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Mutter.
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We didn’t want to go, we didn’t want to kill them, but its persistent silence and outstretched arms horrified and comforted us at the same time..
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Born from crimson sanguine,
Million slit throats, it did drip from,
He did feast from the dry-bled,
Fangs sunk further
Than ever did Ol’ Dutchman.
He rules over Lamia’s likes,
As rivers of blood
Fills only his minimal grail.
Wake in men’s rue,
Dissolve Phoebe’s levitated radiant beauty,
In thy thirst,
In thy brooding darkness,
O devouring wolf,
O lorn quiet infants,
O dragon of blood,
O moon-eating Vârcolac.
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The Vârcolac is a Romanian deity that is usually depicted as a demon wolf who devours the moon and/or sun, thus attributed to eclipses. Sometimes, the Vârcolac is also a dragon, ghost, or vampire. So to express my view on such creature, I chose to fuse the dragon depiction with an apocalyptic octopus element, found in the Hellboy series (Yes, I’ve been much fascinated by Mr. Mike’s work for sometimes now). The moon here is shown with a huge bite mark, and it is dissolving into dark flows of (supposedly) energy, which then the Vârcolac absorbs. With the moon being broken down to Oblivion, the black spaces of void fills in. Done in a few hours, throughout a few days.
Inking is a pain.
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ANGEL WITH KATANA:
Lucifer once belonged to one of El’s highest ranks within the lines of angels. He himself was the Bringer of Light, the one that shines most in El’s young heart. But doth he, Lucifer, return the favor? No. For what favor Lucifer received, he answered with remorse. His remorse spawned from the perception that he was only created destined to be a puppet, among many other angels, to El. Seeing that a mere child reigns over him, Lucifer’s discontent grew as his heart whispered his own conflicting desires: freedom being a major part among them. His charisma wooed countless angels to join his ranks, initiating an about-face against their Lord.
ANGEL WITH HUGE-ASS RUNEBLADE:
Michael was woven into existence with a pair of eyes within his two sockets. But what lacked was the ability to direct these eyes at will. As a result, Michael eyes had to become dependent at El’s control, making Michael essentially a puppet. And puppet, he was. Michael only saw what El wished him to see, only did what El wished to be done, and only thought what El wished he would. The very name “Michael” was a flatter, as it meant “Who doth equates to El?” During the rift among angles, Michael served as the paramount general and a dedicated protector of El against Lucifer’s attempt to dispatch El.
FAT BABY WITH TRIANGULAR HALO AND MINIATURE HUMAN:
El is the Great Creator. El manifests himself in a form of a baby, and it had been that way for who knows how long. This image is a reflection of his soul: child’s curiosity and creativeness. These traits brought about the existence of everything there is now. On the other hand, El was very much impulsive and destructive as an infant would be. These traits served as a cruel punishment that shackles his creations with fear, humans and angels among them. El’s cycle of creating to entertain himself and destroying for very much the same purpose repeats endlessly, for an infant knows no boundary.
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Another super long lore.
Yes, you’ve guessed it, I’m an atheist. I’m not zealous about God, that’s for sure. I happen to know quite some few things about it. I simply think that Christianity is fun fiction, and there’s a lot to exploit from that (since there’s virtually no copyright), including reworking on it to make an entirely new lore.
The whole Heaven/Hell/God thing, I buy none.
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“Towering over their darkspawn kin, the massive ogres are a rare sight on the battlefield. Traditionally, they only appear during a Blight, but some records claim that ogres have been spotted in the Deep Roads hunting alone or in small groups. At least one report by the Grey Wardens claims that an ogre was spotted alone in the Korcari Wilds in 9:19 Dragon, though it was weakened and easily dispatched. Up to a hundred of these creatures can accompany a darkspawn horde at any one time during a Blight, often using their great strength to burst through fortifications and demolish the front lines of the opposing army.
They use brute force to charge their enemies like bulls, slam the ground with their fists to shake enemies off their feet, and hurl great rocks into the face of oncoming foes. Melee can be difficult against a giant that snatches a warrior up in one hand, crushing the life out of him or beating him into oblivion with the other hand. The nimble can try to wiggle his way free, or an ally can attempt an array of stunning blows on an ogre to free the comrade in danger.”
—Bioware’s Dragon Age: Origins Codex on Ogres
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Been playing Dragon Age recently. Stunning Art, just stunning. Somewhat paralyzing as it hones the power to suck you in, leaving your physical body in an immobile state.
So there you go, an Ogre concept art/remake/re-imagined/tacky rip-off version, any way you want to call it. Bioware’s antlers are so much cooler. I, being an ass, just had to moderate them cranial structures. Refer to this page on Ogres in Dragon Age. This majestic creature’s original ideas and designs are property of Bioware, making the picture above its recreational/non-commercial cousin.
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Dragons are creatures of great mystique. It is both a representation of benevolent might and entropic evil. In the Eastern cultures, dragons are divine entities who assist farmers in terms of having food on the table, and being healthy enough not to cough blood every ten minutes. But in the Western cultures, its folklores teach that dragons are evil creatures possessing a body of an epic scale. They typically hoard treasure in its lair, imprison damsels, and dispatch pesky knights every now and then.
I like dragons, it boils down to only that.
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Another dragon sketch, I had a good chance practicing miniature details.
I highlighted the eyes. Believe me, without the highlight, untrained spectators are unable to locate the eyes, thus are unable to form a complete image of the dragon head, plus ruining the intended impression of the picture. Pity.
On Biased Views
People don’t usually like what they don’t understand.
This phrase is blurted out from the lips of a nine year-old, in one of her narratives of her typically brief and insightful days. I was, and still am, astonished by the high frequency in which wisdom is found in such young age. Yet something else has succeeded to shock me even more. It is the mirror image of this premise; it is how RARELY wisdom being found among the masses.
She has stated something that is probably obvious, but necessary to state, nonetheless, if it is to be acknowledged. That also made me realize just how many people succumb to simple fallacies everyday. When I look left, somebody is blindly defending their dogmatic religious beliefs, succumbing to confirmation bias. I look right, another is carving out a pattern of self-destruction due to self-consistency. I think to myself, “Wow, it IS hard to just snap out of it, otherwise they would have done it a long time ago.”
These biases and fallacies are the main reason that keeps everybody from understanding, from learning, and ultimately from appreciating. If a person has wrongly denounces metal music for being “motley noises”, that person is going to justify his claim by backing it with selective evidence (confirmation bias). They aren’t going to be open to suggestion or discussion (avoidance of possible cognitive dissonance). Even a metal track with clear melody found in ballads and symphonic albums, they would still perceive it as motley simply because of the label “metal” (representativeness + expectancy bias). Furthermore, many evaluate fuzzy fields such as music and visual art with a judgement system directed by robust emotions, rather than clear reasoning and rational thoughts with clear traces of mental maturity.
There are simply too many things that are keeping the average Joe from reaching towards true skin-deep beauty. I’m not saying specifically metal music, I’m saying every other itsy-bitsy things in life real or imagined, practical or theoretical, mathematic or philosophic. There are simply too many things that potentially keep us from learning and strive to be a better human being.
By writing this, I DO NOT attempt to rant and denounce those who are subject to what is potentially in all of us. I myself acknowledge the presence of these negative traits in me, being a human, sharing a common portion of physiological and psychological traits with everyone else. To those people who already knew, I congratulate you and hope you turn that knowledge into productive wisdom. To the others and myself, keep in mind that we can fight this.
Open yourself up, face your anger and fear, inhale and exhale, then lose yourself in this world for simple emotions are nothing compared to how big everything else. Lose yourself to the world’s riches and beauty, which is found everywhere.
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A popular meme in my psychology 101 is to make relations between two words, seemingly unrelated ones. Students usually do this kind of activity with each other. One day, a friend proclaims that there is no relation between gothic metal and opera at all, well, besides from that they are both music and sometimes vocals are involved.
But he knew not about Gothenburg Metal.
“The Last Crusade” written and performed by Simone Simons, Mark Jansen, Isaac Delahaye, Yves Huts, Coen Janssen, Ariën van Weesenbeek.
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Though a person of an atheist nature, I myself must thank God, or who ever runs around in midst of cloud clad in a bathrobe. Theoretically, if there is a God, I shall thank him for blessing this man, Todd McBird, so that he could survive his traumatic kidney stones.
He lives!
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Demonology has revealed much about such creatures shown above. One theory suggests that demons aren’t exactly beings of a paranormal dimension. But rather, demons are a branch of species that nearly overlap with Animalia, only that they possess an ability to tap into inner magic wells. With magical factors, Demons, or rather Daemons, can’t be classified as Animalia.
Seen above is a Daemon Rougaria fledging, or an early stage of development. One feature that best indicates the age is the wing size. A fully grown Daemon Rougaria (or better known as Flesh Golems, derived from their exposure of flesh) spans its wings up to 5 meters. Grand Flesh Golems, however, has up to 9 meters of wingspan. Among the species itself, variation exists. Take for example, the one above’s right arm bones have grown into a blade. Blade-armed Rougarias belong to one clan. Other clans have other weapons for hands, and slight physical mutations such as difference in flesh tint.
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Yes, Incredibly long description. Done in 2 weeks, plus time wasted being a majority of the time taken.
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If I am to taint my name,
Let me carry it forever.
May my life be none the same,
‘Tis the price I’d rid when never.
“The Unforgiven” written and performed by Kirk Hammett, Lars Ulrich, and James Hetfield.
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At the mid-point through the journey of adolescence, I’ve found myself lost in wonderment of how the world is revolving around me. The above is what I have witnessed from the raveling of life, as I progress in terms of maturity. And what I have witnessed has inspired me to conceive the above. Feel free to interpret.
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As a footnote, I did not use a reference picture or anything. I know. I’m a walking library of such imagery.
