Since one or two have asked me to post some of my art on this site, here's an example of how I express myself.
LIZARD MEN
A hard sun above a stark and barren land. Scattered brush where the scarce and precious water comes closest to the surface, providing shade and shadow where small animals can hide from the glare of the star overhead.
A low rise, a place where a long vanished ridge once loomed above the plain. On that rise are three figures.
They stoop upon their heels, their long, stiff tails behind them. Their form is much like that of a velociraptor of old. But in their eyes is the light of sapience. In their hands are spears.
Their plumage is the plumage of mating. Body feathers dark grey with white at the throat, white on the shoulders and back. They bear a fringe of yellow along the bottom of their arms. Their tail feathers are green and yellow, forming a blade along its length much like that of an Aztec sword. They are adorned with amulets and necklaces. Armbands near the shoulders, bracers upon the wrists. Their muzzles are painted with designs geometric. Their claws daubed in red and blue. The great talon, the tearing claw, is limned in red upon the cutting edge, green along the spine.
They are waiting. Waiting for the hunt to begin. Not a hunt for prey. A hunt for sacrifice. Elf will do, human too. But what they want is dwarf. A creature of the earth. For the Earth. Mother is hungry.
So they wait, there upon that rise. Wait for the right moment. Wait for the right person to come. Three lizard men of the Anza Sin. The right one will come. They know this.
They wait beneath a hard sun, in a stark and barren land.
***
This is my art.
LIZARD MEN
A hard sun above a stark and barren land. Scattered brush where the scarce and precious water comes closest to the surface, providing shade and shadow where small animals can hide from the glare of the star overhead.
A low rise, a place where a long vanished ridge once loomed above the plain. On that rise are three figures.
They stoop upon their heels, their long, stiff tails behind them. Their form is much like that of a velociraptor of old. But in their eyes is the light of sapience. In their hands are spears.
Their plumage is the plumage of mating. Body feathers dark grey with white at the throat, white on the shoulders and back. They bear a fringe of yellow along the bottom of their arms. Their tail feathers are green and yellow, forming a blade along its length much like that of an Aztec sword. They are adorned with amulets and necklaces. Armbands near the shoulders, bracers upon the wrists. Their muzzles are painted with designs geometric. Their claws daubed in red and blue. The great talon, the tearing claw, is limned in red upon the cutting edge, green along the spine.
They are waiting. Waiting for the hunt to begin. Not a hunt for prey. A hunt for sacrifice. Elf will do, human too. But what they want is dwarf. A creature of the earth. For the Earth. Mother is hungry.
So they wait, there upon that rise. Wait for the right moment. Wait for the right person to come. Three lizard men of the Anza Sin. The right one will come. They know this.
They wait beneath a hard sun, in a stark and barren land.
***
This is my art.
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