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Published: 2017-04-17 19:49:20 +0000 UTC; Views: 912; Favourites: 45; Downloads: 0
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I fished this one out of the pile of half finished sketches and drawings and touched it up. This took about an hour of pen an inking, but the result was quite satisfying.This is Gerrell, The Trickster. Bane of Ombwa, the Proud.
Together they form the greatest love story of all time. And not any of this modern day 'plot-must-operate-on-rails-woman-falls-for-hunk' type of novels.
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Thank you, I really wanted to draw someone with horns.
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Very nice picture, I like the style you developed. Congratulations
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Why thank you.
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You are very welcome, I specially like the length of her neck and horns, they blended very well with the figure. Never drew with the paper on napkins, now I have to give it a try
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It does wonders to lower your expectations of a piece. Hence why some of my best ideas come in the form of scratch paper.
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I bet, I usually do sketches with time limits to lower my expectations and improve the speed, it is always nice to learn how other people work, thanks for sharing your technique with me
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You are most welcome. I too enjoy hearing about how others work, as it tends to enhance my own skills.
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What else worth noting is in this pile of half finished artwork, might I ask?
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Worth nothing? Ah, but it is all worth something.
And lots, there is Lots left to go through.
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NOT-ING
Not NOTHING
Like, what is important?
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like... what?
anything with Arie, or the bunny Xenomorphs???
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When I finish them up, then I'll post. I hate unleashing half finished Ideas.
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"So, Nurse Gerrell," Gus the Grizzly comments, "we meet again. This time, under more pleasant circumstances, you may agree." He says as he doffs his hat to acknowledge the beauty of the mammal whom he had confronted in the emergency delivery room with Amenii and Nera. "I hope you will accept this gruff old bear's apology for my behaviour the last time we met."
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Gerrell blinks in confusion, her eyes dart up and down your form clearly trying to figure out what to make of you.
'Nurse? Apology?' She looks more curious than concerned. 'I don't- how do you know my name?'
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Gus curses under his breath. Fool time machine must have slipped a cog, he thought. My timelines are getting mixed up. This Gerrell has yet to meet him and the others. "My apologies, Mademoiselle," I say while fishing for the neuralyzer in my pants pocket that CS had given him for occasions like this, "I have mistaken your beauty for someone I have met under trying circumstances. I will be taking my leave now. Oh, by the way," as I put on the sunglasses and flash the neuralyzer, "please smile for the camera as I wish to have a momento of you."
The stunned Gazelle's eyes tell me all that I need to know. As I hit the factory reset button on the time machine wristwatch to bring me back, I say to her, "You will forget the last five minutes and will not remember me at all when we are destined to meet. You will move on to greater things and have a wonderful life." Having said that, I wink out of existence in that timeline and reappear before CS just as he hands me the portable time machine and nueralyzer. I push them back into his appendages and say, "Keep them. I seem to have messed up a few timelines and it appears the more I use the damn thing, the paradoxical crossovers start to have a life of their own. I hit the factory-reset just a while ago and hopefully this will close any rips in the time stream that I may have caused."
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'I don't even want to know, do I?' I say, accepting the device, and half tempted to smash it. 'I really don't want to know.'
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"If you don't want to know, then I don't need to tell," I say. "For now, all I can say is keep thatΒ Verdammte maschine encased in a block of carbonite. Even Satan should be scared to use such an infernal device!" I spat as I rubbed my temples. "I swear that stupid thing has a mind of its own," I mutter under my breath, "I wonder what twisted intelligence created such a devious apparatus and for what purpose?"
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Throwing his head back and laughing C.S. smiles. 'Technology, bane of all sentient life. - Do you know that the more advanced the technology, the more likely it is to develop some form of sentience. Just look at cars, give them half a chance, and they begin to cultivate a personality.'
With a single swipe I deposit the device back into a drawer, 'Tecnology like this is best used sparingly if at all. Hence when I wander, I never take any technology that was not developed in the world I currently reside it. It will save you a great deal of trouble. A great deal.'
Waving that aside.
'So, what do you think of Gerrell?'
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"A stunning beauty and a force to be reckoned with considering she may become the candidate of an arranged marriage by the elders of the tribes of Gazelles and Lions in order to cement the peace accord. Now I know where her source of authority emanates from. Ombwa may have his hands full if she becomes his bride."
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I chuckle, 'You underestimate her drive. She has no love for this Ombwa. In all likelihood she would cut his throat in the night if he was foolish enough to try and take her to bed.'
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"Ah, but what if she was forced by her elders for the sake of the tribe? She would not risk an all out war with the Lion clan. No, she would not cut his throat. But she would not allow herself to be forced to mate against her will. She would probably stipulate in the wedding arrangement that if rape were to be involved during the arranged marriage then she would have the right to publicly skin him alive before having him eat the offending organ." I smirk. "Ombwa would think twice if the elders of both tribes agreed to this. It would make the living arrangements a very interesting situation."
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'You are quite perceptive.' I smile looking across the table. 'You are quickly moving down the right track. Rape would be a monstrous act, and it would defeat point of a peace alliance. But rather than go over the details of so many questions...'
My hand moves to a file on the desk, fingers drum once again.
'Would you like to be privy to the goings on of a world? All it's history, and perhaps witness the greatest love story unfold?'Β
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"Aye, that I would!" I say with a grin from ear-to-ear. "I'm always a sucker for a romantic story where they find their soulmates in the mammal they perceive as their mortal enemy."
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Smiling to match, 'Then, I shall begin assembling the necessary files.' Fingers begin drumming again, this time with a bit more upbeat note to them. 'I suspect I can get a portion of the world ready within a few days, as I must first transfer it into a medium that can exist on This plane of existence.' I wave a had to encompass the room around me.
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"Yes, I can wait. But why here where it can be compromised by prying eyes? Should not we hold it in another dimension where only the two of us will have access to it for now?"
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'Notes will serve in this regard.' C.S. smiles politely, 'They have worked well in the past, and can be used again now.'Β
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"Ave, Imperator, morituri te salutant" grinning as I raise an imaginary sword. "We, who are about to die, salute you!"
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'Valar Morghulis.' I pronounce with the slightest accent of high Valerian. 'All men must die.'
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I snicker. "Valar Dohaeris. All men must serve"
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I smile, 'Very good.' There is another saying, from another time, but we could easily go on all day.'
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Oooooh, as in good oh, or oooooh, as it oooooh, oh?
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Aaaah, she is, not the prettiest in the tribe, but she still has a measure of beauty.
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Thank you, she really is. Given, not the most beautiful in the tribe, but she does have her charm.
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And is she the one who keeps messing with the lion
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She really dose not like Ombwa, not hate, but she thinks of him as a stupid bully with an inflated ego.
So, he has become a focus point for her aggression, pranks, and mockery.
But one should only taught a lion at their own risk...
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Well,some habits will never die,in his case.
But eventually that mocking n aggression will come back to bite her in the ass...
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Oh it did, and hard core. Great story behind that. When I am at a computer I will have to type it up and send a copy to you.
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Oooooh nice
*a young,but noble lion peeks from tall shrubs eyeing a group of gazelles.they bathe in the river*
Lion: *eyes with great intrest,viewing them in a different way...rather than food*
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Well, no one ever said Ombwa did not have his vices. 
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