| Room the Rhymer ( @ 2006-08-27 04:30:00 |
| Current location: | the shrine to lost causes |
| Current mood: | FEAR ME, I AM ZORD! |
| Current music: | The Decemberists - "Of Angels and Angles" |
Void Rangers, huzzah!
So! in case nobody noticed (which it seems they did not), I am beginning to learn that I can indeed make decent drawings without medication. This is a big step for me, whoopie. You saw the quick sketch I did last night. Tonight, I found a song (see previous post, the one with the bagpipe) that let me do something with a little more detail. 
It's Carrickfergus and Pinion again. The color effect was put there by my camera. It's a shame I probably won't be able to do it in the finished one because it... works, with what's going on.
No, you don't get to know what's going on. Yet. It's a secret thing that... aww, fuck it.
They're Void Rangers.
This was never part of the plan when I started writing them, not even something I understood, but as often happens when you write with other people, or even with just yourself, stuff happens that you don't expect and characters develop based on their surroundings. This, of course, has not actually happened yet. But they've been... shall we say... set upon the path.
For all the explanation you're going to get of what a Void Ranger is (yet), read two entries back to the quote from Vehk and the chibi avatar with the strange name. And read the nonsensical bullshit I post here, you whores, it'll expand your minds. ;)
I conclude with the words that inspired the above work-in-progress:
There are angels in your angles
There's a low moon caught in your tangles
There's a ticking at the sill
There's a purr of a pigeon to break the still of day
As on we go drowning
Down we go away
And darling, we go a-drowning
Down we go away
Away
There's a tough word on your crossword
There's a bed bug nipping a finger
There's a swallow, there's a calm
Here's a hand to lay on your open palm today
As on we go drowning
Down we go away
And darling, we go a-drowning
Down we go away
Away
There are angels in your angles
There's a low moon caught in your tangles
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