Grey
Dialectical Hermeticist
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DreamingofRoses
Rosa Indomitus
It's cool. Now get to work!
Articus
Tigulf Extraordinaire
I only just realized that one of my themes was picked !w!
Wolf Rawrrr
Wolf-Knight
What was picked? Where? I can't find anything 
DreamingofRoses
Rosa Indomitus
Check the first post, Volk.Volk said:
Wolf Rawrrr
Wolf-Knight
Oh.DreamingofRoses said:
Birth By Sleep! My theme got picked! *anxious barking*
You can count on Wolf. Thanks
DreamingofRoses
Rosa Indomitus
Y'all do realize the themes get picked at random, right?
Wolf Rawrrr
Wolf-Knight
[shy]Y-yes b-b-but... I... I... [bold]My theme got p-picked![/bold][/shy] *satisfied howl*
Doctor Calgori
Minister of Science, Shhh.....
The moral of the story is that
Articus
Tigulf Extraordinaire
Still, its cool that my mine was picked; randomly or otherwise 'w'DreamingofRoses said:
HumanPlus
Sleeper Agent
This was a really bad time for my graphics tablet to die on me. Oh, and i'm broke so i won't really be able to buy a new one for a while. I'll try to come up with something but it sorta ruins my chances to continue the drawing i started. I'll see if i can do something on paper and just scan it in.
Millershipper
Lost in cyberspace. What a lucky fellow am I.
The dunes before him twist and weave with the wind, sand scouring their faces. Dust whips off the tops in long flowing streamers of yellow, ochre, brown. His face hides behind a rag knotted off at the nape of his thin neck, the cloth blowing and flapping in the breeze. He doesn't know what color his eyes are, but the ends of the hair blown across his features is gritty brown, sprinkled with grey.
He walks without real aim. Every morning he wakes up and starts walking in the direction the sun rises. His first clear memory is one of awaking in this desolate land, a backpack full of water and jerky beside him. He wore boots, heavy pants with large pockets and some sort of mottled pattern dyeing the cloth, a drab t-shirt and a heavy jacket of the same material as the pants. He found no injury, somehow knowing that he needed more water without knowing how he knew that. That first morning he'd picked a direction and was now walking that direction every day, lost. Profoundly lost.
He'd slept during the heat of noon, and during the chill of midnight. The rest of his time was spent walking. Thinking. Wondering why this landscape called to some missing part of him. His trudging footsteps were soon erased. Every day he started with a blank slate. Every day he made progress of a sort, though what progress? Toward something? Away?
Today brings a change. Arising from the sand is...a shape. A cloud? It doesn't move. A hallucination? It never changes... As he walks it stays right on the edge of the world, stubbornly refusing to grow closer. Maybe it is a mirage. He's seen other things, but lacking a framework to tell him what they were or what they meant he'd merely continued walking.
The sun arches up into the sky. When it nears the zenith he uses the small digging tool he'd found attached to his backpack to dig down into the cooler sand. He covers himself with the ground cloth folded into the bottom of his now-light backpack, using it to prevent both sun and sand from scouring his skin. The cooler sand under him cools him, saves the need for another drink. His lips hurt, and he's tasted coppery salt there the last two days. Somehow he knows this means he's losing too much water. He rests, sleep hovering just above him.
Once the sun starts it's long slide into night he starts walking again. The shape slowly rises higher, a bulwark of solidity in a land of change. When midnight comes the shape is higher and he decides to press on. Walking through the night he forces the shape to mount and grow, drawing nearing. He walks until the sun once again burns down from on high, and sleep quickly claims him. He awakes to walk again, now with a goal. That shape might mean water.
He presses on, and as the sun slided below the horizon it sends a shaft of reddish light to smite the side of the shape. Suddenly he realizes it's close. His pace staggers into a ragged trot. He can smell water. After nearly an hour he finds the stream where it fades into the sand and follows it back only far enough to find a spot he can drink from. He thrusts his face into the water and drinks, the warm silty mass flowing like ambrosia down his throat.
He rests there for a bit, then starts moving against the flow. Going higher, following the cool air flowing down the rock's face to its source. He staggers, and clambers, and climbs his way up to a ledge. There he sits, and looks. His eyes travel across the sandy waste he's crossed. From here the wind-blown sands appear still. Calm. Like a gentle sea of sand caught in between moments of time. Peace filters out of the water flowing beside him, from the rock beneath him and his eyes drift slowly closed.
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“Well, doctor, I'm impressed. When you said you could reintegrate his personality despite the damage done, I was skeptical. The brain scan shows he's regaining himself steadily though. Poor sod lost nearly half his grey matter. If not for your treatment we'd have let him off the machines to live or die in a coma. Now, it looks like he might wake up tomorrow.” The deep gravelly voice hesitates, then goes on quietly. “He'll wake up to go back to the war. I hope his...slumber?...was peaceful.”
He walks without real aim. Every morning he wakes up and starts walking in the direction the sun rises. His first clear memory is one of awaking in this desolate land, a backpack full of water and jerky beside him. He wore boots, heavy pants with large pockets and some sort of mottled pattern dyeing the cloth, a drab t-shirt and a heavy jacket of the same material as the pants. He found no injury, somehow knowing that he needed more water without knowing how he knew that. That first morning he'd picked a direction and was now walking that direction every day, lost. Profoundly lost.
He'd slept during the heat of noon, and during the chill of midnight. The rest of his time was spent walking. Thinking. Wondering why this landscape called to some missing part of him. His trudging footsteps were soon erased. Every day he started with a blank slate. Every day he made progress of a sort, though what progress? Toward something? Away?
Today brings a change. Arising from the sand is...a shape. A cloud? It doesn't move. A hallucination? It never changes... As he walks it stays right on the edge of the world, stubbornly refusing to grow closer. Maybe it is a mirage. He's seen other things, but lacking a framework to tell him what they were or what they meant he'd merely continued walking.
The sun arches up into the sky. When it nears the zenith he uses the small digging tool he'd found attached to his backpack to dig down into the cooler sand. He covers himself with the ground cloth folded into the bottom of his now-light backpack, using it to prevent both sun and sand from scouring his skin. The cooler sand under him cools him, saves the need for another drink. His lips hurt, and he's tasted coppery salt there the last two days. Somehow he knows this means he's losing too much water. He rests, sleep hovering just above him.
Once the sun starts it's long slide into night he starts walking again. The shape slowly rises higher, a bulwark of solidity in a land of change. When midnight comes the shape is higher and he decides to press on. Walking through the night he forces the shape to mount and grow, drawing nearing. He walks until the sun once again burns down from on high, and sleep quickly claims him. He awakes to walk again, now with a goal. That shape might mean water.
He presses on, and as the sun slided below the horizon it sends a shaft of reddish light to smite the side of the shape. Suddenly he realizes it's close. His pace staggers into a ragged trot. He can smell water. After nearly an hour he finds the stream where it fades into the sand and follows it back only far enough to find a spot he can drink from. He thrusts his face into the water and drinks, the warm silty mass flowing like ambrosia down his throat.
He rests there for a bit, then starts moving against the flow. Going higher, following the cool air flowing down the rock's face to its source. He staggers, and clambers, and climbs his way up to a ledge. There he sits, and looks. His eyes travel across the sandy waste he's crossed. From here the wind-blown sands appear still. Calm. Like a gentle sea of sand caught in between moments of time. Peace filters out of the water flowing beside him, from the rock beneath him and his eyes drift slowly closed.
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“Well, doctor, I'm impressed. When you said you could reintegrate his personality despite the damage done, I was skeptical. The brain scan shows he's regaining himself steadily though. Poor sod lost nearly half his grey matter. If not for your treatment we'd have let him off the machines to live or die in a coma. Now, it looks like he might wake up tomorrow.” The deep gravelly voice hesitates, then goes on quietly. “He'll wake up to go back to the war. I hope his...slumber?...was peaceful.”
Millershipper
Lost in cyberspace. What a lucky fellow am I.
Hmmm...how did I miss titling that? If the moderator could help, the title should be "Desert Dreams". And any critiques that would help polish this would be appreciated.
DreamingofRoses
Rosa Indomitus
Well, we're doing better then last time. We have two entries 
Don't forget guys: ENTRIES ARE DUE BY FRIDAY.
Don't forget guys: ENTRIES ARE DUE BY FRIDAY.
Articus
Tigulf Extraordinaire
I have my entry sketched up, I just need to finish it. I will get it done on time 'w'/
Wolf Rawrrr
Wolf-Knight
Wolf has promised an entry, and he shall provide it. Fear not
I've just been struggling with how exactly to do it, but I will eventually have a submission
I've just been struggling with how exactly to do it, but I will eventually have a submission
Kasheal
Senior Member
Well I guess I don't really have an excuse not to attempt an entry what with having no work between now and Wednesday. Plus a good way to end what has been far too long a time with no posts.
Think I will try a landscape for primal and serene *starts to doodle*
Think I will try a landscape for primal and serene *starts to doodle*
Kasheal
Senior Member
Right apparently I such at doing landscapes in anything other then lino. So instead I finished up another piece which fits it with the lost.
I apologise for the picture quality, I have never been able to get on with scanners.
I apologise for the picture quality, I have never been able to get on with scanners.
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Alexandra
The black-eyed cousin
I think I may be in under the wire.
my submission for Primal and Serene is photography, if that is ok.
my submission for Primal and Serene is photography, if that is ok.
Articus
Tigulf Extraordinaire
Are we allowed to submit on the day of the deadline?
DreamingofRoses
Rosa Indomitus
Yes. You all have until 11:59 pm EST to get these in, since people are actually submitting this time. 
Articus
Tigulf Extraordinaire
Whoo, I'll have my entry in tonight then 'w'DreamingofRoses said:Yes. You all have until 11:59 pm EST to get these in, since people are actually submitting this time.
Wolf Rawrrr
Wolf-Knight
Ach, time zones. I think I should still have some time left according to this.
I finally cracked the idea last night but I fell asleep and now I can't remember - and as I recall it came down to a word or two >.<
I finally cracked the idea last night but I fell asleep and now I can't remember - and as I recall it came down to a word or two >.<
DreamingofRoses
Rosa Indomitus
You have 11 hours and 05 minutes. Get to work.
Wolf Rawrrr
Wolf-Knight
*affirmative bark*
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