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10 years ago
Mood: Relieved
Listening to: Sensual Woman by The Herbaliser Don't whistle and stick up your nose... at least, not up in the air.
Reading: The Singular and Extraordinary Tale of Mirror and Goliath
Watching: Fear the Walking Dead
Playing: Thief
Eating: Baked ziti
Drinking: Cranberry & Amaretto
Well, after more delays than a Wachowskis project, Curse of the Snowy Armadillo is releasing this week... more than likely tomorrow. So much for a ~small~ project LOL Already twice as long as I intended. And now I know more about armadillos than I thought possible.
Just going through the final edit, and maybe another drawing. But, thought you might like a preview.... so here's the official teaser for Chapter One - Trouble with Truffles.
Goddess, please let me live.
Hollis’s pulse hammered in his ears, limbs screaming with exhaustion, paws and muzzle numb with bitter cold. Every frantic, hurried step in the deep snow taxed him behind his physical limits. The canine’s prowess had always leant more toward the intellectual, and not the athletic. He couldn’t maintain this desperate pace.
But fear ruled him now, guiding him ever forward.
Which explained why he was now completely and hopelessly lost.
A woman’s scream cut across the forested mountain side, echoing up from the darkness far behind him.
Jennifer.
The wind consumed the sound, erasing her with a cruel finality.
Guilt twisted in his chest. The young scientist had been his responsibility, having dragged her halfway across the globe on this fool’s errand. He’d cared for Jennifer, even loved her, perhaps. She’d been an innocent, a gentle heart. Beautiful, beyond measure.
And, at the first sign of trouble, he’d left her. Left her to die. Left them all to die in the flames and screams and shadows.
Because he wanted to live. Needed to live.
Hollis ducked under a fallen tree, pressing his back into its trunk. No longer moving, the cold penetrated his sweat-soaked fur like a knife, the torn parka offering little protection. It was a grim reminder of his predicament. Even without whatever was hunting him, he’d more than likely freeze to death before the night was out.
He couldn’t go back; the camp was in ruins, a burnt-out abattoir. The nearest settlement was five days away in good weather – even if he knew which direction to go. Wreathed in moonlight, the mountains and valleys looked the same in every direction, all silver and specters.
Freezing. No food. And hunted like an animal.
Please, Goddess, let me live.
“Tcho-tcho!”
Hollis’s head snapped up. The inhuman voice had been close. Too close.
He shivered, nervously scanning the umbrous forest. Nothing stirred, not even shadows. The vista appeared tranquil, enchanting, the snow glittering like a thousand diamonds. But long forgotten senses – deep and primal – screamed at him to remain perfectly still, to not even breathe.
A shadow unfurled itself from the darkness, moving like oil across the snow.
Gaunt as bleached wood, all angles and brittle bones, it scuttled on spidery limbs – a child’s crude stick figure. And its face. Goddess, what happened to its face?
It raised its hairless skull to the night sky, shrieking. “Tcho-tcho!”
“Tcho-tcho!” came the reply.
Directly behind him.
Hollis’s blood turned to slush.
He spun, but the creature was on him before he could scream.
He screamed soon enough. When its companions arrived.
And began to feed.
It wasn’t long before he renounced his previous prayer.
Goddess, please let me die!
Listening to: Sensual Woman by The Herbaliser Don't whistle and stick up your nose... at least, not up in the air.
Reading: The Singular and Extraordinary Tale of Mirror and Goliath
Watching: Fear the Walking Dead
Playing: Thief
Eating: Baked ziti
Drinking: Cranberry & Amaretto
Well, after more delays than a Wachowskis project, Curse of the Snowy Armadillo is releasing this week... more than likely tomorrow. So much for a ~small~ project LOL Already twice as long as I intended. And now I know more about armadillos than I thought possible.
Just going through the final edit, and maybe another drawing. But, thought you might like a preview.... so here's the official teaser for Chapter One - Trouble with Truffles.
Goddess, please let me live.
Hollis’s pulse hammered in his ears, limbs screaming with exhaustion, paws and muzzle numb with bitter cold. Every frantic, hurried step in the deep snow taxed him behind his physical limits. The canine’s prowess had always leant more toward the intellectual, and not the athletic. He couldn’t maintain this desperate pace.
But fear ruled him now, guiding him ever forward.
Which explained why he was now completely and hopelessly lost.
A woman’s scream cut across the forested mountain side, echoing up from the darkness far behind him.
Jennifer.
The wind consumed the sound, erasing her with a cruel finality.
Guilt twisted in his chest. The young scientist had been his responsibility, having dragged her halfway across the globe on this fool’s errand. He’d cared for Jennifer, even loved her, perhaps. She’d been an innocent, a gentle heart. Beautiful, beyond measure.
And, at the first sign of trouble, he’d left her. Left her to die. Left them all to die in the flames and screams and shadows.
Because he wanted to live. Needed to live.
Hollis ducked under a fallen tree, pressing his back into its trunk. No longer moving, the cold penetrated his sweat-soaked fur like a knife, the torn parka offering little protection. It was a grim reminder of his predicament. Even without whatever was hunting him, he’d more than likely freeze to death before the night was out.
He couldn’t go back; the camp was in ruins, a burnt-out abattoir. The nearest settlement was five days away in good weather – even if he knew which direction to go. Wreathed in moonlight, the mountains and valleys looked the same in every direction, all silver and specters.
Freezing. No food. And hunted like an animal.
Please, Goddess, let me live.
“Tcho-tcho!”
Hollis’s head snapped up. The inhuman voice had been close. Too close.
He shivered, nervously scanning the umbrous forest. Nothing stirred, not even shadows. The vista appeared tranquil, enchanting, the snow glittering like a thousand diamonds. But long forgotten senses – deep and primal – screamed at him to remain perfectly still, to not even breathe.
A shadow unfurled itself from the darkness, moving like oil across the snow.
Gaunt as bleached wood, all angles and brittle bones, it scuttled on spidery limbs – a child’s crude stick figure. And its face. Goddess, what happened to its face?
It raised its hairless skull to the night sky, shrieking. “Tcho-tcho!”
“Tcho-tcho!” came the reply.
Directly behind him.
Hollis’s blood turned to slush.
He spun, but the creature was on him before he could scream.
He screamed soon enough. When its companions arrived.
And began to feed.
It wasn’t long before he renounced his previous prayer.
Goddess, please let me die!
I don't know what this is, but I want more of it.
Ah Disaronno.....a hangover in every bottle!