I have an odd habit, ok more than one. I have a menagerie of fictitious creatures roaming around my head. I like to doodle them and sketch them out, but eventually I get tired of the details and compress them down to tribal symbols that I can sketch quickly to represent the idea of the thing without drawing it fully.
Anyhow, this is the Raven symbol based off of the creature shown here.
Hope you like it.
Why do you question the way you are Raven?
I soar through the brilliant heavens, on wings black as coal and dark as night,
I ride on the very wings of the wind, yet I am forced to the dirt to find my nourishment,
My song is coarse and low, unlike my brethren and yet I cease not to proclaim,
I found an image of a raven in a free stock photo collection. With a little cropping, tilting, and photoshoping, it turned into a half way decent desktop background. I like raven’s, but not quite for the morbid Poe reasons some people are attracted to them. They make good imagery when reflecting on my life’s journey. That probably still doesn’t make sense, but its a long story for another time.
Since the Blogosphere seems to enjoy sketches, here’s a random smattering of creatures I’ve doodled. You can see some concepts for a hyper-evolved Raven/dragon and a hybrid bear-raven anthro. Not much else to say, just random critters that crawl around in my brain.
Its been entirely too cute and fuzzy around here today. Time for something a little more dramatic.
Feel free to comment and critique on this story of mine, its one of my favorites:
He raised his eyes and squinted. The leaves fluttering in the wind allowed only glimpses of the rocky outcropping that was his goal. ‘It must be just ahead,’ he thought as he shifted the weight of his pack and continued his ascent.
He had seen the cave from afar, standing silent on the high rocky hilltop. The climb would be steep and treacherous, but necessary. He needed some solitude and space to deal with the challenge he carried on his back.
As he picked his way over an old rockslide something in his pack moved, nearly unsettling his balance. Continue reading
I found this interesting piece on my favorite writing forum and felt inspired to write a response to it describing my growth from that very same place.
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Here is my response:
A million bits of shattered glass lay strewn on the street. Glittering in the sun they refracted a million more stars of every color imaginable onto the cold grey concrete. The bits of glass watched the shadow pass, as a dark bird landed among them.
The raven was ugly and misshapen, but had an affinity for shiny objects. It picked up one of the glittering pieces in its beak, but dropped it quickly as the shards began to shift and move in concert. The bird flitted away several paces and watched as the shimmering fragments coalesced and began to take form, jingling and tinkling as they flowed over one another.