Stryker2011 wrote:I like the totems. They look cool.
Ty, I made some more, bit they will be in another post.
GubernatorFan wrote:I vote Shryett -- maybe even only one t (which, by Egyptian tradition, would actually be silent). The -ette ending begs for something more "sophisticated" and French like Nicolette or Henriette or Claudette, and that hardly seems appropriate here.
The little details are amazing as always and add so much realism. I like how the blades turned out in the final photo featuring them -- otherwise I was wondering whether (if stone) they shouldn't have more light and beige coloring to them. The amber is perfect, as are your tiny feathers and discovering such a viable source for them. I think your fangs and totems already look very good for what they are meant to be, teeth and bone carvings.
Thanks, Shryett sounds good enough. Let's say she is sophisticated in her own special way.
About the blades, still thinking about making them shiny black or even get some slightly translucent polymer clay
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Now, winter solstice is over, all the big fires on the hills burned out, the elder totems with them, sent as sparks to the stars and as ash to the ground.
Hundreds of animals were sacrificed, their blood filling the stone rings, their flesh the tribesmens' bellies, the children carved effigies from the bones and gave them to the fire. Every tribesman deceased this year was honoured, especially the elders who were given to fire, not soil. The young adults burned their last child masks, painting themselves with the hot ashes, turning them into women and men. The shamans shared the soil's holy medicine and guided the young to find the spirits for their final mask.
The dwellers of the Atlantic Cargo cities and the fenced Mirror Communities watched in fear and awe as they listened to the throaty chants and howling neo-wolves on the burning hills. Showing them that despite all their knowledge and technology, they are no match to the numerous masters of the forest.
Trikiljuf needed a break from people and family, wandering the forests on a foggy day. Not a lot of snow had fallen this year.
Little friends, buglet spirits visit her.
But what's that?
Why is she throwing that stick?
Something moves behind that hill....