#bahrag

[kumatajdg]

Any BIONICLE fans out there in need of an art commission?

Feel free to message if you'd like to discuss anything :)

(Just to be clear - I've no problem with the audience I have, and I shan't be abandoning the subjects you follow me for!

I'd just like to branch out a bit in terms of what I draw.)

[nihilpersona]

Bow to the blue queen

Clay sculpture of the bahrag queen, Cahdok

2023

[edward18]

Did a Bionicle sketch last night at work =)

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[bioniclechicken]

April approacheth so I drew some girls

Forgive me

Hahli-chan

Maku

Tamaru

Gavra

Gavra (reboot)

Vhisola

Dalu

Kai

Marka

Nokama-sensei

Idris

Bahrag Princesses

[cha5otic]

Pixiv

What they're really doing at the caves before being rudely interrupted by the Toa Matas

[makutaservaela]

Bio-Parenting: Morning at the Bahrag Palace

Fun fact: Some reptiles carry their babies in a pouch in their mouth. Of course Miserix shapeshifted himself one.

Also, I just noticed his nose horn disappeared between frames.

Masterlist: Link

Questions currently in the QnA queue: 3

[byz-was-here]

Imagine being the Bahrag.

Ok, hear me out.Say you work at , say the white house.

You’re the head of sanitation (along with your sister who also has the same job as you).

You get a notification that says, “Hey, time to do the landscaping.” So you get your crew together, and send them out to cut grass, pull weeds, trim shrubs or whatever. 

And then suddenly a bunch of secret service agents jump out of the bushes, and beat up your workers out of nowhere.

Understandably, you’d be very confused.

Then they kick down your door (after stealing your employee's keys to get in)

And THEN you realize these are the president’s PERSONAL secret service agents, and you’re even more confused, but you don’t have time to talk or ask questions because right now they’re beating the crap out of you ...and now you’re duct taped & Zip-tied to your sister (who also is co-head of sanitation and is as lost as you are), and then they leave you stuck on the floor of your office trussed up like a turkey without a single word.

Eventually You manage to fumble for your phone and call some upper level employees who were off today to come and get you because What, and I cannot stress this enough, The Fuck.

Except the Secret Service squad breaks into your office AGAIN once your employees find you and throw them all out a fucking window. and then they just. Leave. Again. 

With you tied up to your sister sitting on the floor. And you still don’t have a clue as to what the fuck is going on. 

And THEN. after who KNOWS how long, the Secret Service guys walk back in and go, “Uh, well this is awkward, but uh. We need you to finish landscaping now.” 

You can practically HEAR the curb your enthusiasm theme playing in the background. 

[matau-the-228th]

A quick-and-dirty coloring job of a quick-and-dirty sketch I did several years ago and it's corresponding snippet from a take on the Hordika & Inika storylines that I was working on from... even further back.

(...Which is under the cut)

Happy 810nicle day!

Welcome to my prison-nest, brotherling

A large, draconian head emerged into the firelight. Four massive glowing eyes focused loosely on him, shimmering green with compound facets under which shone a clear intelligence. The iridescent metal-flesh of the being seemed to flicker in color every so often with the dancing flame, a bright blue or red sometimes taking hold over the dull silver for a brief moment.

“What… are you?” Vakama murmured quietly, though the thing seemed to hear him without issue. The large head rose backwards as it stepped forward, revealing a serpentine neck that folded over itself and two small forelimbs. Along its tail- or perhaps thorax- were several spheres, each gently glowing a different color, pulsing as if they themselves were alive, separate from the beast.

Our name has no meaning. The Sister-queen is dead. We were called Bahrag. That shall suffice.

He remembered the stories now. Massive beasts that had been brought by Barraki Raiders to the city as siege-weapons. So dangerous, they had to be restrained by six of the Raiders, even in the midst of battle. Lhikan and a few other toa had dispatched the whole crew, beasts and all. Or perhaps not. 

Indeed, brotherling. The voice interrupted his thoughts, This One was not killed that day. This One was half-dead, stolen away by the same Toa Tuyet who holds you captive now.

The Bahrag began circling Vakama, each eye seeming to focus on a different part of him for a brief moment before scanning another portion of his body. After a moment, it stopped, leaning in close enough for Vakama to feel hot air escaping from the beast’s frontal vents.  Rejoice, brotherling, for this Queen accepts you into her Horde. Be honored that the toa-energy of you and your fellow Hordika has been used to feed the newest Kal.

“Kal? Is that your kind’s name for the spiders?”

A repeating, sickly grunt emanated from the Bahrag, but the translation of laughter was clear.

The Kal are much more than what you call “spiders,” or even their following stages. They still sleep, waiting to wake only when I cease to be. No, the “spiders” are just our beginning.

As if to demonstrate, one of the spiders descended from the ceiling, resting on an outstretched Bahrag-claw. Now holding still, Vakama could clearly see that these ones were different from the dangerous Rahi pests he was accustomed to. The armor on it was thin and loosely-spaced, revealing a rubberlike layer of skin and muscle underneath.

We have learned that your kind do not speak the true names of the Horde out of fear, but this One shall teach you, brotherling. These children are ‘Krana.’

An orblike cocoon fell from the ceiling, the thick webbing below doing little to quiet the loud crack of flesh-metal striking stone. The same translucent shell tore through the layers of silk surrounding it, revealing claws that sparked and smoked.

The sphere began to unwind, and arms and legs that looked far too much like a Matoran’s began extending from the main body, only to shudder and begin flailing. A group of Matoran scurried from behind the webs, at least two holding onto each thrashing limb. A dull, lifeless glow emanated from the eye-holes of the Krana attached to their face, each of its spider-like legs now seeming to meld with the Matoran’s head.

These ones, who have fused to a host, are ‘Va.’

An insect-like clicking sound emanated from the spherical being.

Chikt-chikt-chikt-chikt-chikt…

Those that have encased their host and have grown into walking chrysalis are ‘Bohrok,’ such as the one entering the final stage of it's metamorphosis before you.

The carapace of the being began to crack, the clicking becoming louder until the solid crystalline shell flung forward, revealing the form inside.

And those that have fully subsumed the host and shed their chrysalis are the true Horde. The last host who gazed upon their birth and managed to live called the Horde ‘Stealers of Life,’ and so we have named ourselves. 

It pulled free from its old skin, two compound eyes gleaming despite the darkness. Spider-like legs and long, wicked pincers tore the remaining chrysalis apart, what little resemblance to the poor person the thing had consumed now lost forever.

Vakama took a step back. He had heard of them, monsters from circle-fire stories on the darkest and coldest of nights. 

“Visorak.”