It has been some time indeed. It seems my stagnation extends even to pointlessly updating this repetitive waste of time. Ah, I don't mean it, baby, I'm just depressed. Anyway, BEHOLD!
I got an idea one night to do some arboreal octopi. Really, I just wanted to somehow incorporate tentacles in some way, and this gave me an excuse to also try a newer method with the trees and whatnot. I like this idea. I especially enjoy how lazy those goddam cephalopods must be.
So this starts the eight low gods. They are all emblazoned with the mark of the king of the forest, the octogram, so starting with an antlered octopus lounging in a tree seemed a natural thing. As of right now, I'm putting this ink thing on hold a bit, but once I start up again I hope to see a lot more of these bastards.
The second of the low gods, a four legged owl. Self explanatory.
I like how the proportions of this hare turned out. Of the eight, this one might me my favorite.
The bear, yelling like crazy. I'm never satisfied with the way I draw bears.
The wolf, looking hungry. I'm obviously losing interest in describing these.
Now, I had to do a deer, but there was very little I could do in the way of embellishments. I mean, it already has antlers. So instead, I just made it looking especially regal.
Ahhh, the ape. I like this one. The tongue was an experiment what turned out exactly as I imagined. Good work, me.
And this one is garbage. By this time, I just wanted to be finished with the eight low gods. And then I was! Great!
These three constitute the High Gods of the mountain. The Warlock, the Beast, and the Hermit. Here we have the hermit, sitting around. Hermits do a lot of that. I should know.
The beast, railing to the heavens. I like the idea that these three are constantly either fighting for or naturally shifting to and from the top position, thus dictating the general mood of the forest below. When they shift, the fiery brand of the mantle shifts as well. Right now, it's clearly causing this monster a great deal of what is either pleasure or discomfort. That much is unclear.
And the warlock. My favorite.
That's up to date. Lately, I have done nothing. I hadn't even picked up a pencil in weeks, until last night. And even then, it's like pulling teeth. I hope I stop being such a miserable piece of shit soon.