KANTOUK ART RAFFLE #2 | 2018EDIT/UPDATE: Pushing this through to notifications as a last notice!! In 1 week's time I'm going to select the 3 winners, so if you haven't seen this and entered yet, time is almost up!
Back in 2016 I featured an art raffle (Journal), in which Sairendipity won a character bust of her character Kigai:
During 2017 I'd just started my move down to TX, and while I may not have had as large of a presence on Deviantart as I would have liked, I'm proud to say that I did maintain a healthy practice of my art using more traditional mediums such as gauche, pen & ink, and watercolor. I even participated in Inktober 2017! Overall, 2017 was a good year, but an absent year as far as DA is concerned.
During this first half of 2018 I'll be back home doing my thing, and I would like to kick it off with another art raffle in which I will pick 3 winners who will eac
Beneath the waters, it was as if the world fell away, revealing a whole other existence. Water was always a precious thing, more important than anything else one could possess in the desert, more precious than gold, more precious than gems. It was what varyons of the greatest wealth in Thedale thrived off of, bottling and selling to those in the city. While Thedale had its own source of water, it was often used by the large establishments; the bathhouses and used to fill the canals. In the past, when she had been thirsty, she would go down to the canals, fill her bags with water to return home, boiling it so it was clean enough to drink. It had always been hard work, but it beat making the trip out to the nearest oasis, one that would often be flooded by merchants and other natives of the land. It was only as she grew older, ventured out further, capable of making long trips that lasted days rather than hours, that she first discovered the caverns. Hidden amongst the sands, they seemed almost magical, gateways to worlds beyond her own, this place that was so solemn and desolate in comparison. The sand and sky and sun, that had been all she had ever known. There had been beauty in it, a master that she both loved and hated. In those caves though, in those sunken places of coolness and dark and water, she had found peace. She could pretend she was somewhere else. For as much as the desert had made her strong, it had left broken pieces inside her, fractured by the sheer strain of surviving. Far away in her mind, she could travel to both a different time, a different place. In those caves, within the water, its cool embrace chasing away the burn on her back, the sand from her fur, she felt truly comfortable for the first time in what was probably her entire life. One cave had become her own, a secret place that she retreated to, even as the child in her was chased away from her, responsibility setting in. It was the only place she was never quite as jaded, as surly as she was, allowed to unfurl, to breath, to feel. Laying in the chill of the water, feeling it lap against her sides, watching as the ripples over the cave ceiling dance in cyan glow, setting the fire of her pelt into muted tones.
Now, submerged beneath the oasis pool, the water here was so different from that cave. There, when she fell beneath the deep, it was so stunningly dark, all the light of the world falling away, leaving her in a place that was totally separate from her life, from the desert. Deaf, blind, and senseless to touch, floating in the middle of the gapping pool, it had a numbing effect. It took away the pain, the anger, the questions that came endlessly. Water had been the giver of life, as well as an escape for her. And yet here, here, it was so bright, crystal clear. Her eyes remained close for a time, dizzying as she plummeted through the surface, the powder soft sands below giving way to the deeper centre. She could feel the tickling flow of bubbles across her skin, tugging and pulling at the long tuff of her tail, the strands of her mane. It whirled around her body, a vortex at her daring plunge. Seconds ticked by, passing as the water settled, and her body, weightless, began to float back towards the surface. Only than, did she open her eyes. Here, in this water, it was bright, no touch of murk or shadow. The bubbles that trailed across her vision hung like diamonds in her sight, shining against the light of the sun shining down. The surface, a spiral of white waves, rippling across the picturesque view of the sky above. Blinking, feeling the slightest sting of the water across her eyes, she looked around, feeling the pull of the water over her throat, her neck. It was always an odd feeling, remaining untouched by the pull of gravity, her powerful legs turning from their purpose to run to pull her through the water. Massive paws, made to disperse her weight amongst the sand now acted as oars, her long torso shifting like an eel through the water. Lashing her tail, the long coil doing little to actually move her along, shifted effortlessly, slapping against the surface before trailing behind her, her body jettisoning through the water at a powerful kick of her hind legs.
It wasn’t a far swim down to the surface, the meters drifting away in quick succession with each kick, the female reaching out, claws reaching for something to tether herself to the ground. There was little in the manner of plantlike, the soft grass like greenery carpeting certain patches, their roots fragile and thread like. She managed to snag a pawful, drawing herself down the final spans, until all her toes touched down. From there, she took the time to merely take it all in. It was strange, the way everything seemed to curve, the sides of the pool curving upward, the arching effect the surface seemed to have. It was as she was trapped in a sphere, earth on one side, sky on the other, and water to fill it all up. It was such a strange place, here, where all the elements met, the suns light shining down, setting it all ablaze. Her mane floated like the grass at her feet, with no real rhyme or reason, dancing in soft sways, brushing against her neck, her shoulders. Here, where the wind couldn’t reach, the sand was absolutely still, crystallized, white, sparkling as stardust. It was only after that she remembered why she had come down, made the plunge, her eyes catching sight of the mirage of a tyrian overhead, peering into the water. She wandered what he was thinking, whether Eros found amusement in having others bend to his ridiculous requests. Snorting, her breath falling out in a cascade of bubbles against her nostrils, Tigerlily looked down, seeking out a shell that would meet the demands of Eros. If he wanted a pretty shell, she’d find the most exotic here amongst these white pearlescent slips. Most were white, some a soft pink, the usual finds amongst the sand. They were nice enough, but hardly the type that would draw the eye. Turning, her tail waving over her back like a balloon on a string, she continued her search, the gleaming sands spraying up in a curtain of transparent, sparkling lace. Unlike above water, the sand wasn’t irritating, almost silky to the touch. Snorting against, she pushed forward, passing through the veil, clenching her eyes shut. Opening them only once the strange sensation had passed, she found it. It was larger than the rest, spiraling around whereas the others whereas the others were flat. Cerith, blue and brown, a beautiful conch. Grinning, she surged forward, grasping the shell in her mouth and kicked back off the ground. The water broke as she reached the surface, shaking her head, droplets flying. Looking over, she cast a miffed look at the Tyrian. “Does this work?”