Continuing Story, Part 2.

The ocean rushed under her as the moonlight danced off its swiftly flowing undulations. She became aware of this as the strong arms continued to hold her as they all flew across the silent night sky. In the distance she noticed thunderclouds, with lighting bolts dancing with each other to a silent melody inside and out.

It was some time before the arms landed on a shore that seemed nearly foreign to her, its salty sea air dotted with pungent, alluring whiffs of unseen sweets, and fruits to which she had never been introduced.

The arms held her tight as the body they belonged to walked nearly motionlessly across the sandy beach. The waves were so calm she barely heard them.

The arms carried her towards a light in front of them. The light was bluish, unlike the sun. Was she dying? At this point, she had determined that these were spirits taking her to the afterlife. Perhaps she had done something to merit a good afterlife. Perhaps she wasn't an abomination as everyone had said.

As they approached, she readied herself to leave this life. To leave behind her family, those that tried to cut her skin, to cut off the atrocities. Those who paraded her through the streets to her village shaman who tried to kill her in the sight of the approving audience. She was ready to forgive them all. To let them all go.

As the figures entered the light, she realized suddenly that the warm air was cooler, and there were other figures inside. The figure walked over calmly to the corner of the room, and laid her on a bed. New pain swelled as her wounded flesh met the soft bed. She heard a ripping sound as her dried blood separated from her body and clung to the figures arms.

The figure looked at the blood, and picked up a blanket, flowing it over her broken frame. The figure left to talk to the others, and they all spoke in a language she could not understand. A gutteral language she had only heard once before.

She felt sleep overpowering her again, and as she did she could faintly hear a low rumble, and nearly felt as if the enclosed space they occupied was flying off from the ground.
To be continued...

Sasquatch

I had a little competiton with Blake N. Behrens recently about drawing a certain mythical creature. His blog can be found here.

He's pretty good. But I think my Squatch is better. :D But that's just my opinion!

Here's the original:

And here is the instagram'd version!

Old files

I've been digging through old files lately, and came across a few old Random Fuzz images. I hope to get Candrai up and running again, and I'll let you know as soon as I do.