2 – The Animus

| November 2, 2012 | 8 Comments


The stones there had once been a part of something great- the ring itself was enormous, more like tectonic plates than mere stones. And the “when” of it wasn’t even worth questioning- not when the stones were there before the first human eyes to fall on them. Even the Fae grew silent at the mention of the Old Ring.

Whatever they were, they must have liked being what they once were. Some of the stones were proud to just stand and remember their past. Some of the stones were content to sink into the earth, to forget and be forgotten.

But anyone, be they merchant, farmer or wanderer, approaching the Old Ring would have to contend with the Animus- the stones that remembered to guard.

Category: 2012, Fantasy

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Hello, everyone. My name is Gregory Gibbons, and I've been drawing for a long, long time. Check out my website to see some of my gallery stuff, and my little flash games, too.

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  1. Tyler James says:

    Sweet job! A story in a picture.

  2. albertic0 says:

    This is amazing! Great job on the tone color.

  3. Octrapenny says:

    Solid work. Not only is the art beautiful, but the haunting narrative really elevates the whole piece.

  4. DougCurtis says:

    Yeah, good on setting the atmosphere, the use of the backlight, etc.

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