#strident

[the-pantry-of-art]

Strident [unofficial pl translation: Ostry]

He/Him. Age 9 moons (start of AT),- 1 yr 7moons (end of AT).

Affiliations/ ranks: Deep-Woods Pack (family member)

Parents: Alpha, Beta.

Siblings: Bold, Noble, Fleet, Graceful, Daring.

Other Notable Kin: Wise (uncle), Omega (grandmother), Brave (nephew), Quick (nephew), Half-Wolf (nephew), 3 unnamd desised pups (niblings).

{canon description: Strident is a male wolf with dark gray fur}

Design Info: He have the build of a Rocy-Slopes Pack wolf: he's tall, big, have huge paws and his fur and mane are incredibly thick and dense. While having the recognisabe dark coloration of a Great Fir Forest wolf (he looks like his papa).

(Backstory) & other changes: -

Character summary: 🤷‍♂️ he doesn't do much other than being mean.

(New design stats:)

Full character design- #14

Erin Hunter character- #13

Survivors character- #13

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

[mvaljean525]

I RADIANT notes Piercing my narrow-chested room, Beating down through my ceiling— Smeared with unshapen Belly-prints of dreams Drifted out of old smokes— Trillions of icily Peltering notes Out of just one canary; All grown to song, As a plant to its stalk, From too long craning at a sky-light And a square of second-hand blue.

Silvery-strident throat So assiduously serenading me, My brain flinches under The glittering hail of your notes. Were you not safe behind—rats know what thickness of—plastered wall, I might fathom Your golden delirium With throttle of finger and thumb, Shutting valve of bright song.

II But if—away off—on a fork of grassed earth Socketing an inlet of blue water … If canaries—do they sing out of cages?— Flung such luminous notes, They would sink in the spirit, Lie germinal … Housed in the soul as a seed in the earth, To break forth at spring with the crocuses        into young smiles on the mouth … Or, glancing off buoyantly, Radiate notes in one key With the sparkle of rain-drops On the petal of a cactus flower Focusing the just-out sun.

Cactus … why cactus? God … God! Somewhere … away off … Cactus flowers, star-yellow, Ray out of spiked green; And empties of sky Roll you over and over Like a mother her baby in long grass. And only the wind scandal-mongers with gum trees, Pricking multiple leaves at his wondrous story.

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Cactus Seed

Lola Ridge  1873–1941

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Graphic - Xevi Solà Serra  (B.1969)

[athousandgateaux]

The disappearance of silence must be counted among the harbingers of the end. It is no longer on account of its shamelessness or its debauchery that today's Babylon the Great deserves to fall, but because of its racket and its noise, the stridency of its hardware and the desperate types who cannot manage to quiet down.

E.M. Cioran, Drawn and Quartered, pg. 51

[jaebum-mainhoe-blog]

Another One wallpaper 💕

[leonmarie]

extrait dessin de l’édition les eaux,

2017,

léon

[sohannabarberaesque]

But then again, Daws Butler, the great cartoon voice master at Hanna-Barbera, would devote his later years to having impromptu weekly clases aimed at developing a new generation of cartoon voice talent.

[eliteprepsat]