0:29 reminds me of one of the characters in a book i am writing. (she wasn't born with wings. they formed from a sort of possession. it's a long story.) my character has a red hood (woman). (there are 6 main characters. four girls, two boys, some in university, others in high school). (time set: 2018). (the part where it says "told over generations" is slightly exaggerated for the purpose of the poem). here's a poem i wrote, inspired by the scene of her standing upon that hilltop in a clearing of a forest: The tale of the woman in red. It all started with an unnatural force of nature. Partially drowning in gray clouds, like water ruining a painting, the blood red of the sunrise stained the skies, as the birds sang their dawning songs, signaling the rise of a new day. The hospital room all but deserted, for one resided unfazed, for now. They thought her good as dead. Her body shook. Searing like hot knives lancing through her body, black veins advanced across her skin taking root at the core. An animal-like scream tore through her throat, her spine arching a bridge. Shining feathered appendages tore free of skin, the color of midnight. Each large feather marked with a not so small single white slender diamond shape near the tip. Her eyes opened wide, black as the void. She was back. Some might say she got the name from the blood that streaked down her back, while others argue for the red hood she wears over her head, draped over her back to disguise her wings. Many questions were brought to the table, wondering whether she was an angel, or something not so friendly. No one knows for certain, while others call it falsehood, choosing not to believe in the stories told over generations. Who knows the truth, there are many different claims for how she got her wings. She could be out there even this moment, disguised as any one of us. First the thunder. Then the lightning. Then the curtains blowing in the wind, and just like that, she was gone. Just as sudden as the lightning struck. It was not long before her appearance was made apparent, for witnesses in the forest claimed a storm brewing over head. They had just spotted another group of young adults running to someone clearly unconscious, coming to her aid. They watched the entire thing go down. Another group arrived, yet they did not have such a kind outward appearance, wearing the colors of midnight. It was hard to hear what they said exactly, even as the first punch was thrown, by a man in black. The other man seemed to have been protecting the fallen woman on the ground, hard to tell from the distance if she was still out cold. Thunder sounded overhead, a galloping sound could be heard in the distance, slowly growing louder. The fight still going on, one man in black stumbled, the other spat on the ground. A horse came to a standstill on a hill nearby, ridden by a young woman. Wolves by her side. Another woman in a hood stood there, watching, her cloak rippling like it was alive. That was when something harrowing happened; two big black shadows rose from her back, like living shadows. Strangely enough, they appeared to be wings, otherwise impossible. Frozen with fear, the onlookers continued to watch the scene unfold. The wolves seemed to be attacking the shady looking men in black, ignoring the other group. The woman who just so recently had been out cold came running towards the woman in red, no signs of fear, yet sounded desperate. Something metal glinted in the air, hurtling towards the running woman. It seemed to hit her, as she fell to the ground. From their view, it seemed she had been shot, though no gunshots were heard. The woman opened her wings, wrapping them around the wounded woman. All was frozen. Time itself stopped. After long moments, Her wings seemed to be growing alarmingly fast, as she stood back. The man who had been protecting the lady on the ground now held her in his arms, turning to the people with him. Lightning struck, causing fire to spread. The two onlookers made a run for it, as the fire grew out of control. Looking back, the woman in red had her wings spread up open wide, letting out a blood curdling, inhuman scream. The fire not seeming to faze her, or even burn her, growing in ten fold. The forest burned in her wake. And so, the story was spread from 2 weary travelers. And that’s how the woman in red came to be. This woman, whoever or whatever she is, symbolizes the phoenix, reborn from near nothing. Nothing but ash, the leftover pieces from her once life, unable to go back. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, as there among the ash strewn lands, was a lonely seemingly rust covered blade, the size of an eagle's feather. Upon closer inspection, what looked to be rust at first glance was actually blood, burned and dried hard on the steel. As it was said there were no gunshots to be heard, even after eyewitness accounts clearly saw the glint of something metallic launched through the air. This concludes not only the birth of a tale, but a legend. One forged from nothing short of mystery, for no one alive, as far as we know, knows its true motives, less so the truth be it belief or not. so be wary out there, you might just come across her, whether aware of it or not, and may all things pure help you if you meddle with legend. ~Story Teller the book is currently 25,400 words long so far. been working on it for a year. (got writers block a few times). i am in LOVE with it. since i have been working on it for a year, it's allowed me to improve my poetry and writing skills MASSIVELY. been doing a lot of editing to it as i improved since i began writing it, but it's going really well. maybe i'll become a writer when i leave school.
Your concept and ocs look amazing and this is so smooth and coloured and dynamic and aahsbjdjdvdikdlwbwjlslskjd!!!!! I'm very excited for what you're up to!!!!
@thecatcollector8982 Haha it’s okay it was me joking about how since I gave him a tail like the murder drones I was expecting comparison comments Nice to find another MD fan tho c:
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I love them all so many lil guys!
I love it
THIS IS SO COOL!
Omg I'm so excited!! I absolutely love your art style and I cant wait for it!!
This looks awesome! I'm always impressed with your art and the creative designs you create!
:D ty! character design is one of my favorite parts!
IT LOOKS GREAT
Can’t wait to watch the full thing!
I would watch the heck out of this show! So cool and really well made! 🥰
Wow that’s amazing!!
I'm excited for the full thing! It looks so good!
0:29
reminds me of one of the characters in a book i am writing.
(she wasn't born with wings. they formed from a sort of possession. it's a long story.)
my character has a red hood (woman). (there are 6 main characters. four girls, two boys, some in university, others in high school).
(time set: 2018). (the part where it says "told over generations" is slightly exaggerated for the purpose of the poem).
here's a poem i wrote, inspired by the scene of her standing upon that hilltop in a clearing of a forest:
The tale of the woman in red.
It all started with an unnatural force of nature.
Partially drowning in gray clouds, like water ruining a painting, the blood red of the sunrise stained the skies, as the birds sang their dawning songs, signaling the rise of a new day.
The hospital room all but deserted, for one resided unfazed, for now.
They thought her good as dead.
Her body shook. Searing like hot knives lancing through her body, black veins advanced across her skin taking root at the core.
An animal-like scream tore through her throat, her spine arching a bridge.
Shining feathered appendages tore free of skin, the color of midnight. Each large feather marked with a not so small single white slender diamond shape near the tip.
Her eyes opened wide, black as the void. She was back.
Some might say she got the name from the blood that streaked down her back, while others argue for the red hood she wears over her head, draped over her back to disguise her wings.
Many questions were brought to the table, wondering whether she was an angel, or something not so friendly. No one knows for certain, while others call it falsehood, choosing not to believe in the stories told over generations. Who knows the truth, there are many different claims for how she got her wings. She could be out there even this moment, disguised as any one of us.
First the thunder. Then the lightning. Then the curtains blowing in the wind, and just like that, she was gone. Just as sudden as the lightning struck.
It was not long before her appearance was made apparent, for witnesses in the forest claimed a storm brewing over head. They had just spotted another group of young adults running to someone clearly unconscious, coming to her aid. They watched the entire thing go down.
Another group arrived, yet they did not have such a kind outward appearance, wearing the colors of midnight.
It was hard to hear what they said exactly, even as the first punch was thrown, by a man in black.
The other man seemed to have been protecting the fallen woman on the ground, hard to tell from the distance if she was still out cold.
Thunder sounded overhead, a galloping sound could be heard in the distance, slowly growing louder. The fight still going on, one man in black stumbled, the other spat on the ground.
A horse came to a standstill on a hill nearby, ridden by a young woman. Wolves by her side. Another woman in a hood stood there, watching, her cloak rippling like it was alive. That was when something harrowing happened; two big black shadows rose from her back, like living shadows. Strangely enough, they appeared to be wings, otherwise impossible.
Frozen with fear, the onlookers continued to watch the scene unfold.
The wolves seemed to be attacking the shady looking men in black, ignoring the other group.
The woman who just so recently had been out cold came running towards the woman in red, no signs of fear, yet sounded desperate.
Something metal glinted in the air, hurtling towards the running woman. It seemed to hit her, as she fell to the ground.
From their view, it seemed she had been shot, though no gunshots were heard. The woman opened her wings, wrapping them around the wounded woman. All was frozen. Time itself stopped.
After long moments, Her wings seemed to be growing alarmingly fast, as she stood back. The man who had been protecting the lady on the ground now held her in his arms, turning to the people with him.
Lightning struck, causing fire to spread.
The two onlookers made a run for it, as the fire grew out of control. Looking back, the woman in red had her wings spread up open wide, letting out a blood curdling, inhuman scream. The fire not seeming to faze her, or even burn her, growing in ten fold.
The forest burned in her wake.
And so, the story was spread from 2 weary travelers. And that’s how the woman in red came to be.
This woman, whoever or whatever she is, symbolizes the phoenix, reborn from near nothing. Nothing but ash, the leftover pieces from her once life, unable to go back.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true, as there among the ash strewn lands, was a lonely seemingly rust covered blade, the size of an eagle's feather.
Upon closer inspection, what looked to be rust at first glance was actually blood, burned and dried hard on the steel.
As it was said there were no gunshots to be heard, even after eyewitness accounts clearly saw the glint of something metallic launched through the air.
This concludes not only the birth of a tale, but a legend. One forged from nothing short of mystery, for no one alive, as far as we know, knows its true motives, less so the truth be it belief or not. so be wary out there, you might just come across her, whether aware of it or not, and may all things pure help you if you meddle with legend.
~Story Teller
the book is currently 25,400 words long so far.
been working on it for a year. (got writers block a few times).
i am in LOVE with it. since i have been working on it for a year, it's allowed me to improve my poetry and writing skills MASSIVELY. been doing a lot of editing to it as i improved since i began writing it, but it's going really well.
maybe i'll become a writer when i leave school.
Neato :>
I hope you’re able to pursue that career!
i ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS SONG AND THERE IS SO MUCH LORE LIKE WHAT-
This gave me goosebumps and now I want to see it in a show
I shall practice, can’t wait for next week 😉
Shhhhhh :>
Your concept and ocs look amazing and this is so smooth and coloured and dynamic and aahsbjdjdvdikdlwbwjlslskjd!!!!!
I'm very excited for what you're up to!!!!
I’m excited to show you :D !!!!!!!!
Yo-ho-hoooooooo!!! 🔥🔥🔥
Anything with OCs, compasses, and epic music? I’m in!!
*_THIS IS EPIC, I CAN'T WAIT_*
This is incredible
Holy heck your characters all look so cool
Do I sense Murder Drones in this amazing animation?
Nooooooo I knew I would be getting these comment but I didn’t expect them so soon XD
@@FabledFaye I type and respond quicker than expected, most times
@thecatcollector8982 Haha it’s okay it was me joking about how since I gave him a tail like the murder drones I was expecting comparison comments
Nice to find another MD fan tho c:
@@FabledFaye I know someone that’s pretty much obsessed with Murder Drones
I like it, but the lore confuses me
The designs are cool though
Watcher lore?
Wow
:O 🎉🎉🎉🎉👏👏👏👏👏👏👏
**eats**
Ello >:3 can I have some?