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IN THE OLDEN DAYS, THEY WOULD CUT THIEVES HANDS OFF AT THE WRIST. TAKE MY ART, EVER, AND I WILL CLEAVE YOURS OFF WITHOUT MERCY!!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

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"....... Is co 'nar measg
A mhaireas la
Seididh gaoth is dearrsaidh grian
Tro mheas nan craobhan lin gu lin
Ach thig an la is thig an t-am.."

"....... Who amongst us
Can exist a single day
The winds will blow
And the sun will shine
From generation to generation.."
Behind this image;; This is my contest entry for nikkayla 's Contest. I am entering Part One; an emotional piece, as I suck arse at making characters! lol. Anyway, I have chosen to portray two emotions out of the four suggested. These are; Nostalgia & Happiness. To explain.. In my story for this image. Centuries ago, herds like the one portrayed here could run free and wild, feeling the wind sift through thier manes and tails and the sand beneath thier hooves. They had no cares for humans to come and take their land away from them, because at that time, they roamed in a wilderness of beauty that no man had ever seen. In present day, our herd still exsists, but smaller and more managable. They reside in smaller lands, with barely any freedom and beauty that their lives once held. They live to extend their families generations and see a night, to come but once a year, where the old and grey move through gateways, pushing past the confides of their small coral, surging in their numbers towards the sandy beaches of their fore-fathers dwelling. They experience pure happiness and estatic freedom, running and crying out for family and friends, old and young break forth into a gallop and scale the beach in seconds. The delight and joy brings back memories of their ancestors and nostalgia bleaches the air. Come morning, the young are the new old and the old have disappeared, leaving their progency to continue the generation of freedom for just a night.
"exist a single day" I chose this title, for how it sounds to me. Imagine a life without freedom, and without love and happiness..? Imagine chains that hold you down, from which you cannot escape.. And then imagine just one night, where you exsist how evolution meant you to... And hopefully you will see what I wanted to convey.

&& {big} Full View please. x
This is not a freebie!
-- Steal this and I will tear your eyes out like the killer did in Black Christmas!

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Photomanipulation copyrighted to devils-horizon.
Horses: ~Hiirakko -- used with permission.
Background: pat61nl @ sxc
Splashes: *devils-horizon
Music Inspiration: "Abhainn an t-Sluaigh" by Runrig
Program: Adobe Photoshop CS2
Time: Approx. 8 - 9hrs

Description
IN THE OLDEN DAYS, THEY WOULD CUT THIEVES HANDS OFF AT THE WRIST. TAKE MY ART, EVER, AND I WILL CLEAVE YOURS OFF WITHOUT MERCY!!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

- - - - - - - - -

"....... Is co 'nar measg
A mhaireas la
Seididh gaoth is dearrsaidh grian
Tro mheas nan craobhan lin gu lin
Ach thig an la is thig an t-am.."

"....... Who amongst us
Can exist a single day
The winds will blow
And the sun will shine
From generation to generation.."
Behind this image;; This is my contest entry for nikkayla 's Contest. I am entering Part One; an emotional piece, as I suck arse at making characters! lol. Anyway, I have chosen to portray two emotions out of the four suggested. These are; Nostalgia & Happiness. To explain.. In my story for this image. Centuries ago, herds like the one portrayed here could run free and wild, feeling the wind sift through thier manes and tails and the sand beneath thier hooves. They had no cares for humans to come and take their land away from them, because at that time, they roamed in a wilderness of beauty that no man had ever seen. In present day, our herd still exsists, but smaller and more managable. They reside in smaller lands, with barely any freedom and beauty that their lives once held. They live to extend their families generations and see a night, to come but once a year, where the old and grey move through gateways, pushing past the confides of their small coral, surging in their numbers towards the sandy beaches of their fore-fathers dwelling. They experience pure happiness and estatic freedom, running and crying out for family and friends, old and young break forth into a gallop and scale the beach in seconds. The delight and joy brings back memories of their ancestors and nostalgia bleaches the air. Come morning, the young are the new old and the old have disappeared, leaving their progency to continue the generation of freedom for just a night.
"exist a single day" I chose this title, for how it sounds to me. Imagine a life without freedom, and without love and happiness..? Imagine chains that hold you down, from which you cannot escape.. And then imagine just one night, where you exsist how evolution meant you to... And hopefully you will see what I wanted to convey.

&& {big} Full View please. x
This is not a freebie!
-- Steal this and I will tear your eyes out like the killer did in Black Christmas!

---
Photomanipulation copyrighted to devils-horizon.
Horses: ~Hiirakko -- used with permission.
Background: pat61nl @ sxc
Splashes: *devils-horizon
Music Inspiration: "Abhainn an t-Sluaigh" by Runrig
Program: Adobe Photoshop CS2
Time: Approx. 8 - 9hrs