
Didn't make it as cover. Oh well. Things and stuff. I didn't use lines this time.
Next time I'll stick with a more tried and true method instead of practicing on something important.
Next time I'll stick with a more tried and true method instead of practicing on something important.
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1000 x 647px
File Size 214.2 kB
One could say that "the other side" would be a good place as well, doesn't mean everyone is keen on passing over just like that =)
I'm not saying this as any form of critique for the art, if anything it means that picture is able to convey all sorts of emotions which is what great art should be able to do. It's all in the eyes of the beholder.
I'm not saying this as any form of critique for the art, if anything it means that picture is able to convey all sorts of emotions which is what great art should be able to do. It's all in the eyes of the beholder.
IN the days following the moon disaster, many, many people were left without any idea of what was to come next. Moving underground was the only option that anyone could think of to preserve the lives of hundreds of thousands of people. I was lucky to have friends whom could get me to a bunker. Others were not so fortunate..
These bunkers extended under the surface for several miles. Capable of withstanding just about any disaster short of a rogue comet smashing through the planet like a bullet through a watermelon. I didn't realize, then, that we'd be spending the next 30 or more years in this place.
We could hear the first, faint rumbles, like thunder thrumming all around us, as the smaller chunks of the moon crashed to the ground, creating wide-spread devastation and craters half a mile in diameter or more. In those first few days, many parents clung to their children, whispering words of love and hope, choking back their own fears to keep their children from worrying. We knew that anyone that remained on the surface didn't have much of a chance of surviving the lunar onslaught.
Friends, family, pets...
Looking back, some 30 years later, I can still smell the pine trees that surrounded the entrance to this underground shelter. I often wonder if they're still there, or if they were burned off or blown away in the ensuing destruction of the surface. I wondered how much longer we'd have to be down here, waiting for the debris clouds to settle, for things to return to 'business as usual' on the surface. As the years passed, I grew used to living underground, as most people had done.
We'd not stopped breeding, of course, and so we expanded our underground cities, creating larger caves, greater Halls. Those of us whom had been into roleplaying games as kids thought of ourselves as Dwarves, mining for Mithril or other precious metals in the deep places of the world. THat's not to say that living underground was all that different than living on the surface.
The surface...I wonder what it looks like now? I find myself growing more and more anxious.
I can't wait to see the surface again...We weren't meant to live underground..So many people, in those first years, lost their minds for want of sunlight on their faces again, and many died of old age before we could return to the surface.
BUt today is a good day...
Today, we venture back to the surface, to see if it's inhabitable again. One can only hope.
These bunkers extended under the surface for several miles. Capable of withstanding just about any disaster short of a rogue comet smashing through the planet like a bullet through a watermelon. I didn't realize, then, that we'd be spending the next 30 or more years in this place.
We could hear the first, faint rumbles, like thunder thrumming all around us, as the smaller chunks of the moon crashed to the ground, creating wide-spread devastation and craters half a mile in diameter or more. In those first few days, many parents clung to their children, whispering words of love and hope, choking back their own fears to keep their children from worrying. We knew that anyone that remained on the surface didn't have much of a chance of surviving the lunar onslaught.
Friends, family, pets...
Looking back, some 30 years later, I can still smell the pine trees that surrounded the entrance to this underground shelter. I often wonder if they're still there, or if they were burned off or blown away in the ensuing destruction of the surface. I wondered how much longer we'd have to be down here, waiting for the debris clouds to settle, for things to return to 'business as usual' on the surface. As the years passed, I grew used to living underground, as most people had done.
We'd not stopped breeding, of course, and so we expanded our underground cities, creating larger caves, greater Halls. Those of us whom had been into roleplaying games as kids thought of ourselves as Dwarves, mining for Mithril or other precious metals in the deep places of the world. THat's not to say that living underground was all that different than living on the surface.
The surface...I wonder what it looks like now? I find myself growing more and more anxious.
I can't wait to see the surface again...We weren't meant to live underground..So many people, in those first years, lost their minds for want of sunlight on their faces again, and many died of old age before we could return to the surface.
BUt today is a good day...
Today, we venture back to the surface, to see if it's inhabitable again. One can only hope.
I like it, and it doesn't look creepy to me either. I saw a little bit of the stream when you where working on the pic, and then and now it reminds me a lot of the Megaton town in Fallout 3.
The only thing I don't like about it is the moon in the top left. I'm not sure what the thing on the top of it is, or if that's a crater.
Oh well, it's still a lovely pic. I really do like how you've done the night sky.
The only thing I don't like about it is the moon in the top left. I'm not sure what the thing on the top of it is, or if that's a crater.
Oh well, it's still a lovely pic. I really do like how you've done the night sky.
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