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She knew he would soon be dead and began to softly cry. For him and with him. Saddened by the thought that he had been lying here for as long as he must have been. Alone. Cold. Dying...

Chenelle wished she could do more to comfort him and yet equally felt being here now must be very painful to him. She knew he was truly sorry for what he had done. He had changed. As she pondered this it seemed to become even colder and his pallor deepened. His tears stopped. Chenelle tried to shake the tears from her own face.

Suddenly the thunderous sound of hoofbeats were heard. All the more terrifying for the sound they made despite the snow. Lily flew closer to Chenelle. They both turned to see what was coming.

A very dark horse and rider galloped up uncomfortably close to where he lay. Though the rider looked quite large, he did not truly fill out his clothes. Almost like the body of someone or something that had been dead for some time. And his head looked more like a sack of something rotten. There were ragged gashes for eyes and a mouth. A strange glow came from behind the eyes. This light was in horrible contrast to The Lights above.

The horse looked down upon Lily and Chenelle with a snort. The rider equally looked down upon them with a chuckle of disdain. Lily met his gaze with a strangely snarky ”glad to see you" grin. He then turned to look down upon the figure in the snow. He paused and looked down upon him with a quiet look of disappointment or perhaps sorrow. He then sat up very straight in his saddle and began to draw a deep breath as if to give orders.

Chenelle suddenly realized this figure was going to call his name. She flew up to his face, glaring, and told him with a firm cold growl: "No."

"No?" He laughed. "Who are you that you keep us from our travels? No?! Well if not him, then YOU!" Chenelle darted from his swing as she sought to stay clear of his clutch realizing a moment later that was not his intent. He had thrown something at her and she was hit.
Like a bird in a net she was thrown to the ground. Now she was quite angry. Whatever it was, it was heavy, and very cold. It began to congeal on her and she wasn't able to move. She could feel her wings stuck together and weighed down. She also realized she was beginning to freeze to the ground like a lump. Chenelle could see everything yet do nothing...
In that same moment, Lily had flown to where Chenelle was that moment ago. She paused in front of the rider, staring him down with a most radiant and victorious smile. She had been smiling all this time because for all the Deaths and Demises Lily had known, she knew when she saw this horse and its rider, this Death could be challenged.
Chenelle saw Lily smiling at him. She saw her look back to be sure that she was unharmed. And then she saw Lily plunge right through its eyes to where that strange glow was. What happened next was quite bizarre. The rider began to shriek with such inhuman noises it made Chenelle wonder if she would meet her Demise from hearing it. The horse began to violently buck and the rider began tearing its head into pieces trying to get at the pixie inside. The glow became intensely bright and strangely colored with vibrant beauty and ichorous rays. The shrieking became worse, so many horrifying and strange sounds! Then just as suddenly it was dark. A scrap of the fabric that was its head fluttered to the snow. The figure slumped onto the horse now violently stampeding off into the distance. The storm had passed and it was strangely quiet.
The figure in the snow was also silent.
What would you ask a pixie?I am quite possessed by this story of mine...
(updated July 15, 2019)
What would you ask Chenelle about herself, or about pixies at large?

Chenelle
Yes it is a scrappy pic, but it is so fun and genuine...

Ecstatic pixie!!!

I totally need to do a finer version of this piece...

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Three years I have known Chenelle.
And this journal is now three years old.
And it has become so large, DA's servers cannot quite handle any more additions

Thank you all for walking with us. This journal started as what I thought would be just a passing whim. But you have all embraced it to life like a Velveteen rabbit. Thank you...
Truly I appreciate every thought, q
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Next scene:

(See part one of this scene here)

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This is for
I agreed to an art trade back in April (2017) and though I knew instantly what I wanted to do, again I am hobbled by lack of time and talent. But still this was fun, I learned, and hopefully it will be enjoyed by (and others).
, this is a gift. No trade required. I wouldn’t stop you from whatever you wish but you have waited quite some time. You are absolved from your half.

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Again, there is always more I would change or wish I could have done better. I kept trying to work in the NightMare (“horse”) but it just wasn’t working. But I did make a good sketch while I was studying (yay!).

It was very hard and perhaps unfortunate how Chenelle turned out. It is hard to make a congealing lump of blood on a pixie with wings stuck together with dripping blood turn out well in ‘small work’. Oh well. If you zoom in on it perhaps you will see some of the details? And if not, lol.

I find it interesting of myself that I wanted a softer style for The Lights. I really like the way they turned out last time but when I kept doing that this time I wasn’t happy with it, preferring instead to make it softer, with depth(?) more than intensity.

I also have a slightly different vision of the Dullahan that I portrayed. I would of liked him more solid but I couldn’t make him look as good as my sketch... Being under a self imposed deadline of Halloween I opted to go for ethereal... I hope to portray the Dullahan again sometime. Apparently Lily is familiar with his kind. She is not a creepy pixie but she has a lot of arcane knowledge...

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She knew he would soon be dead and began to softly cry. For him and with him. Saddened by the thought that he had been lying here for as long as he must have been. Alone. Cold. Dying...

Chenelle wished she could do more to comfort him and yet equally felt being here now must be very painful to him. She knew he was truly sorry for what he had done. He had changed. As she pondered this it seemed to become even colder and his pallor deepened. His tears stopped. Chenelle tried to shake the tears from her own face.

Suddenly the thunderous sound of hoofbeats were heard. All the more terrifying for the sound they made despite the snow. Lily flew closer to Chenelle. They both turned to see what was coming.

A very dark horse and rider galloped up uncomfortably close to where he lay. Though the rider looked quite large, he did not truly fill out his clothes. Almost like the body of someone or something that had been dead for some time. And his head looked more like a sack of something rotten. There were ragged gashes for eyes and a mouth. A strange glow came from behind the eyes. This light was in horrible contrast to The Lights above.

The horse looked down upon Lily and Chenelle with a snort. The rider equally looked down upon them with a chuckle of disdain. Lily met his gaze with a strangely snarky ”glad to see you" grin. He then turned to look down upon the figure in the snow. He paused and looked down upon him with a quiet look of disappointment or perhaps sorrow. He then sat up very straight in his saddle and began to draw a deep breath as if to give orders.

Chenelle suddenly realized this figure was going to call his name. She flew up to his face, glaring, and told him with a firm cold growl: "No."

"No?" He laughed. "Who are you that you keep us from our travels? No?! Well if not him, then YOU!" Chenelle darted from his swing as she sought to stay clear of his clutch realizing a moment later that was not his intent. He had thrown something at her and she was hit.
Like a bird in a net she was thrown to the ground. Now she was quite angry. Whatever it was, it was heavy, and very cold. It began to congeal on her and she wasn't able to move. She could feel her wings stuck together and weighed down. She also realized she was beginning to freeze to the ground like a lump. Chenelle could see everything yet do nothing...
In that same moment, Lily had flown to where Chenelle was that moment ago. She paused in front of the rider, staring him down with a most radiant and victorious smile. She had been smiling all this time because for all the Deaths and Demises Lily had known, she knew when she saw this horse and its rider, this Death could be challenged.
Chenelle saw Lily smiling at him. She saw her look back to be sure that she was unharmed. And then she saw Lily plunge right through its eyes to where that strange glow was. What happened next was quite bizarre. The rider began to shriek with such inhuman noises it made Chenelle wonder if she would meet her Demise from hearing it. The horse began to violently buck and the rider began tearing its head into pieces trying to get at the pixie inside. The glow became intensely bright and strangely colored with vibrant beauty and ichorous rays. The shrieking became worse, so many horrifying and strange sounds! Then just as suddenly it was dark. A scrap of the fabric that was its head fluttered to the snow. The figure slumped onto the horse now violently stampeding off into the distance. The storm had passed and it was strangely quiet.
The figure in the snow was also silent.
What would you ask a pixie?I am quite possessed by this story of mine...
(updated July 15, 2019)
What would you ask Chenelle about herself, or about pixies at large?

Chenelle
Yes it is a scrappy pic, but it is so fun and genuine...

Ecstatic pixie!!!

I totally need to do a finer version of this piece...

* * * * * * *
Three years I have known Chenelle.
And this journal is now three years old.
And it has become so large, DA's servers cannot quite handle any more additions

Thank you all for walking with us. This journal started as what I thought would be just a passing whim. But you have all embraced it to life like a Velveteen rabbit. Thank you...
Truly I appreciate every thought, q
=================================
Next scene:

(See part one of this scene here)

=================================
This is for
I agreed to an art trade back in April (2017) and though I knew instantly what I wanted to do, again I am hobbled by lack of time and talent. But still this was fun, I learned, and hopefully it will be enjoyed by (and others).
, this is a gift. No trade required. I wouldn’t stop you from whatever you wish but you have waited quite some time. You are absolved from your half.

=================================
Again, there is always more I would change or wish I could have done better. I kept trying to work in the NightMare (“horse”) but it just wasn’t working. But I did make a good sketch while I was studying (yay!).

It was very hard and perhaps unfortunate how Chenelle turned out. It is hard to make a congealing lump of blood on a pixie with wings stuck together with dripping blood turn out well in ‘small work’. Oh well. If you zoom in on it perhaps you will see some of the details? And if not, lol.

I find it interesting of myself that I wanted a softer style for The Lights. I really like the way they turned out last time but when I kept doing that this time I wasn’t happy with it, preferring instead to make it softer, with depth(?) more than intensity.

I also have a slightly different vision of the Dullahan that I portrayed. I would of liked him more solid but I couldn’t make him look as good as my sketch... Being under a self imposed deadline of Halloween I opted to go for ethereal... I hope to portray the Dullahan again sometime. Apparently Lily is familiar with his kind. She is not a creepy pixie but she has a lot of arcane knowledge...