Oh man! This picture has been a very long work in progress, but I believe I have finally come to the point where I can be happy with it and say I'm done! I can't recall ever putting so much effort into one piece, but even though it was long and tough, it was well worth it!
When I first started, I had wanted to pick the season Winter, but I just couldn't think of anything. So, I ended up going with the season I think is the prettiest, just so I could really give myself a challenge. At first, it was a simple picture in my sketchbook, but it eventually evolved into a picture filled with nature and whatnot. Personally, I had the most fun working on the birds and fish, and I'm glad that I gave this contest a chance
I encourage everyone to check out all the entries if you have the chance. There are just so many beautiful and creative pieces, and I've even checked out the gallery multiple times already!
Grey sighed softly as he placed a single hand against the frigid glass.
It was snowing again. How he despised such weather.
The large descending flakes reflected in his silvery eyes as he coldly regarded the view of the seemingly endless forest that encompassed Clarisse's cabin. It was almost sickening to the alien; to watch as the unrelenting stream of snowflakes smothered the surrounding area in a coat of white, choking out all signs of life under its thick layer of frost.
Grey grimaced slightly as a mental image of the treacherous snow burying Clarisse's cabin and subsequently trapping himself and Clarisse inside came to mind. As he watched the debilitating flakes begin to clump onto the sill of the window he was pressed upon he continued to indulge the horrific idea further with bleak thoughts of the horrid snow spilling through the ventilation and fireplace.
He sighed and shook his head as he drove such unpleasant thoughts from his mind, backing away from the window as he looked about the bedroom that himself and Clarisse shared. He noted that the room's normally comforting atmosphere-what with its clever color scheme of warm oranges and browns- was muffled and dulled by the dreary light that weakly shone through.
His eyes narrowed as he, after a moment's decision, came up and drew the curtain, shutting out the unpleasant light. He breathed a sigh of relief as he flicked on the homely orange lamp, enjoying the instant change of tone in the room that came along with the warm light being cast upon it.
He allowed his eyes to flutter closed as he lazily collapsed onto the queen-sized bed. In his past month of being stranded here, he'd grown to enjoy little pleasures such as hot baths and soft beds. Of course...there was one other thing that he immensely enjoyed...but that was one thing that he did not dare admit to both himself or his caretaker, though he did have his suspicions that she already knew. No matter the case, he had no desire to read her mind to see whether such a notion was true, both out of respect and anxiousness.
Sometimes, ignorance really was bliss.
He was suddenly broken from his reverie, however, when a form collapsed beside him. Grey took in a sharp breath but didn't bother opening his eyes as a familiar voice said simply, "The snowstorm's going to last all day, and my car's already buried, so I'm not going anywhere. Figured I'd crash alongside you."
With a slight upturn at the corners of his lips, Grey remarked coyly, "So that white "wonder" as you've called it has put a wrench in your plans?"
His sarcastic smile grew as he heard Clarisse chuckle, "Oh make no mistake about it, Grey, my love for the snow hasn't diminished in the slightest."
He shook his head in amusement, "Clarisse, you are, as they say, a loon. An ridiculously optimistic loon, but a loon nonetheless."
Clarisse grinned before mildly surprising Grey by pulling him closer to her. "Well this loon saved your sorry butt from freezing to death, so perhaps you should be a bit nicer to her. After all, you never know, with such a crazy person..."
Grey held in a breath for a moment as his sensitive skin began to pick up the wonderful sensation of Clarisse's body heat soaking through his sweater. It took him a moment before he could think up of a response. "...Perhaps, but something tells me that this loon wouldn't harm a fly, let alone a rare extraterrestrial that could provide such amazing information on the previously unknown. She values it too much."
A long moment passed before Clarisse responded, "Damn Grey, I swear you read me like an open book."
Grey smirked before gasping slightly as Clarisse pulled him even closer to herself. "Trust me, it's not a difficult feat."
Grey chuckled softly as he at last looked towards her, "Dumb bunny."
He grinned as she gave him an impressed look, "I'm proud of you."
So, it was a night when Zalgo was really stressed so he got drunk and Slender's being a nice boyfriend by helping with his work and keeping him from doing anything he'll regret. Seriously... Imagine a convo with a drunk Zalgo. It'll probably go something like this.
Zalgo: Dude.... Why can't rooms be just... a circle *hic*
Slender: well... There's physics an-
Zalgo: It's not PHYSICS!! *hic* It's magic!
Slender: Wha? ZA-
Zalgo: The government is lying to us Slender!! ITS FUCKING MAGIC!!!
It'd probably get weirder and stupider from there...
Well here it is, the first few moments of the Grey's new chance at life. At the moment it is still very weak and damaged from crashing its ship in the Alaskan wilderness after being shot down by one of earth's soldiers.
The image on the lower right hand side entails Clarisse reviving and warming the barely-living Grey who'd previously collapsed on her front doorstep in the middle of a serious blizzard. Like I mentioned in an earlier deviation of the alien, Greys are cold-blooded and desperately require heat to survive. To remedy their lack of body heat, Greys wear specialized skin-tight suits that regulate their body temperature regardless of the surrounding climate. This Grey's suit was severely damaged in the crash, however, and it was rendered useless. This, in turn, meant that the Grey had to trek several miles through unfamiliar woodland with no direction and hope for survival through a blistering snowstorm with only the protection of a malfunctioning body suit. The frigid temperatures nearly froze the alien to death as it wandered bruised and bleeding through the wintery hell.
Just as it was about to succumb to both its injuries and the unforgiving weather, it managed to stumble across Clarisse's cabin by sheer luck. Delirious and frantic with the reinvigorated desire to live, it used the last of its strength to knock on Clarisse's door, and mumbled a few pleas for help in its alien tongue when a startled Clarisse answered the door before collapsing into her arms, unconsciousness fimally claiming the Grey as its organs began to shut down.
While initially in complete and utter disbelief, Clarisse was overcome with pity as she took the dying alien in and placed it by the fire. She quickly noted the alien's dependency on warmth as she'd remembered a public service announcement on TV that had informed the public of the Greys weaknesses, cold being one of them.
She worked quickly to peel back its ruined (and now-frozen) suit to better warm its frigid body and realized that it was dying as she witnessed its breathing slow and felt its pulse weaken. Thinking quickly, she came to the conclusion that she'd have to use a faster method of warming the alien's body-that being soaking it in a hot bath.
After she'd placed the unconscious Grey into the steaming waters, it slowly came to as its near-frozen body began to thaw.
Upon its reawakening, it was still too exhausted to question its unexpected savior (as it did anticipate that the resident of the cabin wouldn't hesitate to kill it considering that it was a member of the race that had posed a serious threat to humanity). Furthermore, the Grey was far too weary to make any protests or struggle as it felt itself being dragged out of the tub and dried off. It was only after it felt Clarisse begin to bandage its wounds and slip one of her large sweaters over its torso that the alien felt truly obligated to say anything.
Motivated both by curiosity and a yet unrealized feeling of gratitude, the alien used its dwindling strength to ask Clarisse about her reason for saving it.
((And the response shall be covered in a future deviation. Stay posted))
I've got a story cooked up for these two.....but I'm too tired to write it out fully right now.....
Here's the main gist of it, however:
-Grey aliens attacked and attempted to invade Earth for its resources. -They were defeated by the Earth's army and mostly slaughtered. Some managed to escape, but the main mothership was destroyed. -This particular Grey managed to avoid certain death by the Earth's government and wrecked "his" ship in the snowy wilderness of Alaska. -Starving, freezing, and exhausted "he" wandered aimlessly through the forest and endured a blistering snowstorm. -"He" stumbled across Clarisse's cabin and blindly made "his" way towards it with the desperation to live. -Once Clarisse opened the door, "he" collapsed against her and gave into unconsciousness, leaving her stunned.
....And the story of her taking pity on him and nursing him back to health as well as teaching him of humanity's ways goes on from there. I DO plan on adding more to this story...so stay tuned!
Also, some side notes about the Grey's species includes things such as:
-They are simultaneously both sexes and neither. -They are generally emotionless and analytical -They are cold-blooded and desperately require heat to survive. They wear full-body suits to regulate a constant body temperature...but this particular Grey's was heavily damaged in the crash...thus rendering it useless. -They are extremely fragile and have delicate bone structures that are prone to easily damage. -They DO have their own unique anatomy and organs...which I will further develop upon a later date. Also, their blood is blue. -They require nutrients and water to survive, (though their species mainly received such things intravenously - thus this Grey's going to have to learn how to eat solid foods) -They reproduce through both cloning and the usage of "test tube reproduction". In other words, they literally "grow" their own race. -Their strength comes from their extremely advanced mental capabilities, such as telekinesis and telepathy.