Primorye (Russian Far East). Bear cubs.
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Primorye (Russian Far East). Bear cubs.
Sketches of ornaments painted Vladimir Cathedral, 1885, Viktor Vasnetsov
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i kind of, sort of, tried to make a snow capall. instead, i have this creature. i hereby apologize to all equine creatures on earth and otherwise.
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rider challenge 12: reflect
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rider: olive callahanÂ
Mornings by the docks chill Olive to her core and make her fingers blush pink. Her breath makes clouds of fog in the air. December swept into Thisby like a gust of wind, with falling snow and freezing temperatures. Beside her, her father and sister are sitting on a bench, watching the ships entering the small stretch of sea in front of them. A gargantuan ferry is perched by the wooden dock, ready to take away the tourists. Olive feels a rush of excitement, as she remembers, not just tourists are leaving this time.Â
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rider challenge 11: race day
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Olive stands before the mirror on the morning of the race. Her fingers are slowly and intricately braiding her dark hair. The monotony of the twisting movement is comforting and lulls her into a sort of stupor. In between deep breaths, she whispers to herself. Whatever happens, it will be fine and Thisby is a place of the past. Once she reaches the tips of her hair and ties a band around it, she rests her arms at her sides and stares into the mirror. Looking back at herself, she notices the freckles on her now weathered skin, the results of those days in the sun on the beach. Her eyes are tired and dull, and her skin is dry and rough. Olive sighs and runs her fingers over her face, before smoothing her clothing, a sweater and brown trousers, and turning away, towards the picture-covered wall. She takes a close look at the images. Tall, grey, foggy London, with its intricate buildings and monuments. Verdant, beautiful Edinburgh, with castles and trees. Vibrant, festive Dublin, full of garish painted walls and signs. In that moment, she made up her mind; she was going to see the world, or she was going to die trying. Thisby was just a stop along the way to her future.
rider challenge 10: weakness
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âI wasnât sure that you would come!â James is grinning and waving as Olive clambers down the rocks onto the beach, carefully and slowly leading Morrigan. Beside him, is a huge capall, with menacing teeth lined up like dominoes, that make Olive feel uneasy. Still, his smile is pleasant, and it catches, like a disease.
rider challenge 9: obstacles
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Olive sat at the kitchen table, holding a warm mug in her hand. Outside the window, the sky was dark and the wind was pulling at the trees. The weather looks as if it will be harsh, and Olive dreads the walk down to the beach for training.
Do you ever just⊠crave the forest? Like you feel like you NEED to be in a forest. The crisp cold air with just a sweater on, looking at the red and orange foliage in the autumn. In the winter the frigid and empty branches. The summer all the green. The spring the smell of rain and the mud. God I love the forest.
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sir Gawain and the Green Knight for my Monthly monster drawing â„ I think I am going to use this one as Christmas postcard :3
Melisande (1895-1898) - Marianne Stokes
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Rider: Olive CallahanÂ
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Lying on her back, Olive watches the light peeking through the window and reaching the ceiling. Her arms are splayed out on each side of her and she takes deep breaths in and out.
One of commissioned OCs, but I just fell in love.Due to many symbolic connotations with ravens, drew her as Veshnitsa-Soroka (Magpie-foreteller) â shapeshifting witch from slavic folklore.Â
origins challenge: the library of thisby
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The library in Thisby is far older than any of the islandâs inhabitants. The shelves house leatherbound words with spines that crack and pages that drift loose; they hide loose, yellowing pages, sometimes barely legible. The colors on the spines are faded and muted. They contain secrets in archaic languages, and old physicianâs diagrams. They hold myths and legends and poems and stories. If there was once a librarian, they must not have been very organized; the books follow their own rules, their own system.Tucked away in a little one-room building just outside of Skarmouth, no one owns the stone hut, but sometimes, when people go in alone, they swear that can hear a soft turning of pages and they can spy a faint light off behind the mahogany shelves.