uliana redfeather

she/her | english level c1 | 19

[shrimppee3player]

Can You Spot The Wolf In This Picture ??

Tho this time I thought it would b cool to make this piece centered around Carmen, including items more specific to her route ‘,:3

I hope this reaches fellow fans of this game (The Path for those who don’t know !!)

[thepathfanclub]

my brother drew carmen :)

[sulsulesbian]

[xkattytonicx]

Yeah OK I'll do more of the sisters

[sulsulesbian]

woo carmen's outfit variation

[cheshirefangs]

Run girl run

[uliana-redfeather]

day 7: free day

i've been drawing these throughout the week and finally posting! behold! disney fairies crossover! a very unsuitable franchise for the path but what can i do, it's close to my heart

carmen and ginger - garden fairies

robin and rose - animal fairies

scarlet - dust fairy

ruby - thunder fairy

[lilmisssammy]

The Path Week 2023

Day 7: Free Day

There's something @occasionallythreeowls said to me a while ago when talking about Carmen. Namely, that when Carmen looks into the water she can't see her reflection. So I took that to its natural extreme. When Carmen looks into the water, all she can see is the man who ruined her life.

[occasionallythreeowls-deactivat]

Day Six: Black, White, Red

Black hair. White face. Red shirt.

A walking “keep out” sign.

That was the intention, anyway. The getup draws more eyes than it repels. She hears them in the hallways, the locker rooms, the courtyard. Carefully calculated whispers, just loud enough to be overheard, just quiet enough for deniability. Girls are so cunning in their cruelty.

Maybe the smart thing would be to disappear. Vanish, like prey, into the long grass. Tremble as the wolves stalk the wilds, hungry for her blood. Cower and whimper and wait.

She’d rather be their effigy.

So she takes their insults, their laughter, their sugar-coated exclusion. Keeps her expression stoic and grim. When a rare kid is stupid enough to mock her to her face, she mocks them right back, and makes sure the words burn them down.

There are whispers of concern, among the laughs. Pitying stares. Hands on her shoulders.

“Is something going on? Do you want to talk about it?”

As if they could help. As if anyone could help. They can’t staunch the venom of high school any more than they could evaporate the ocean.

It’s only in the foods that her lungs fill all the way when she breathes. Only under the cover of wide, dark leaves can she fully exist. Far from ravenous peers and well-meaning family. In the woods she can feel the weight of her feet on the earth, the world moving beneath her, and she knows she’s still alive.

She isn’t afraid when she loses sight of the path, when the light fades, and the only thing she can do is keep walking. She knows, eventually, she’ll end up right back where she was. Right where she needs to be.

So she walks. And walks. And walks.

The air gets cooler. It carries the heavy smell of wet leaves and old earth. The only sound is the occasional light landing of a falling leaf. There’s no birdsong, no skittering of frightened little rodents moving from shelter to shelter.

Just her.

It’s odd to be so utterly alone. She feels like there’s both more and less than her. Her mind feels larger than her body, and her body feels smaller than the world. She imagines her shadow stretching out from her body, forever and ever, wrapping around the world like Jörmungandr.

Eventually, she finds the playground. She always seems to. There’s countless other places in these woods, once-human settlements left to the claws of the natural world. Her siblings find those places with ease. But Ruby always seems to end up back here, again and again.

Here the sky is black. The red paint is peeling. The wood’s bleached white. Here the rusting bones of the playground call out to her. The rot invites her in. She could stay here, among the dead metal, until her bones join the wreck.

But her siblings would get annoyed with her for running off and missing dinner. And her teachers would get on her case for not turning in her homework. And of course her grandmother would worry—not like she has anything better to do in her claustrophobic little cottage than worry all day.

She sighs, feeling the air as it moves out of and into her lungs. Out of the corner of her eye, she thinks she can see someone watching her. Halfway swallowed by trees and shadow, haloed by smoke. Slouching slightly, hands in their pockets. The red light of a cigarette, sending white smoke against the black backdrop of their silhouette. She freezes, staring at this figure standing in the trees. But then a twig snaps behind her and she turns around to see a familiar girl in a white dress, smiling and holding out her hand.

Back to the path. Back to the city. Back to lights and whispers and counting down the days until her girlhood ends.

[lilmisssammy]

The Path Week 2023

Day 6: Red, Black, White

To be honest, this prompt was very vague on purpose, I'm really excited to see the diversity it what will be shown! This is also very much inspired by the original illustration of the siblings and their wolves because I just really like it

[uliana-redfeather]

day 6: black, white, red

immediately wanted to draw rose at the graveyard after reading the prompt

[thepathfanclub]

was quite busy yesterday so didn't draw anything for the wolf prompt D:

[prosperdraws]

[sulsulesbian]

the path week 2023

day 5 • wolf swap

I've been thinking about this wolf swap for a very long time... i think Carmen still has a love/hate relationship with the girl in Red and what she feels like she's burdened her with

[occasionallythreeowls-deactivat]

Day Five: Wolf Swap

The Girl in Red cannot for the life of her figure out this strange little creature.

She can hardly believe that this absent-minded little fool shares genetic material with her sorrow-marked siblings, each of them utterly and irreparably bound to the earth.

And then there’s this walking balloon.

She drifts across the field the Girl in Red calls home, delicate fingers tracing the thin veins of wildflower petals. A faint smile on her pale face, like she’s in on some secret.

She doesn’t like when this girl looks at her. Like she understands something about her without either of them saying a word to each other. It reminds her all too much of her sister in white, wise beyond wisdom and distant from this world and every other.

“Hello,” the strange girl says. Her voice is soft, weak. “Are you exploring too?”

The Girl in Red turns up her nose.

“You’re not the fun one.”

“Ginger?” the strange girl asks with another little smile. “Sorry. It’s my turn to go to Grandmother’s house. But I had some time, so I thought I’d check on the flowers.”

Check on the flowers. The Girl in Red fights the urge to feed this little cretin to the Werewolf. She sighs, then cocks her head to one side. Considers. She’s not supposed to see this one. The thing in the lake has already marked this girl. So why is she here? And why can this child, who’s not yet started to truly grow, see her now?

“There’s another girl in the forest,” the strange girl adds after a moment of silence. “She looks a bit like you. Are you sisters?”

She’s all the good parts of me, running away and away and away and I can never catch her hand.

“Yeah. She’s my sister.”

The strange girl smiles even wider. A breeze catches in her hair, causing it to gently sway like weeds in water.

“That’s great! She’s really nice. Does your family have a cottage out here? Our grandmother lives just down the path, at the edge of the woods.”

“We’re here and there,” the Girl in Red replies. “Where we need to be.”

The strange girl frowns.

“I suppose that’s where everyone is,” she says. “Where they need to be. Even when they feel lost.” She looks at the Girl in Red curiously. “Do you ever feel lost?”

Yes.

“No.”

“Oh,” the strange girl says, then smiles sheepishly. “Because I feel pretty lost right now. Know how to get back to the path?”

Follow the light ‘till you find the lake. There’s someone very important there, waiting for you. They’ve been waiting for you for a long, long time.

“Find my sister. She’s got a good sense of direction.”

“I wish I knew this forest better,” the strange girl admits. “This place, it seems like it doesn’t want to be known. Maybe I should respect that.”

You aspire to know so much. That hunger, it’s almost as great as ours.

“It’s a big forest. People who don’t live out here find trouble more than they find anything else. It’s only when you belong here that you start to know everywhere interesting.”

The strange girl’s expression softens.

“If I go to find your sister,” she says, “will you come with me? Maybe we can all play together, or just spend some time. It would be nice.”

I can’t leave this place. None of us can. We just pace and fester and hunger and wait.

“No. I’m not done playing. Have fun with my sister. She likes gentle games.”

The strange girl looks somber for a moment. Then she nods, taking a moment to look up at the patch of sky above them, one of the only ones visible from the forest. Here the light is golden, the sky a deep, lonesome blue. The last of the light is being swallowed up by the long night to come.

“Oh, goodness, it’s almost dark! I need to hurry!” the strange girl says. “Are you sure you’ll be okay by yourself?”

The Girl in Red nods.

“Like I said. I know this place. Even in the dark I know every turn.” She picks a flower and pulls off the petals one by one. “Run along. I’m not yours anyway.”

The strange girl looks confused at her words, but finally relents, and walks away. She turns as the fading light catches in her hair, weaving gold into the black.

“I hope I see you again.”

You’ll be swallowed whole before you’ll ever get that chance, little thing.

The Girl in Red just waves.

[lilmisssammy]

The Path Week 2023

Day 5: Wolf Swap

Ever since I saw a photoshop of Robin and Fey Wolf together I knew he would fucking hate her with a BURNING passion. Though Robin being Robin she'd love him and the piano.

[prosperdraws]

I love how we apparently all saw this prompt and went “okay, ten year old Scarlet with infant Robin”