Audience with the Prophet

Completion Date: 07-05-10
Time Taken: 4 hours
Medium(s):
+ Sketched in OpenCanvas 2.2
+ Inked, colored, and watermark added in Photoshop CS2
Music:
+ Testament - Xenosaga III - Yuki Kajiura
+ Praise of Evil - Devil May Cry 2 - Masato Kouda, Tetsuya Shibata, Satoshi Ise
+ The Bird and The Worm - The Used
+ Pretty Toy - Velvet Acid Christ

Comment:
<sup>"Eclipsed by shadow, the lioness stood at the mouth of the cavern awaiting permission to enter. Not far but just beyond her sight the Prophet King was sitting upon the cool rocks, lounging casually.

"Enter."

Taking in but one deep breath the dark female took measured steps forward, her head held high and level. To earn the right to a private audience with their beloved Prophet was more than any lioness worth her salts could ever dream of, and for Avia, this was no exception. As she had been instructed the lioness stopped before the great stone upon which he sat at the edge of the light. A flinching of her withers was all she would allow to show of her excitement and anxiousness at being before the Great One. Bowing, she offered her respect to the male whom returned such with a smug smile.

"Speak your mind. I'm waiting.."

Avia nodded once more, lifting her head to look into the eyes of the pride's saviour, "My lord. I am most gracious for this private audience, it humbles me. But that which I have come to speak of is deeply important."

Jacoma nodded as if intently listening though his mind was far from thinking of anything the lioness had to say. He was studying her... her posture, her form, the eloquence of her speech. There was something to be said here about this particular follower of his. Even as he observed her she continued to relinquish the burdens of her mind to him, finding comfort in divulging her words to the Prophet. "What have you to say....?" Avia looked to him curiously, emerald eyes glinting with anticipation. She had hoped that he understood the tangled meaning in her words and prayed that he saw her fit for that which she so terribly wanted. Curling a dark paw to his chest, the beast's mouth opened in a smirk.

"Perfect."

The lioness looked confused to his response, but found her mouth opened to reply though the words were lost. Perfect is what he had said.... but what perfection did he speak of?"</sup>
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More projectDEST stuff yaaaaaaaay~
Originally intended on this being another fake screenshot but I liked where it was going so it just turned out to be a small illustration. I wanted to show Jacoma being less of a bastard and more subdued, if that's the word for it. He's not covered in blood so let's just say that. XD Anyway, this is the first time he's actually spoken with/met the lioness named, Avia. She left one of the smaller deadlander prides to join Jacoma's growing pride/cult and is a devote follower. By working so hard to please him she earned herself a private conversation with him, poor girl, she'd do anything to have that false prophet jerk give her praise and wisdom. Though as the story progress Avia ends up becoming one of the closest lionesses to Jacoma which ends poorly for her in the end. Man this story is depressing. D:

^{Artwork, Jacoma, Avia © 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.}