Hostile

Completion Date: 07-01-10
Time Taken: 2 hours
Medium(s):
+ Sketched in OpenCanvas 2.2
+ Color and watermark added in Photoshop CS2
Music:
+ Our Truth - Lacuna Coil
+ Deify - Disturbed
+ Hold On - Korn
+ Coming Undone - Korn
+ Judith (Renholder Mix) - A Perfect Circle
+ Darkest Days - Stabbing Westward

Comment:
A tremor of unsettlement rose swiftly through the ranks of the rebellion, the hushed sounds of footfalls echoing in the stillness of the cavern. The tension began to mount, steps growing ever closer, the opposition making way toward them. There was no falter in those steps, each one calculated and placed with the confidence that could only belong to one beast.

"So... you've come to challenge me."

Emerging from the threshold came the one they'd grown to fear and hate. Time stood still as the macabre figure of the creature came into the light. To set eyes upon him cast a wave of chills up the spine, that sinister gaze filled with an unspeakable evil was enough to penetrate to the core. Such eerie eyes were only offset by the horrific fact that blood smeared and coated his mane and muzzle. Fresh blood... Gods only knew what he'd just sent to the grave with his bite, and those that stood before him could only pray that it was not to be their fate."
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These fake screenshots are actually pretty fun to do. They're actually helping me get out of the rut I'm starting to fall into. Anyway, the scene above is from a story I've had for a while now. Its called Destitute Prophecy and involves a pride of lions for several generations living in a place called the Deadlands. With each generation everything keeps getting progressively worse but they all hold on hope for the prophecy to come true and deliver them to salvation. *blahblah*

This is Jacoma (3rd Generation) who became pride leader after murdering his own father and young cub brother, brutally. Once he took over things were absolutely miserable, and he made things much worse by slaughtering litters of his own cubs. His claims were that he was immortal and needed no heir, and that he was the one the prophecy spoke of. His madness only worsened over the years and many fell at his feet in death or alliance. Usually death. Eventually a rebel alliance formed and gathered to give him a taste of justice, but how it ends is a secret~ And this is just a little scene of that, so enjoy! :D

^{Artwork, Jacoma © 2010 P. Lolla (*souls-poison)
Do not use without permission. Artwork and characters copyright P. Lolla (*souls-poison); All rights reserved. Do not alter, copy, and/or redistribute under penalty of law.}