Yow! Thank you very much for sharing! It's rare to see so many finely rendered paintings all at once. This could easily be in the finally finished section. I'd love to see some pencils or charcoal work. Or pretty much everything you have saved on your computer, or readily scannable.
So we finally finished our entries for Team CHOW.
I see the wind. My arrows ride the
currents to their resting place in the heart
of darkness a half days travel away. I do it for my
people, to preserve their way of life.
I have been robbed of my vision. My precious
wind now whispers in my ears, begging me to give it
the gift of death and I gladly comply. My only joy
is the sound of your lungs crushed by my arrows.
My son should not need to know the wretched
hordes I have slain. Had I have been stronger,
faster, niether would my beloved. Every thrust
of my pike, every stroke of my steel, a tribute to her.
I know that some how she is able to see the
good I have done in her name.
The took them from me. My sorrow filled my
bones till that's all could feel. I was weak.
Now the warm blood splashing against my chest
keeps my alive. My memories fade into oblivion
with every Moist shatterd helmet and tug of my flail.
And here's the group shot for good measure
The Howling Loveboys are
and David Rapoza