Hallow's Corner
Posted: February 1st, 2012, 10:20 am
I am not too sure on how this will turn out, but I am determined to give it my best shot!
In my corner I hope to post up some stories that I want to draw eventually.
Though for now i have to deal with just typing them.
Also I might try to post up some of my art.
Hear It
"He softly sighed as the mellow breeze passed over his already shivering body. The muscles still trying to tense and clamp up as the heat became rapidly spinning out of the skin and up into the icy air. His bright amber fur was beginning to fade as the snow settled on top. His eyes of gold began to dissipate into a brown as it reflected his will to continue move. Another breeze of a fresh winter hit with a harsh impact of a thousand knives, impaling from nose to the hinds of this poor creature. All too soon the once beautiful land of birthing miracles seemed to be a darkened tomb of everlasting despair."
The lands began to shake with the intensity of an angered heartbeat and the animals of the land began to cry and run in fear of this uneasy feeling. All kinds began to ban together and shelter one another from this uncontrolled rage that unknowingly plagued this home. The voices and whispers sounded off so slowly as the grounds began to recede in the quaking. Soft hymns began to float and sooth, encircling each pack heading out for their familiar havens. One family, a group of wolves, stayed to search the area and figure what the cause of the disturbance was.
"Hehehe, so what are we trying to do mommy?" The small voice bounced from a young pup. The mother nuzzled her offspring before relating her answer. "We must figure out what caused this homeland to become unbalanced and tremble my young Argo." He smooth delivery came as a strong comfort to the vigilant youthful fuzzball. As the search went on the sun began to brighten its rays and warm the chilling climate. Warming up the gathered, they began to quicken the pace of the search.
Soon a howl sounded off to the nearby left of where the mass had collected earlier.
Gasps began to fill around what was discovered and others yelped from the shock.
The female had raced through to see what the commotion was about...only to find herself frozen in fear of what her eyes beheld in front of her. "Oh no.No.No.No.No.NO!" She continued to scream with snarls of frustration and heartbreak. As the others held their heads down in respect, no one noticed the pup maneuvering amongst them. He soon reached near his mother only to see her rampaging and kicking up the light soft fluffs of snow. "Oh mother--why are you playing in the snow? I want to---" He was soon cut off as his mother faced him with diamond tears flowing freely down her cheeks. "Why are you crying mother? Is there something wrong?" He questioned with the utmost innocence and curiosity.
She moved from her standing point only to reveal to the pup a horrid scene, something that only traumatized him with great multitude.
The young pups father had been killed, mutilated by a monster, then left to die in the freezing cold.
I usually try not to write so much as to draw. I think I can express better in a picture than I can write do to the fact that I hardly read books. I have an explicit interest to read something, so much less can I write. Though this seems like a good first entry, and I really feel I want to contribute a depiction with it.
So here is Argo seeing his father dead--
Music listened to was: http://youtu.be/FHYdULF8fyQ
Somehow I just couldn't get this song to stop playing in my head when writing and drawing.
In my corner I hope to post up some stories that I want to draw eventually.
Though for now i have to deal with just typing them.
Also I might try to post up some of my art.
Hear It
"He softly sighed as the mellow breeze passed over his already shivering body. The muscles still trying to tense and clamp up as the heat became rapidly spinning out of the skin and up into the icy air. His bright amber fur was beginning to fade as the snow settled on top. His eyes of gold began to dissipate into a brown as it reflected his will to continue move. Another breeze of a fresh winter hit with a harsh impact of a thousand knives, impaling from nose to the hinds of this poor creature. All too soon the once beautiful land of birthing miracles seemed to be a darkened tomb of everlasting despair."
The lands began to shake with the intensity of an angered heartbeat and the animals of the land began to cry and run in fear of this uneasy feeling. All kinds began to ban together and shelter one another from this uncontrolled rage that unknowingly plagued this home. The voices and whispers sounded off so slowly as the grounds began to recede in the quaking. Soft hymns began to float and sooth, encircling each pack heading out for their familiar havens. One family, a group of wolves, stayed to search the area and figure what the cause of the disturbance was.
"Hehehe, so what are we trying to do mommy?" The small voice bounced from a young pup. The mother nuzzled her offspring before relating her answer. "We must figure out what caused this homeland to become unbalanced and tremble my young Argo." He smooth delivery came as a strong comfort to the vigilant youthful fuzzball. As the search went on the sun began to brighten its rays and warm the chilling climate. Warming up the gathered, they began to quicken the pace of the search.
Soon a howl sounded off to the nearby left of where the mass had collected earlier.
Gasps began to fill around what was discovered and others yelped from the shock.
The female had raced through to see what the commotion was about...only to find herself frozen in fear of what her eyes beheld in front of her. "Oh no.No.No.No.No.NO!" She continued to scream with snarls of frustration and heartbreak. As the others held their heads down in respect, no one noticed the pup maneuvering amongst them. He soon reached near his mother only to see her rampaging and kicking up the light soft fluffs of snow. "Oh mother--why are you playing in the snow? I want to---" He was soon cut off as his mother faced him with diamond tears flowing freely down her cheeks. "Why are you crying mother? Is there something wrong?" He questioned with the utmost innocence and curiosity.
She moved from her standing point only to reveal to the pup a horrid scene, something that only traumatized him with great multitude.
The young pups father had been killed, mutilated by a monster, then left to die in the freezing cold.
I usually try not to write so much as to draw. I think I can express better in a picture than I can write do to the fact that I hardly read books. I have an explicit interest to read something, so much less can I write. Though this seems like a good first entry, and I really feel I want to contribute a depiction with it.
So here is Argo seeing his father dead--
Music listened to was: http://youtu.be/FHYdULF8fyQ
Somehow I just couldn't get this song to stop playing in my head when writing and drawing.