Birth - Vine, Eli and Poghrah Dalen
Carapace - Black gleaming; a sea of carapaces with eyes
Gelatinous Mass - Gell medium
Bones under the skin
Baby in the scull cavity
Cesarean with teeth (tied to hold in)
Walking stick with hands - 5 bugladies finished
Root Thing Prey/Hunter dynamics
Medical Theater w/ Bugs and RT's
Multiple Eyes - Work on a Spider Beast
Mummified Child in Roots - Roots growing through him
5 year old lost child remains - Host/Changeling
Burst chest cavity
Mixing humans in w/ RT bones
Hunters living in a human - (initial Birth thought)
Goblins with feeding tubes hooked to a parasite on their backs
Pregnant RT w/ a knapsack of bones on her back
Bones of a dead couple and child
What happens when a Hunter dies?
Camouflage leprosy - a peeling away of layers
Elementals - Earth Air Fire Water Spirit (Western)
So, I've got about 15 notebooks full of stuff, and I'm going to try and dump them into here.
If it says Rough, I mean it. :P
Birth - Vine, Eli and Poghrah Dalen
Death Rite Written for suibhne_geilt's question: "How would you dispose of my corpse?"
As seen here... I'll see how this goes.
Her name was Sophia and she drove her vintage red Ferrari too fast for my taste. Her hair was black, her waist length curls tied back with a scarlet ribbon. Her shoes were patent red Gucci leather. She was always impeccably dressed.
The company parking lot was almost empty, all but the front two rows that morning. She had parked near the back, sideways taking up three spots. She was just asking for someone to run a key down the side of her door. Or something. I pulled into the next spot and waited for her to open the door and loudly tell me to move.
Fifteen minutes later, she was still sitting in the car. It was hard to see through the window tinting, but I think she could have been leaning forward, her head on the wheel. I got out and tapped on the window.
"Sophia? You alright?" She turned the car off and leaned back. The window slid down, slow and easy. Her make up was a mess.
"Pat. Don't park there. You know I hate it when you park there." I could see her face clearly now. She looked like she'd been in a fight with an animal. A Not Nice animal. I tried not to stare.
"You gonna be alright? Looks like you had a rough night." She grimaced. Her teeth were red. Rough morning, then. I shifted a bit uncomfortably. I mean, how else was I supposed to deal with the Boss' daughter showing up with hamburger for a face. And a damn fine face it was. Emphasis on the was. She looked like she could use several stitches. She probably shouldn't have been driving.
"Fine. Since you're here. I need you to do something for me."
"Sure. You need to go to the hospital or something? That cut looks pretty nasty."
She glared. "No. I want you to bring this basket to the third floor. Tell my secretary to send it up to the Big Office. Tell my dad I quit. I'm sick of this shit. Tell them they're gonna have visitors. You do that and I'll be nice and tell you to get the hell out of here afterwards. I mean it. Get yourself gone."
She looked weary. Her hands were shaking ever so slightly and she tenderly pressed the swollen skin above her eye. She winced and checked her fingers for fresh blood.
She opened the door and swung her legs out. One of her shoes was torn down the side and didn't seem as though it would support her. Not that she tried to stand up. her dress was covered in dirt and blood. I was starting to get a tingle at the back of my next. This wasn't any ordinary fight.
"You sure you don't need a hospital?"
"I promise I'll check with a doctor right after you deliver this. I won't wait for you. You need to go right up and give this to my secretary. Here's a note and my resignation. I can't walk up the stairs myself."
I took the plain wicker picnic basket from her. A red gingham napkin lay over the top. It smelled good, so I peeked in. Bread, cheese, a bottle of wine. Maybe some grapes, or some kind of fruit thing. And a letter sealed in a creamy white envelope with gold embossed writing on the front. I didn't peek long enough to read it.
"Promise me you'll leave as soon as you drop this off. Don't go to your desk don't talk to anyone. Just drop it off and get the hell out. Promise me."
"Yeah, I promise." Sophia was one weird chick.
She sighed and slammed to door. The window crept back up and stopped halfway. She lit a cigarette and impatiently waved me away. I heard the car start as I walked to wards the main building, but she didn't leave, just sat there smoking.
Her license said "LUPO 1." Damn straight.
I held the basket off to the side and walked into the building. I could hear her tires squealing as she left the lot. That's why I always parked behind her. She drives too fast for my taste.
Okeee. For what it's worth, here's what I've got before work. It's in a good getting there stage and I've got a lot more to work with now. All I need to do is get the stuff in my head out into the electrons on my screen. ;)
This is not quite right. just a bunch of images I jotted down while riding the bus the other day.
I haven't been doing much lately. Mostly a lot of catching up on sleep and gaming. I'm currently working on a Savannah by Night chronicle, but I shan't bore y'all with the details. I guess the main thing I've accomplished is a few weak sketches and a sad and scragglie idea bank for a web comic and a couple new ideas to add to my Mistress Nightmare story.