Post by Katalina on Mar 24, 2019 14:44:45 GMT
Alone atop the castle battlements in a quiet place, Kat sat with her thoughts.
Draw what’s inside she had been asked, several screwed up pieces of parchment lay scattered across the floor with more simply tossed over the edge in anger and frustration. Why was this so hard, she thought back to the blood soaked forms on Nayatar and Kal unconscious on the floor after fighting through a brood swarm. Image after image flashed through her mind, as clear as the time she had drawn them. The temple to Selune in saltmarsh, Queen Rillonoria in her regal beauty to the old symbol of Bahamut she had tattoo’d onto Kalon. She blushed thinking of K’erna but couldn’t help but smile as she remembered the smooth lines of her drow body and pale complexion.
She pulled out her sealed case of her drawings, flicking though them until finding Olothghost with his blades drawn at the inn in the gold spires. She chuckled thinking of the piss taking he would be giving her about now for not knowing what to draw, “me obviously” he would say. The vista’s she had seen and recorded still took her breath away as they appeared almost real in front of her. From cormorp to the Elven blood pass, the sunrise from a cave half way up mount Nar almost seemed warm in her hands. She could find inspiration in almost anything, it’s hidden beauty or subtle details missed so easily by many. The picture of her as a child riding upon her Father’s mighty back captured from both memory and imagination brought a flood of emotions: warmth, happiness, love and fear all bundled up tight together. She carefully tied them back up and put them away, why was this so hard she almost screamed at the clouds above in frustration.
She took a deep breath and smoothed out a clean piece of parchment, one more try she thought. I am always fighting to tell the truth and avoid dishonesty, so why should this be any different. The light began to fade, but her keen eyes still took everything in clearly as she picked up her tools. What is inside, so many things rolled around her head. Idea’s, images and emotions she almost ripped the parchment up as she clenched her claws.
In the High Forest as a child Polina had taught her to meditate, of course it didn’t take very well until she changed her tactic. Polina showed more patience than anyone she had ever met Kat thought dealing with the young half dragon and her sister Orie. By a pool one night, Polina alone with Kat sat cross legged, she remembered feeling bored and was about to try and sneak off when the elf’s earthy voice gently said “what do you see around you”. Using this technique Kat learned to calm her mind and find the details around herself, maybe this was where she started to hone her ability to find those things that can be missed or dismissed. Reciting an Elven mantra, Kat turned her gaze inwards instead.
Hours passed as Kat started to draw, not one single image but a collection reflecting the thoughts and feelings she found. Examining them one at a time, rather than trying to cram a forest into a single leaf. Each piece, big or small she concentrated on with exquisite detail. Before she realised it the sun was rising, the light and slight rise in heat broke her from the almost trance like state. Putting down her tools she looked at the picture in front of her with tears streaming down her cheeks.
A great cavern encompassed a rocky path zig-zagging down the centre littered with arrows, points buried in the ground. On the right of the cavern a great dragon carved into the wall with wings spread, bright eyes surveying all before it. On closer inspection the dragon is scarred, injured and has an almost sad expression. The full moon to the top left shone bright over grass land at the bottom left and a small forest above it. The top of the cavern had a rearing mare to left of the path and stalking cat to the right. The right of the path showed a sea of bubbling lava and flames, a clawed hand thrust into it. Mirrored on the other side another clawed hand grasping at the tree’s, smooth skin as opposed to the scales running up the other forearm. In the flow of lava, bodies burned with expressions of fear and pain on their faces. The leaping flames had yet more faces showing a mix of emotions from anger to adoration. The faces were in the flames, yet at the same time they were the flames. Souls given a fiery form bursting from the boiling river below.
Carved into the path was a mix of figures, one after the other in a line. Dwarves, Elves, Humans and smaller figures all stood side to side. Some bold, others almost blurred and tattered. In the grass, just below the tree line lay a naked female figure. Alluring curves, hair trailing over her shoulders and breasts. At first glance it looked like lava on the path, spilling over both sides. But it was to pure and deep, it spilled into the flames and onto the forest.
The left cavern wall was a multitude of buildings and indistinct figures, flames licked the scene. Dark shadows and cracks left a chill just looking at it, the buildings broken and some of the bodies. The tree’s and grass by this image showed fissures, the land starting to turn barren with yet more bodies along it’s edge.
With tears flowing freely, Katalina wailed into the first rays of morning sun. She quickly tied some string around the parchment and crept quietly to the sunites room. Leaving the picture on the bedside table Kat fled the castle and town. Into the wilds alone with her thoughts.
Draw what’s inside she had been asked, several screwed up pieces of parchment lay scattered across the floor with more simply tossed over the edge in anger and frustration. Why was this so hard, she thought back to the blood soaked forms on Nayatar and Kal unconscious on the floor after fighting through a brood swarm. Image after image flashed through her mind, as clear as the time she had drawn them. The temple to Selune in saltmarsh, Queen Rillonoria in her regal beauty to the old symbol of Bahamut she had tattoo’d onto Kalon. She blushed thinking of K’erna but couldn’t help but smile as she remembered the smooth lines of her drow body and pale complexion.
She pulled out her sealed case of her drawings, flicking though them until finding Olothghost with his blades drawn at the inn in the gold spires. She chuckled thinking of the piss taking he would be giving her about now for not knowing what to draw, “me obviously” he would say. The vista’s she had seen and recorded still took her breath away as they appeared almost real in front of her. From cormorp to the Elven blood pass, the sunrise from a cave half way up mount Nar almost seemed warm in her hands. She could find inspiration in almost anything, it’s hidden beauty or subtle details missed so easily by many. The picture of her as a child riding upon her Father’s mighty back captured from both memory and imagination brought a flood of emotions: warmth, happiness, love and fear all bundled up tight together. She carefully tied them back up and put them away, why was this so hard she almost screamed at the clouds above in frustration.
She took a deep breath and smoothed out a clean piece of parchment, one more try she thought. I am always fighting to tell the truth and avoid dishonesty, so why should this be any different. The light began to fade, but her keen eyes still took everything in clearly as she picked up her tools. What is inside, so many things rolled around her head. Idea’s, images and emotions she almost ripped the parchment up as she clenched her claws.
In the High Forest as a child Polina had taught her to meditate, of course it didn’t take very well until she changed her tactic. Polina showed more patience than anyone she had ever met Kat thought dealing with the young half dragon and her sister Orie. By a pool one night, Polina alone with Kat sat cross legged, she remembered feeling bored and was about to try and sneak off when the elf’s earthy voice gently said “what do you see around you”. Using this technique Kat learned to calm her mind and find the details around herself, maybe this was where she started to hone her ability to find those things that can be missed or dismissed. Reciting an Elven mantra, Kat turned her gaze inwards instead.
Hours passed as Kat started to draw, not one single image but a collection reflecting the thoughts and feelings she found. Examining them one at a time, rather than trying to cram a forest into a single leaf. Each piece, big or small she concentrated on with exquisite detail. Before she realised it the sun was rising, the light and slight rise in heat broke her from the almost trance like state. Putting down her tools she looked at the picture in front of her with tears streaming down her cheeks.
A great cavern encompassed a rocky path zig-zagging down the centre littered with arrows, points buried in the ground. On the right of the cavern a great dragon carved into the wall with wings spread, bright eyes surveying all before it. On closer inspection the dragon is scarred, injured and has an almost sad expression. The full moon to the top left shone bright over grass land at the bottom left and a small forest above it. The top of the cavern had a rearing mare to left of the path and stalking cat to the right. The right of the path showed a sea of bubbling lava and flames, a clawed hand thrust into it. Mirrored on the other side another clawed hand grasping at the tree’s, smooth skin as opposed to the scales running up the other forearm. In the flow of lava, bodies burned with expressions of fear and pain on their faces. The leaping flames had yet more faces showing a mix of emotions from anger to adoration. The faces were in the flames, yet at the same time they were the flames. Souls given a fiery form bursting from the boiling river below.
Carved into the path was a mix of figures, one after the other in a line. Dwarves, Elves, Humans and smaller figures all stood side to side. Some bold, others almost blurred and tattered. In the grass, just below the tree line lay a naked female figure. Alluring curves, hair trailing over her shoulders and breasts. At first glance it looked like lava on the path, spilling over both sides. But it was to pure and deep, it spilled into the flames and onto the forest.
The left cavern wall was a multitude of buildings and indistinct figures, flames licked the scene. Dark shadows and cracks left a chill just looking at it, the buildings broken and some of the bodies. The tree’s and grass by this image showed fissures, the land starting to turn barren with yet more bodies along it’s edge.
With tears flowing freely, Katalina wailed into the first rays of morning sun. She quickly tied some string around the parchment and crept quietly to the sunites room. Leaving the picture on the bedside table Kat fled the castle and town. Into the wilds alone with her thoughts.