

TO BE CONTINUED ..here [link]

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Searching for Spring WIP

Wed, 01 May 2013 19:09:09 PDT

A random sketch of a wolf made out of wood. He is searching for spring as winter snow keeps coming over the mountains. I was inspired to draw this today as a therapy piece because of the never ending winter. It snowed today after yesterday we had over 70 degree weather...

The wolf is composed of a subalpine tree called the bristlecone pine. These trees can live for thousands of years. I chose this tree to combine with the wolf because to me it symbolizes stamina and strength.

Still debating if I want to color this or not. Bad picture quality, but the lighting does reflect my mood right now.

Searching for Spring...

EL

Mon, 19 Nov 2012 04:10:31 PST

Aerosol spray and kleenex on canvas, 2 coffee, 1 cigarette.
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watching and reading the text.

You might not know it, but the entire world has been worshiping Saturn for thousands of years. The cult has never stopped and its rites are still present to this day. Saturn, dubbed the “Lord of the Rings”, is the reason why we exchange rings at weddings or put halos on the heads of godly people. This article exposes the attributes of the god Saturn and the perpetuation of his cult through in pop culture.

As strange as it may seem, early astronomical traditions identify the "primeval sun" as the planet Saturn, the distant planet which the alchemists called the "best sun" and which the Babylonians, the founders of astronomy, identified as the exemplary light of heaven, the "sun"-god Shamash. ("Shamash is the planet Saturn", the astronomical texts say.) In archaic copies of Plato's Timaeus, the word for the planet Saturn is Helios, the "sun" god. Popular Greek traditions identified Saturn as Kronos.

The Greeks called it the god "Helios". The Romans called it "Sol". These familiar figures have a long history, and the more one learns about their links to the earlier cultures, the more a mystery of origins comes into focus. Long before Greek and Roman times, the Egyptians worshipped the luminary Atum or Ra, just as the Sumerians honored Utu and the Babylonians the god Shamash. Astronomers and priests celebrated this light of heaven as the "Universal Monarch," the "father" of civilization and the celestial prototype of kings.

There is no mystery as to the present astronomical associations of these figures. But more archaic traditions, coming from many and diverse cultures, identify the great "sun" gods with the motionless center of heaven, the celestial pole. They speak of a primeval sun, an exemplary or "best" sun, ruling before the present sun.

Saturn always had a negative, if not evil significance. In ancient times, it has been called “The Greater Malefic” which was opposed to Jupiter, “The Greater Benefic”. Saturn is esoterically associated with man’s limitations, restrictions, death and decay. His Greek name was “Kronos”, the ruler of time, time being the main factore inevitably leading to the death of mortals.Traditional representations of the “grim reaper” originate from the attributes of the god Saturn, who held the sickle with which he slain his father.

It is interesting that Saturn’s symbol is the 6-pointed star, Saturn is the 6th planet from the sun, Saturn-day is the 6th day of the week, and now NASA is receiving images of “the Saturn Hexagon” (6-sided) atmospheric formation at Saturn’s poles. The 6th chakra of the human energy system is the 3rd eye/pineal gland (6, 3 times = 666). When your 3rd eye chakra opens you develop your 6th sense of intuition and spirituality. From a consciousness perspective, the 6th sense, your intuitions/hunches, are messengers of god, your guardian angels. Is interesting that angels have haloes/rings around their heads and Saturn is the only planet with a halo/ring around it.

Saturn has also been associated with Satan and this, for numerous reasons. First, many authors argue that the word Satan is derived from the word Saturn. Second, Saturn is associated with the color black as well as Satan. Third, Ancients considered Saturn to be the farthest planet from the sun, the latter being associated with the principle of Good. (Note that Pluto never was considered a planet). Saturn is consequently the celestial body that is the less exposed to the sun’s divine light and thus associated with the coldness of the principle of Evil. Finally, the “great god Pan,” the horned deity, represented Saturn in ancient paganism. This half-man half-goat creature is considered the ancestor of our modern depictions of Satan.

Despite acknowledging its association with Evil, secret societies find the veneration of Saturn necessary to obtain illumination. It is the necessary counterpart of the principle of Good. Masonic authors clearly associate Saturn with Satan.

The ancient name of Saturn was, as mentioned, EL. It is the reason why those that were chosen by EL, were called Elites. In fact the words, Elect, Elder, Elevated, Elohim, Temple, Circle, Gospel, Apostle, Disciple, Evangelists, etc., all derive from the Cult of EL. Angels are messengers of god. But god was EL, which is why we have the names of the Archangels bearing the ‘el,’ suffix - Raphael, Michael, Uriel, Gabriel, etc,.

The gods of EL-o-him are ang-EL-s, the messengers of god. When witches cast a spe-EL, they put the “Hex” (6) on someone, and when chefs deep fry something, they “Deep 6” it. It is the EL-ites who run the world today. El-ite comes from the “Isra-El-ites” which came from the Egyptian worship of the Moon (Isis), the Sun, (Ra), and Saturn (Elohim), hence Is-Ra-El.

The city of Rome was originally known as Saturnia or City of Saturn.

In Islamic tradition, the “Rock” is where Muhammad ascended to Heaven accompanied by the ang-el Gabri-el. The Dome of the “Rock” was built in the 600 AD era and was won back by the Israelites on 06/07/67 after the “6 day war.” The Dome’s outer walls measure 60 (6x10) feet wide and 36 (6x6) feet high. The Knights Templar claimed the Dome of the Rock was the site of the Temple of Solomon and set up their “Templum Domini” adjacent to it during the 12th century.

The black holy bible tells us Satan is 666. Saturn is the 6th planet, its symbol is a 6-pointed star, it supposedly has hexagon weather formations, and Saturn-day, the 6th day, is “Black Sabbath.”

Night

Fri, 11 Nov 2005 06:37:05 PST

This is for Illustration Friday, since I thought "Broken" wasn't good enough. The topic was "Night".

I just wanted to do something along the lines of sky goddess among the stars. If you look really hard enough, the night sky is also space; you can see stars and galaxies of different intensity, and different shades of darkness. The night sky has thousands of twinkling little dots, so my image came out looking a little festive.

Nighttime can bring slumber, so the girl almost looks like she's either in thought or nearing sleep. But the late night can bring excitement too. Cities glow with neon lights so I tried to mimic that color scheme. I like how some areas look like golden texture. I don't know if I went overboard or not.

The line art came from printmaking, colored with watercolors, and then given Photoshop light effects. Everything is of my design, except the girl's pose, which was slightly inspired by a pic I've seen somewhere cause I can't do poses on my own that well.