Tag: smoke
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Beware of Dragons Fair enough… I don’t know what I expected. /* Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook – Porte-mine sur carnet A6 */ Ah bah oui… “Attention aux dragons” qu’il disait le vieux.
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A pinch of a Soul Souls are precious and rare. Do not use it whole, my apprentice! Look what I can summon with just a pinch : A Wraith. A shadow of a soul, blinded by hatred. Forever incomplete.Wretching and consuming from others what it lacks inside. *** Krita sous Yiynova *** Les âmes sont…
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Forest Monolith One by one they appearsDeep into the forests,One by one they bloomsHidden into the woods, There’s monoliths all aroundAppearing without a soundThere’s monoliths everywhereNo one knows why they’re here. *** Krita + Yiynova *** Un par un ils apparaissentAu plus profond des forêtsUn par un ils poussent, pourquoi ?Cachés au fond des bois …
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I found me cow Poor Maggie… I found ye at last!, dut yer dead. Yer all… dry and brittly. Wha’ happ’ned to ye!?.. kof…‘tis the smoke, he Maggie? …kof…Darned blasted yellow smog! Where did it come from? *** Krita on Yiynova *** Ma pauv’ Maggie… J’tai enfin trouvée. T’est toute morte. Toute… sèche et… racornie.…
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Secret mantra of the Emerald Lama Three fallen Jewels of Infamous Secrets combinedIn one, Divine Father Whose nature is Dereliction,I bow to You from my heart! Till I’m enlightened,Support me, I pray, with the hook of Your Compulsion! I call the Jewels as witness – from not just my mouth, But the depth of my…
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Old Sailor Elijah I very liked this character. Even if I can’t manage to draw it the same twice.Here’s Elijah again, an old sailor that started to smoke too much *** J’ai beaucoup aimé ce personnage. Même si je ne parviens pas à dessiner deux fois à l’identique…Revoici donc Elijah, un vieux marin qui ne…
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Smoktober 31 My story’s now over, it was about Smoke.He’s now a tall boy, with hair of smokeThey love each other, and each eveningThey watch the sunset. That’s their thing.Maybe you fear his parents are too old?Fret not, cause they’re sharing a secretA stream of life within, full of powerBut that’s a story that left…
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Smoktober 26 How long? No idea. Smoke’s everywhere. So white. Smoke in their eyes. In their lungs. In their heart.They walk and then crawl. Sarah’s weak, she falls.Elijah carries her to the entrance. At last, colors! – “You did it. You really did it. I’m so glad!” *** Encore loin ? Il y en a…
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Smoktober 25 …,’, :/ . , …. “’,’,’ . , – :/ ! § , , ”, ?*Thank you.*“Who are you?”*We were inside you. We travelled with you.*“In me. You were in me.”*Yes.*“And me. You were also in me!”*Yes.*“What now?…
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Smoktober 24 The smoke’s warm, white and thick. and faintly glowingCuriously, they has not the slightest trouble breathing.The walls gets farther, until they walk on nothingAs they walk further, they soon can’t see anythingSarah squeezes Elijah’s hand. “You know what?”“What is it my love?” “I have no regret. I’m happy.”“Even without our dream castle?” “Not…