Full Names for Darkness, Earth, Lightning, and Light

Darkness - Ander Belasko

Earth - Conall James Volkov

Lightning - Rela Nicole Vida

Light - Martha Alina Robertson

Thunder

THUNDER
R o l l i n g
B O O M I N G
Grumbling along the sky

The slow herald of the storm
Trailing after lightning
The bright flash it chases
At its own steady p a c e

L
 a z
    y
And HEAVY
From a quiet growl
To an angry ROAR

THUNDER
R o l l i n g
B O O M I N G
Grumbling along the sky

Sitting in the bedroom
Listening
To the LOUD
V    b r       i   g
   i      a t    n

T
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SOUND

It is quiet

Butterflies Won't Tell

A butterfly flits by
Under the bridge to hide
And doesn't wish to tell exactly why

Nerves unravel where they lie
Let's not be fit to tie
A butterfly flits by

Rainy drops will catch the eye
Cover the head from a cloudy sky
Under the bridge to hide

Ripples in the Frost

Frigid to bare touch
Rippling in splendid patterns
Over porches and glass windows
Soft feathery ferns surround
Tight whimsical swirls of frost

Under the Wind We Hide

Wind howls
Loud
Beat down
Hurdles over the ground
Whooshing down
We won't make a sound
Hooves pound
Whispers abound
Loud
Beat down
We won't make a sound
The river runs over ground
Would make the mighty falls proud
So loud
We hear them drown
As the wind pounds down
Howling as the wisps roll in to shroud
We won't make a sound
For darkness is abound

Hugged by a Snowflake

A snowflake with six arms

Serenity

Three spikes on each end

Rounded not sharp

Gently f
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Brushed by the breeze

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Soft in atmosphere

Three bars connecting each arm

Crystal CLEAR blue

A calm lazy  s p i n

Elegant and graceful

With a ring in the center

To hold them together

Comfort

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And clear peace of mind

Progress on a Dragon

                                        

Here's some progress pics of a current project for Hunters of Shadows. It's still not done yet though. Only the flat colors are finished and I'm still working on adding some kind of shading to it.

Hunters of Shadows Draft 1 Chapter 2 - Punchable Faces

Special note before we begin: So I didn't meet the goal of having the rest of the 5 chapters done by January obviously. Nevertheless I finally managed to get through the writers block and pump out the last couple paragraphs of this second chapter. I do still plan to keep the first five chapters free for all so please keep an eye out for chapters 3-5! When I've built up enough of a backlog of chapters  after that I'll start posting them to my patreon as a tiered benefit. Please keep a look out on my patreon page for more details when that time arrives. One final note before you read this chapter. As I've finalized some of the character names since last chapter post any filler names have been replaced with the new one. I think the only one that is going to be different for this chapter is 'James' though, who is now 'Conall'- Conall James Volkov. Martha's full name is now Martha Alina Robertson.

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CHAPTER 2 – Punchable Faces

               Martha woke sluggishly. Head pounding her vision slowly came into blurry focus. At first the only thing that registered was a soft yellow light illuminating the area. As her vision cleared she could see that just a few feet from where she lay was a wall made of wrought iron bars. Suddenly aware of the hard stone she was lying on she attempted to sit up for a better look around and immediately regretted it. Besides the vertigo that her hasty movement caused the throbbing in her skull increased and every inch of her was screaming how sore her body was. Closing her eyes in attempt to keep the dizziness at bay she appreciated the fact that as far as she could tell she was only that. Sore.

               The memories of the events leading to her assault suddenly coming back to her full force had her leaping up in a panic. Which was another mistake as the vertigo and migraine that had just started to fade both came back with a vengeance causing her to topple forwards. Grabbing onto the bars for balance and to keep from face planting into them Martha tried to take a steadying breath.

               Voices. She could hear voices and footsteps drawing nearer to her cell. Assuming it was a cell. It couldn’t be anything else with the bars and three stone walls. Slowly- having finally learned her lesson about moving quickly right now- Martha began to back away from the bars until her back was against the wall behind her. Promptly the persons belonging to the approaching footsteps came into view ceasing their hushed whispering to each other at the sight of her.

               “Ahh, look who’s finally awake,” said the man. He was dark haired and a little gruff looking in his worn brown leather jacket and dark jeans. To his right and standing slightly behind him was a stern looking woman about a head taller than him with a dark red-orange bob-cut. Notably the lady was dressed in a gray business skirt and suit jacket with sensible flats in contrast to her more casually rugged companion.

               “Where-, “ Martha began voice catching in her throat.

               “Where are you?” he asked. “Well underground for starters-, “ the woman gives him a sharp look.

               “No!” Martha interrupts. “Conall! Where- Co-, “ she can’t finish the sentence. The memory of her cousin disappearing with that… thing replaying in her mind like a horror film. She can hardly process it but whoever these people holding her captive are she has no doubt they know something about it.

               “Conall?” the man’s brow furrows. A second later understanding lights his features. “Oh, you mean that boy that Darwin saw with you? A nasty shame that, getting hauled off by that monster. He was your cousin right? So sorry about that.“ he said not sounding really all that sorry.

               Paling slightly Martha asked “You don’t mean he’s- “

               “What? Dead? Unfortunate but more than likely.” Martha was really starting to despise this man’s irreverent attitude. “A right horrible way to go probably torn up to shreds- “

               “Shut up!” she shrieked grasping onto the iron bars again. She was only slightly validated by the reproachful look the woman was sending his way. “Why?” she croaked. “Why would you send that thing to kill-, “

               “What you think that was our doing?” he asked amusedly gesturing to his companion and himself in turn. “Oh, no no no little miss you got it all wrong.” She really wanted to punch that grin off his stupid face.

               “Margo that’s enough.” The woman finally speaks up before he can continue with what he meant by that. Stepping forward she pointedly glares her partner into taking a few steps back. Turning back to address Martha she says “Rest assured we are not responsible for sending the shadow beast after you or your cousin young lady.”

               “But you know what it is,” Martha pressed mentally filing away the term ‘shadow beast’.

               “We do.” She says.

               And says nothing else.

               “Well what do you know?” Martha asks again desperation seeping into her voice.

               “We-“ Margo starts.

               “I don’t think we should- “

“Hey I got this.” Margo holds a pacifying hand out to his companion. “I think this,” and he gestures with his other hand to Martha. “Is something we can use.” The woman purses her lips as she gives the man an unreadable look before seeming to concede. “Alright.” She says.

The man Margo steps forward to just a foot in front of the bars. In the same motion he reaches into a right pants pocket and pulls out a set of keys on  a ring which he twirls round his finger.  Martha takes a step back. “I- ” he smirks, “am going to unlock this door for you.” He reaches out with his other hand and rattles the bars. “And you are going to not kick up a fuss- like a good well behaved little girl- and we’ll take you upstairs, get you all cleaned up, with a hot meal, change of clothes, maybe some sweets.” Martha sincerely wishes to punch him. “And then we’ll tell the little miss everything she wants to know. In exchange,” he leans in towards her cell. Martha barely resists the urge to back up again. “You.” Dramatic pause. “Will become our little helper.” Margo has a very punchable face Martha decides.

“So?” he asks. “What does little miss say?” A teasing rattle of the keys.

Martha is silent for a beat as she glares her displeasure.

“Fine.” She says. She hadn’t thought that grin could get any wider, but there it does. “Wonderful!” says Margo. A playful toss of the keys from finger to palm and the lock gets undone. The hinges of the metal door creaks loudly as it’s pulled open. Margo makes a grand gesture to the left of himself one hand still on the cell door. ”Right this way Miss!”

Martha clenches her fists and takes a step forward.

Sketchy

These are a few sketches that I plan to digitize later. Personally I really like the butterfly. 

Mini Acrylic Magnet - Flower Fields

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Mini Acrylic Magnet - Sea Sail

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Mini Acrylic Magnet - Brown and White

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Mini Acrylic Magnet - Black and White

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Mini Acrylic Magnet - Purple & White

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Mini Acrylic Magnet - Blossom

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Mini Acrylic Magnet - Mountains and Lake

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Mini Acrylic Magnet - Snowflake

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Happy New Year 2020!

First off Happy New Year and welcome to a new Decade!

On to business.

So I kind of disappeared for about a month from here what with not even posting an update about anything but I am back and ready to actually post some stuff on here this month. I've been silent for far longer on other sites before but I'd managed at least a post or two each month since starting this blog so I feel a little like I let the ball drop last month. Anyway I also wanted to let people know that I DO still plan to have the rest of the first 5 rough draft chapters (or at least first 5k words) up for Hunters of Shadows by the end of this month. I've been in a little bit of a funk this holiday season but I'm still determined to try and meet that goal. Wish me luck please!

Mini Acrylic Magnet- Abstract

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Mini Acrylic Magnet-Gray Sky Shore

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