All things grow? Oh yes and your skill seems to never reach a final hight. I appreciate your plant spirit already a long time and yet you never fail to amaze me with new pictures. You evolved from a little seed to a recognizeable plant and never stopped, but growed. If your plantspirit would also represent your skill and imagination it would already be grown into a middle rainforest. <3
Thank you for your awesome pictures that can color a grey day in vivid colors.
Beautiful Nice to see this character again :3
Everything is fantastic and terrific
Holy shit, that is gorgeous! The imagery! The coloring! The details on that beauty! This is absolutely phenomenal work sir! Amazing job.
Good morning, really amazing!!!!!.
great work. Question, can we preorder the next book(s)
Not just yet! I will run a kickstarter soon to cover the print cost for HoD and the reprint of Myre 1. I will have it discounted there too. It's still in the planning phase but I will keep everyone updated about it via my submissions and journal.
So beautiful I like the color scheme and perspective
<3 <3 <3
So beautiful! <3
You really feel the magic flow in this picture, it's so great! 😍
You really feel the magic flow in this picture, it's so great! 😍
What a wonderful drawing you did, Alector! I get totally speechless for what you creates!😉
Oooo I LOVE this character ... Ugh, God I wish I could come up with something like her! Here! This is for you.
Ara panted hard, her chest heaving with every breath as her heartbeat pounded in her ears; she looked behind her and could see them through the brush she had crashed through to escape. They howled and screeched at her with their ugly, unnatural voices, but did not descend down into the waters where she stood, but instead remained on the ridge between the two massive trees that towered over them all, forming a canopy overhead.
Ara saw them retreat, and she knew safety once more. She turned to take in her surroundings, and saw that she stood in a pond surrounded by massive trees and verdant overgrowth. A few massive timbers lay here and there, covered in moss with grass. The forest itself was dark, and Ara began to inspect herself after her flight to safety. Her tools and equipment were gone, her satchel of supplies and canteen as well. She patted herself, searching for something, but only had her father's pocket knife and a compass remaining. At that moment, Ara felt vulnerable and for the first time since her journey began ... truly alone.
Ara sat in the clear waters, tears welling in her eyes as panic began to rise. Tears flowed from her cheeks as the gravity of her situation became apparent, and as she despaired, she felt an unmistakable presence, a clear sensation that she was being watched.
Ara looked up and gasped aloud.
High above her on a perch above a fallen log, a white wolf watched her. Fear rose in her chest, but the wolf did not snarl or bare its teeth, but simply watched her with ethereal blue eyes that seemed to glow, even in the sunlight in which it stood. The wolf's body seemed to shimmer and distort, as if incorporeal; but what most surprised Ara was the wolf's demeanor. There was an intelligence behind those eyes that regarded her, an unmistakable awareness that belied a hidden nature ... there was more to this creature than a simple denizen of the forest.
Ara scooted backwards, splashing in the water in which she sat when the wolf lept from the branch and down onto the pond. Ara had imagined the wolf's landing to result in a crash of water, but sighed in awe when the wolf's descent slowed, as if held aloft by an unseen force before it floated above the surface of the water, its paws delicately touching the surface. Ara's eyes widened when the wolf's paws did not sink through the water, but rather walked across the surface. Ara's commotion had sent ripples through the pond, but they calmed, unnaturally so, when the reached the ethereal wolf.
Ara was paralyzed in fear as the wolf approached her. It stopped before her, and Ara could not believe the size of the creature, a canine nearly the size of a horse. Ara brought a hand up to shield herself, and to her surprise the white wolf reacted with a tilt of its head, the wolf's ears slightly turning in the same direction. Ara looked into those otherworldly blue eyes, and realized the wolf was curious as it studied her, the newest visitor to this forest. As Ara looked deeper into those blue eyes, as clear and pristine as the sky above them, she felt a peace washing over her, and despite what her instincts commanded she felt as though she did not need fear this ... spirit.
No, not just blue eyes ... Ara looked closer. They were not just as blue as the sky ... but she saw the sky in them. The entirety of that giant, blue realm, with swirling white clouds that crowned the heavens circled within the white wolf's gaze.
"This is impossible ..." she whispered.
The white wolf leaned forward then, gently pressing its lips to Ara's forehead. Ara panicked, until she realized the wolf was gone. As was the forest, the trees, and the lake. She gasped aloud when she saw herself floating in the sky, so high above the ground only clouds remained underneath. She screamed, but realized she was not falling, but floating. As though held aloft by the embrace of the air alone, she flew forwards then, piercing through the clouds at remarkable speed.
Ara flew through the clouds, and saw the ground below her, a vast forest as far as the eye could see. She dipped and swirled over the canopy of trees, sailed over crashing waterfalls and mighty rivers, and drifted through canyon walls of rock and vine. She realized then the path she was flying, to the mountain in the distance. A shining white light twinkled at its peak, and Ara felt compelled to follow.
Ara landed, the winds that had given her flight softly touching her feet to the ground. Snow fell around her, but she felt no cold. She turned, and saw the bright white light at the top of the mountain shining like a beacon. It did not blind her, and it was then she saw the white wolf again. The white wolf did not turn to regard her, but Ara gasped in amazement when she saw that behind the white wolf, like a living cloak of shadows, life sprung under its every step. A trail of grass, flowers, and verdant growth followed her like a procession of royalty. Ara noticed then, the snows begin to melt as the world around her began to grow.
Flowers poked from the snow, trees grew from between frozen stones, grasses emerged from underneath the white powder, all in a matter of moments as the white wolf approached the light. Still, it did not turn to regard Ara.
"Wait!" She called out with her hand outstretched, approaching the wolf.
The Wolf stopped, and turned to regard her. In that moment, Ara could feel something within her. A peace and warmth spread throughout her soul as the white wolf gazed upon her. Its gaze was solemn and serene, and just as before it was silent as the winds. The wolf turned from her and walked towards the light. Ara tried to follow, but the light intensified until her entire world was ablaze with blinding light.
As Ara blinked, she realized she was no longer on the mountain top, or in the streams. She awoke in the grassy clearing of the forest, the warm sun on her stomach as she lay in the field. As she sat up, she saw all of her equipment and supplies at her feet. She turned behind, but saw no one. She scrambled for her satchel, and pulled out her notebook, immediately scratching down her experience. As she jotted, a drop of water splashed against the page, its tendrils of moisture darkening and wrinkling the page. Ara noticed the tear had come from her, and the realization of what she had experienced may never grace her again. She turned back to stare into the forest, into the darkness of the canopy underneath the branches and between the trees ...
... and Wondered.
Very beautiful and flowing! The colors are amazing and I love your work a lot!
That's too beautiful!