Hello, my name is Kat (aka "kathana_da"). Welcome to my blog! I’m 30+ year old 2D digital artist that likes to draw characters... sometimes.
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wait, one of your old art, the lamb said that she had yo bury one of her children and in the old description of Duren, it was written about a twin brother. Did the lamb really have a miscarriage during Duren's birth?
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Yeah, well, it changed a lot actually, but in the official lore there was supposed to be 5 children from which one is dead at birth. It kept changing from before Duran's birth, to a twin sibling and now it's the youngest one that's gone. I wanted to make a whole arc about it, but eventually I lost the passion and never did it, and probably never will.
But yeah, the last one's name was Dawn at first, I changed it to Eve recently, to follow a trend with my shittens (A, B, C, D, E). Eve died due to ichor poisoning. Think of it like when a mother and a fetus have different blood types, it wouldn't be normally be much of an issue, but Lamb's body is different being a godly being, so it ends up killing the baby. It's also the first sign that Lamb is unable to bear any more children.
This event had a great influence on everyone in the family, especially the Lamb.
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Made some artwork based on a roleplay I started with a friend <3
I also wanna join VGen and do commissions there, I hope I can get the code with this post
Feel free to read the scene under the "Keep reading" section
"One... Two... Three... Four..."
Auburn drags his legs through a thick snow, slowly leading his body forward as the heavy storm pelted snow into his eyes.
"One... Two... Three... Fo-"
He loses his balance for a moment. A grunt escapes his mouth as he barely regains his poise with the help of his trusty spear, preventing him from falling over. He steps forward and continues his journey.
"One... Two... Three... Four..."
Idiot. You should have known. You should have prepared for this hunt better. It's freezing out here...
"One... Two... Three... Four..."
Winter in Darkwood isn't as strong as it is here. But most of the creatures that live there now hibernate and hide in their little hideouts. Not favourable conditions for a hunter. Auburn was sent off to provide meat for his home grounds, as the supplies begun to depleat already. It didn't help that their cattle was ambushed by a pack of wolfish, severly diminishing their direct source of grub as of late. Some of them got stuck in their traps, providing them with a temporary replacement. That day Auburn learned a very useful skill, a skill he would put to use not long into the journey. A journey... NOT approved by his mother. But twas the risk worth taking. Perhaps if he brings them an offering, they will forget of his risky adventure. They won't. Of course they won't. But he refuses to be bested by his annoying little sister, whom have already stepped past Woolhaven, far before any of their siblings. And he would not let himself stand lower than her.
"One... Two... Three... Four..."
The hunt was sucessful. The lands he ventured in were full of prey, ready to be hunted. Wolfish, while a challenging catch, were a bountiful source of flesh and hide. They are a valuable resource that's often overlooked due to their deadly nature. An amateur soldier wouldn't stand a chance against them.
Fortunately, Auburn was far more superior than that. Throught the last 2 days he managed to catch 5 stray wolfish roaming the lands away from their packs. He's carrying plenty of meat in his bags, enough to feed a whole village. Beat this, sister!
"Heh! One... Two... Three... Four..."
The sun hides behind the horizon and as it does, as if on cue, Auburn feels many eyes following his back. Faint silhouettes begin to flicker in and out of existence, some wandering, some replaying history over and over, long forgotten by the people of the island. But Ewefall remembers still. The bloodshed of the folks strongly resembling the looks that of his mother. The legacy that his Leader passed onto him and his siblings. Mostly his siblings.
"One... Two... Three... Four..."
The eyes of the dead are empty, but Auburn can still feel their piercing stares as they pass Auburn by, absent mindedly avoiding his figure, hidden beneath the heavy pelt of a wolfish that Auburn killed first. Not as good of a work as his younger sibling would do, but it does its job well: a fine disguise to use in these lands.
"One... Two... Three... Four..."
Finally. An adequate shelter. Following an influx of spirits, Auburn was lead to an old, ruined village. Many of the buildings collapsed due to its history, time or weather conditions. But, as Auburn kept going, he reached an abandoned house with only partially collapsed roof. Not the best find, but still a lucky one. It should do until the night passes through.
Auburn almost pulled the doors when...
He remembered.
Knock, knock, knock!
Even ghosts of the past deserve basic courtesy.
After nobody answers the doors (as expected), Auburn pulls them open and enters the house. As he've seen on the outside, a hole in the roof allowed for the snow to venture inside, more than Auburn has hoped, but less than it could. He had no time or energy to temporarily fix the ceiling, but it didn't matter. He was but a visitor.
The walls provided enough protection against the wind, even though the heavy creaking was fueling Auburn's anxiety. He planted his equipment and trophies onto the floor near what used to be once a solid looking fireplace.
Auburn did not waste time to start a fire. As he finally managed to summon enough sparks, he sat down in front of the smoldering wood and sticks, waiting and watching the fire grow. As it did, Auburn, overwhelmed with fatigue, held his spear close to his chest, hoping that the smoke blends in with the snowy storm.
I have a silly question:does shittens have any favorite toys?
Duran likes to collect bones, Camellia used to have dolls before she lost interest in them, Auburn has a bamboo sword and a lamb plushie that he used to sleep with as a child.
And Bene doesn't have favourite toys, but they used to hunt for critters as a kid. They used to hide them around the cult, just about anywhere that would fit and nobody else would immediately find. Then immediately forget where they put them. Once a while someone would pull out a bird carcass out of the furnace.
