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Song Serpents

I’ve fallen a bit behind in posting art lately, so I’m both going to catch up with that and talk about ‘Song Serpents’, a supercool critter I came up with recently… a sort of music-based dragon (music and dragons, two of my favorite things rolled into one ๐Ÿ˜€ ). I came up with this species after much ruminating on what form my alter-ego-critter, Sekoiya, was going to take next (you know, what I talked about here). I dig this Song Serpent idea, and I think Sekoiya does too. ^_^

Sekoiya the Song Serpent
Sekoiya the Song Serpent

A Song Serpent is a small and rather simple-looking dragon, fueled by the power of music and/or creative spirit. Each one has ONE primary color, ONE secondary color, ONE element of nature, ONE instrumental affiliation and TWO modes… Major Key and Minor Key. Major key is triggered when the Serpent feels more upbeat and/or active, and Minor is triggered when he or she feels sad, quiet, and/or passive. The element of nature only can be used in Minor Key, and in Major is replaced by ‘Dancing Flames’, a warm, benevolent fire that doesn’t burn to the touch and can be used to create quite the spectacular display while the Serpent dances! These flames can vary in color between individuals and the Serpent controlling them can conjure them from basically their whole body as well as breathe them. It’s in Major that the secondary color also tends to show up and so do designs that represent the instrumental affiliation (especially in the horns). In Minor, the Serpent is very simple, without long horns or markings or wings, so they cannot properly fly… in this mode, they’d rather crawl and hide. In Major, wings are grown, enabling true flight and greater freedom. ^u^

The Song Serpent above us, the one representing me, is primarily white with a secondary color of silver, a Minor element of ice, and an instrumental affiliation with string instruments (cellos in particular <3 ). Here’s another example… I made this one for a musical friend of mine and she is yellow, with gold as a secondary, a Minor element of plant matter (tropical), and acoustic guitar as her instrument. ๐Ÿ™‚

Lita the Song Serpent (for a friend)
Lita the Song Serpent (for a friend)

See how in Major her horns look like the tuning knobs of a guitar? The mark on her chest also has ‘strings’ in its design. ๐Ÿ˜€ My horns look like a cello’s f-holes and though you can’t see them in that shot, I think there are silver designs on the back of my wings that look like the instrument’s bridge-piece.

If you were a Song Serpent, your instrumental affiliation would likely be what instrument speaks to you most when you hear it played (no, you don’t have to play it yourself), and your element of nature would be determined by what sort of natural environment you’d like to hide/seek solace in most when you’re feeling down or just want to be by yourself to think. Mine is ice, because the environment that feels most like a ‘sanctum’ to me is a snowy, wintery climate. When I feel sad and I want to be alone, the idea of burying myself in snow or losing myself in a snowstorm is comforting, and when I’m angry and prickly, I’d love to be able to cover myself in sharp icicles. ๐Ÿ˜€ Nobody wants to touch me then, do they? xD

Finally, I’ve drawn another Song Serpent themed after my muse… of COURSE. ๐Ÿ˜€ She’s cello, too, of course, being the one who made me fall in love with that instrument in the first place, and her Minor element seems like water to me… specifically, rain, mist, and fog. She can create her own personal drizzles when she’s sad. xD

Of Course I Did
Of Course I Did

If you have speculations about what you’d be like as a Song Serpent, feel free to share with a comment! ๐Ÿ™‚

Bare Bones, Blank Canvas

Another Art thing. I used to have an ‘alter-ego creature’ (or as the kids call them, a ‘fursona’) who looked rather like the character in the header on the My Story/Contact page. Lately I feel my ‘fursona’ has changed dramatically… I’ve been going through some great internal shifting lately and my creature, being a representation of my spirit, of course is shifting too. I’m not entirely sure yet what form she’s going to land on next, but for now, I feel confident that she looks like this:

Bare Bones, Blank Canvas
Bare Bones, Blank Canvas

She’s kind of stripped down to the bare basics of dragonism (or bare bones?) and she’s simple enough to be a blank canvas, upon which anything could be drawn, leaving her open to any further shifting necessary. And of course, she’s the color of both bare bones AND blank canvas. ๐Ÿ˜€

Yin-Yangery

This doodle started out as just me goofing about with a silly idea that I spontaneously had, and came out, incidentally, awesome. ๐Ÿ˜€ I love it when that happens. ^_^

Anyway, have a picture of my muse and I making a yin-yang with our faces (I’m the one on the left, with the giant yellow hair. ๐Ÿ˜› )

Yin-Yangery
Yin-Yangery

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For more art you can always visit the Art page. :3

Absolute SHREDDAGE

Have I been drawing more these days because my inspiration is coming back, or is my inspiration coming back because I’ve been drawing more? …Oh well, might as well draw as much as I can, my muse likes it in any case! ๐Ÿ˜€ So have some more art. ๐Ÿ˜‰

GO MANDOLINNE! MELT FACES!! ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€

Absolute SHREDDAGE
Absolute SHREDDAGE

Anthem of the Bog

I’m testing out the posting of short stories on this site, with a bit of lore from the world of Esmeralda. It includes an illustration too (which I’ve also included in the Art page gallery). ๐Ÿ˜€ So without further ado…

Anthem of the Bog
Anthem of the Bog

~~~One day in our good land of Willowyn, many generations ago, a lone fisherman by the name of Wegny was fishing in his favorite spot. It was a secluded wood platform that stood tall over the water on its stilts, deep within the swampland and far from Wegnyโ€™s village. Wegny had taken his little raft out to the platform and was trying to catch fish for his family as he did often. And as he sat up there, his feet dangling over the edge of the wooden planks and his fishing rod held out over the water, a Riddlemaw swam into sight and looked up at Wegny, watching him as he fished. The scaly creature just bobbed there in the water for some time, staring at Wegny, seeming fascinated. Wegny became annoyedโ€ฆ how was he to catch any fish, with the Riddlemaw lurking down there and scaring them off?

The Riddlemaw just would not leave. Eventually it even began to swim around the base of the platform, circling, and emitting grunts and gargles. But these were not the regular grunts and gargles of Riddlemawsโ€ฆ they were, as Riddlemaw-grunts usually are, arranged in poetic rhythm, but this time, they were words! They were words that Wegny could understand!

Now Wegny was the one who was rapt. He listened and listened, until he had no doubts that he was hearing clear words from the Riddlemawโ€™s toothy mouth. Over and over the Riddlemaw recited them, having found inspiration in the sight of Wegny and delighting in its new poem. These are the words the Riddlemaw spoke:

โ€œWood go up,

Dry over low swamp.

Funny-skin sprite,

There sit top.

Holding stick,

Fish then eatsโ€ฆ

What funny little there that seats!โ€

And soon, when satisfied that Wegny had heard it out, the Riddlemaw swam away. Wegny remembered the words and took them home to his family. Word soon spreadโ€ฆ for the first time in memory, a Riddlemaw had spoken in Whimsy-tongue! The words of the Riddlemaw soon became legend here in Willowyn, the Bog of the Bards, and came to be known as the Anthem of the Bog.

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I’ll surely have many more where this came from, and not all of my short stories are THIS short. ๐Ÿ™‚

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