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This is the much longed for update of dear old Anatah. There is significant improvement all around in many areas. Legs were bulked up and strengthened, mass was added to the arms, head tweaked, and the entire torso restructured slightly.
I am quite pleased with him now, though I am conflicted on the overall impression he generates. Originally my concept for him was a massive decaying and stony skeleton. This is a little to . . . regal. He is supposed to be more like a force of nature.

All things considered, He turned out very well, just not in the desired direction.
Like I said before on Older Anatah, He is literally Death incarnate, but not in a feeling or personal way. Maybe. Truth be told, there is nothing apparently "living" about this being. At best, he possesses a tenuous hold on something resembling a mind. At worst he is a hungry void, consuming all light and creation and life.
Where did he come from? What is he? Why is he? What is the motivation or instinct that drives him to reduce everything to nothing?

In any event, he slumbers, like he has for eons, and it was a miracle that I persuaded him to come into the light of the camera. He poses well though, even without the balancing tail, so perhaps he does have a suave personality after all?

Description
This is the much longed for update of dear old Anatah. There is significant improvement all around in many areas. Legs were bulked up and strengthened, mass was added to the arms, head tweaked, and the entire torso restructured slightly.
I am quite pleased with him now, though I am conflicted on the overall impression he generates. Originally my concept for him was a massive decaying and stony skeleton. This is a little to . . . regal. He is supposed to be more like a force of nature.

All things considered, He turned out very well, just not in the desired direction.
Like I said before on Older Anatah, He is literally Death incarnate, but not in a feeling or personal way. Maybe. Truth be told, there is nothing apparently "living" about this being. At best, he possesses a tenuous hold on something resembling a mind. At worst he is a hungry void, consuming all light and creation and life.
Where did he come from? What is he? Why is he? What is the motivation or instinct that drives him to reduce everything to nothing?

In any event, he slumbers, like he has for eons, and it was a miracle that I persuaded him to come into the light of the camera. He poses well though, even without the balancing tail, so perhaps he does have a suave personality after all?