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Sacrifices, by hbaf187

Copyright 2017 A demon glided through a bright green sky as updrafts filled her wings and cradled her body. Any sort of easy effort like this pleased her immensely, but she did not even smile. Her purpose carried too much weight for any frivolous emotions. . Whitecaps on boiling, grey water heaved below while she searched the ocean for a sacrifice. Light from the sun punched some ways into the water, so she quickly spotted a spike runner, swimming with its many fins. Some bigger predator had to have driven it up from the depths. . Everything alive in the hells, however, was a predator. She had been distilled from a damned spirit for 1000 years to become a herald, a winged assassin. The demon considered capturing a spike runner in its own element only a worthy test. . She folded her wings and extended her talons, dropping into a steep dive before slicing into the ocean. The spike runner bared its quills and tried to dive deeper, but the herald's natural weaponry hooked into its rubbery
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The Wolves

The ancient dance between the All-Mother and the Storm God had left a heavy dew on the grass overnight, soaking Ethan’s trousers as he walked along with eleven other boys from his clan. The dew also captured the light of dawn, turning the field a silvery-blue. Ethan found the display more than beautiful; everything now carried the weight of an omen. All the boys stepped under the branches of the big oak where the spirits would soon pass judgement. Tambours waited on the ground, nestled amongst spring flowers that thrived in the tree’s shade. Everyone took up one of the little drums and sat in a circle around the oak’s thick
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Sacrifices, by hbaf187

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Sacrifices, by hbaf187

Copyright 2017 A demon glided through a bright green sky as updrafts filled her wings and cradled her body. Any sort of easy effort like this pleased her immensely, but she did not even smile. Her purpose carried too much weight for any frivolous emotions. . Whitecaps on boiling, grey water heaved below while she searched the ocean for a sacrifice. Light from the sun punched some ways into the water, so she quickly spotted a spike runner, swimming with its many fins. Some bigger predator had to have driven it up from the depths. . Everything alive in the hells, however, was a predator. She had been distilled from a damned spirit for 1000 years to become a herald, a winged assassin. The demon considered capturing a spike runner in its own element only a worthy test. . She folded her wings and extended her talons, dropping into a steep dive before slicing into the ocean. The spike runner bared its quills and tried to dive deeper, but the herald's natural weaponry hooked into its rubbery
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Sacrifices, by hbaf187

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Sacrifices, by hbaf187

Copyright 2017 A demon glided through a bright green sky as updrafts filled her wings and cradled her body. Any sort of easy effort like this pleased her immensely, but she did not even smile. Her purpose carried too much weight for any frivolous emotions. . Whitecaps on boiling, grey water heaved below while she searched the ocean for a sacrifice. Light from the sun punched some ways into the water, so she quickly spotted a spike runner, swimming with its many fins. Some bigger predator had to have driven it up from the depths. . Everything alive in the hells, however, was a predator. She had been distilled from a damned spirit for 1000 years to become a herald, a winged assassin. The demon considered capturing a spike runner in its own element only a worthy test. . She folded her wings and extended her talons, dropping into a steep dive before slicing into the ocean. The spike runner bared its quills and tried to dive deeper, but the herald's natural weaponry hooked into its rubbery
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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature
  • Sep 22
  • United States
  • Deviant for 1 year
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Super Albino: Llamas are awesome! (305)
My Bio

Fighting for a foothold in the business of story-telling.


Favourite Visual Artist
Vincent Van Gogh
Favourite Movies
JoJo Rabbit Ready or Not, Blade Runner 2049, Jaws, The Lord of the Rings (Fellowship of the Ring), Captain America: Civil War, Alita: Battle Angel
Favourite TV Shows
Stranger Things, Evil, The Outsider
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Androcell, Ital Tek, Aes Dana, The Prodigy, Glass Animals, Blockhead, Deadmau5, The Pixies, Chemical Brothers, Photek
Favourite Books
Gibson's Nuromancer, Count Zero, Mona Lisa Overdrive
Favourite Writers
George Orwell
Favourite Gaming Platform
Wii (obsolete, I know, but I still play games with my kids)
Tools of the Trade
Word
Other Interests
World politics / events, US Women's Soccer
Anotherealm published my second short story, "Salvation," yesterday! It is the sequel to "Sacrifices," published right here on my DA page. Here is the link to the story: Salvation For those of you who are nervous about links, searching these words w/...

Loss + Trauma: Battle Angel Alita Deluxe, Ed. 3

Loss + Trauma: Battle Angel Alita Deluxe, Ed. 3

"You’re the one person I need in this world." These are the only words, spoken by Alita to Yugo, in a frame that fills a whole page in Battle Angel: Alita, 3rd Edition. She offers this profession of love high over the Scrapyard on an access tube leading to the aerial city of Zylem. The artist shows us not blurs and splatters, but instead awesome scope and human frailty. I'd like a framed copy to hang on a wall. What do we do when something like a profession of love goes horribly wrong? The remaining pages of this edition address that question; ripples of dysfunction started by Alita's trauma playout in the context of a vicious sport c
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Hunger for Justice: A Review of Battle Angel Alita

Hunger for Justice: A Review of Battle Angel Alita

In the second edition of Battle Angel Alita, our petite cyborg begins an exploration of justice by defeating Makaku, a serial killer introduced in the first edition. Before the end, Alita gives him the chance to tell his own story, driving home the idea that monsters are not born; they are instead made by human cruelty. The imagery of this section makes Alita appear literally angelic, an entity that passes judgement upon the doomed while wreathed in fire. Triumphant but unsatisfied with collecting bounties on Scrapyard criminals, she then falls in love with a young (and entirely biological) youth named Yugo, a street hustler with a disturbin
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Yo, thanks a lot for the watch!
Thank you so much for the watch!!:) (Smile) 
azieserHobbyist Photographer
Thanks for the Llama and the fave. :)
KaidokJ Digital Artist
Thanks for the llama :happybounce:
I knew a llama once. At least I thought I knew him. I mean, how well can anyone really know anyone, much less a llama. With their air of mystery and thinly veiled contempt. It’s hard. But I digress.
His name was Kevin. But for reasons I will never understand, he would only ever answer to Albert. Identity issues aside, things started out okay. The usual introductory sniffing and sneezing went well, despite his allergies, but then things started going downhill during the ritual licking phase of the pleasantries. We pushed through. And had it not been for the spitting, we might have even been able to make it work, but alas, after just 3 seconds of bittersweet brotherhood, we finally decided to part ways. It’s kind of sad, when you think about it. Spitting seems like such an innocent thing to fight over, but he was pretty adamant that I should stop and that was just never going to happen. We might have overcome that issue, but Kevin, like all llamas, was very competitive. First came the stench competitions. Then it was belching contests. And lastly, a painstaking count to see which one was hairier. You can clearly see why our relationship was doomed. The poor fellow was a bit of a sore loser.
So he snuck out, taking with him a failed friendship, an obliviously optimistic dread of the future, and my sixth favorite toothbrush. Now that he is gone, I can honestly say, it's for the best. He was too much of a chick magnet anyway and who needs that poultry drama? :shakefist:

Full disclaimer, as Kevin’s official biographer, a position of which he blackmailed me into (don’t ask), I’ve been instructed to inform you about his ongoing series. The journey starts here with The Kevin Chronicles - Chapter 1, and this gallery contains the rest. You should check it out.

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And don't worry, they're pretty short.
No pressure though, only if you want.
:D 

Sorry about the late reply. Working on the backlog. ^^; 
Colonel-Knight-RiderHobbyist General Artist
Thanks for watching me! :+devwatch:
lonemermaidHobbyist Digital Artist
hbaf187Hobbyist Writer

You're welcome, but great art deserves to be "favorited" ehhh, spell check doesn't like that verb.