The Silvermoon Sentinel

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altanachan@gmail.com — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 11:20:55 GMT

Speedpaint, 20 mins.

Ughrrrrr.

altanachan@gmail.com — Sun, 13 Dec 2009 09:52:42 GMT

LOOKIT ART FROM WORK TODAY.
Okay it's actually not that great, but it's still something and I figure that's better than nothing. XD

OKAY I WILL TRY THIS THING TOO. ( Look, all the hip kids are doing it. )
the p o s i t i v i t y meme

(edits: I think the link is fixed now. XD But you may end up in china...)

Also if you have not heard this song today, and you are feeling a little blue, listen to it. Sing along. Hug yourself. <3

I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ASLEEP BY NOW. Instead I had one of those odd nightmares that doesn't involve anything scary at all, it just makes you wake up feeling nothing but bad. Actually, now that I think about it, it seems like symbolism for everything I feel about my life right now. Damn you subconscious! Why can't I just have sexy dreams about characters that don't really exist-- or some that do, I'm not picky. Just give me something to work with, geez.

I am a little pleased; I finished Lia's holiday gift list for the people that she cares for the most. Some of these gifts are pretty adorable, if I do say so myself. {Lyn's seen the list, and it did take me a while to pick everything out just right.)

Oh oh oh oh oh, LYN, ALI. TOMORROW. I AM SO EXCITED. I want to hang out. Best friend day today was wonderful, btw. I am sorry things didn't all go well, and I am still mad about the woman who pushed me and knocked me over along with all my groceries into the rain. YES MADAME, I AM TERRIBLY SORRY MY BODY WAS IN THE WAY OF YOUR CHRISTMAS SHOPPING. NO MADAME, IT IS NOT NECESSARY TO EVEN CARE OR ACKNOWLEDGE THAT PERSON NOW SPRAWLED ON THE PAVEMENT. ALL IS WELL.

In other news, for you Wownerds like me, I found this today. And I laughed.
Gods help me, I love Kael so damn much.

AND NOW TO FLEE TO BED.

Haw. :B

altanachan@gmail.com — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 12:32:03 GMT

lolololbloofsinnormalclothing. <3

Koltira looks like a badass. It'll fit when he's a bouncer.

Ravage surfing teh interwebs.

YES.

altanachan@gmail.com — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 11:19:27 GMT

AM I DONE? I MAY VERY WELL BE.
Fracking busy season. :[

...in other news, still no running water. T,T Frozen pipes.

HURR

altanachan@gmail.com — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 22:59:15 GMT

For you hastemarch <3

I WILL MAKE MORE. (but probably tomorrow. :< )
The Lich King needs moar faces, especially my retarded looking ones that make him all weeaboo.

One last thing, something light-hearted and fun before bed. <3

altanachan@gmail.com — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 06:51:27 GMT

Meme-ory!

Comment and I will comment back with a picture of the fictional character that most reminds me of you. Then post the same in your journal.

I leave the posting in your journal thing optional, it always seems a bit silly to me to tell someone what to do with their own space.
(Following Tenshi_kain's example. <3 )

Oh yaaawn.

altanachan@gmail.com — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 09:54:17 GMT

Yes yes, another day another update. :3
I'm only posting because I really am just about to fall asleep and I have to stay up due to more commission work that I have to get done. Eyes...dry...

I thought it'd be fun to post a sample of what I'm working on at the moment. X3

At work today I nearly had my ears screamed off by a woman who insisted that we had stolen her money but refused to cooperate in any way, not by making a print out of her bank statement, not by letting me look up her account-- nothing. Zip, Nada. 35 minutes I had to sit and listen to her howl before the person that she wanted to speak to (who was ironically BENEATH ME AND COULDN'T HELP HER AT ALL) came in to work and left me free to inhale some air. Then I found out the guy who comes in to work every day and who wanted me to draw something for him as a commission came in on the day that I had to have covered and harassed my coworker demanding to know where I was and...get this...WANTED MY PHONE NUMBER.

Yes, some stranger was wanting my number. My coworker (WHO I LOVE TO DEATH) got sooo pissed off, and stuck her hands down on the counter and said that I was so busy with artwork that I had to call in on that day and have her cover for me so I could catch up. (WHICH IS TRUE) He said that he didn't care and that he should get priority. (yes, you have not put in a payment, sir and I TOLD YOU THAT IT WOULD TAKE A LONG TIME. Apparently his ears don't work at all.) Just because this guy sees me every day doesn't mean that he gets to cut to the front of my commission line. At this point I really just want to toss it back at him and say screw you! ARGH.

Other than that things are fine, however. Worrying more about the people around me than myself! (you know who you are.)

I'm not sure if I'm getting sick, but I'm hoping not. My throat has been just cruddy all day.

Oh, one more thing. Matthias Lehner.
Don't touch Arthas's heart, or that creepy kid will haunt you FOREVER and demand that you accept his flashback quests. (or at least until you turn it all in to Tirion Fordring)

*touches*

Lastly, have an old Mordecai Speedpaint.

And now I sleep, because my hand hurts from resting it on my keyboard all day. XD
<3

Reflections of the past

altanachan@gmail.com — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 03:16:36 GMT

I SUCK AT WRITING, ARGH.
Regardless, here is my long overdue present for my bff.
Do not think poorly of me for desecrating the beautiful english language. :<

The little town was, by the standards of any moderately well-off traveler, a mess. Arvanna, a slender human no older than 16, skipped and hopped over the broken fragments of masonry that ages ago had spilled out across the dirt in what must have been a massive battle. Her golden-red hair curled up around her cheeks as the wind pushed her forward gently mid-stride, and Arvanna landed gracefully on the balls of her feet in a patch of grass that was busy making an attempt to swallow up any evidence of civilization-- stone bricks enveloped in long foliage and little flowers.

Her airship had made a stop here to carry out trade and earn an extra bit of coin, and her traveling companions didn't seem to care much where they landed so long as they had a good meal and a long night's rest out of the deal. Admittedly she felt the same, but there was something bothering her about this place that she couldn't quite pinpoint. And while her friends were off doing their best to entertain the somewhat stoic and stern-faced locals, Arvanna couldn't seem to sit still. She saw misery in the eyes of the people, there was too much armor, too many scars, and while the verdant fields blossomed with life and peace, there wasn't a building in town that was completely intact. More importantly, no matter where she went or how quiet it was, she felt eyes watching her...as if she was never truly alone.

Her emerald eyes squinted at the sinking sun while she parted her fingers to admire the shades of vibrant pink and orange as they bled off into the darkness of the night sky. Huffing out a little sigh, she turned and began to trace her path back to the tavern in the hopes that she'd be just in time for supper and just late enough to dodge another of Gareth's (their residential and narcissistic bard) long-winded tales. The shadows grew around her feet as she rounded the corner just before the entrance and Arvanna heard the jovial sounds of her friends laughing, which usually meant they were either discussing food or busy enjoying it. As her fingers grasped the handle she turned back to get one last look at the starry sky and suddenly felt her veins run cold.

The creature stood behind her, masked in darkness, staring with blood red eyes that kept her locked in place, frozen in its gaze. She could barely make out the wraith's features, could barely discern its silhouette from the night surrounding them, and Arvanna gasped in silent horror as her thoughts slipped out into the open, her whole life on display. Embarrassing wouldn't begin to describe how humiliating it was to feel so completely analyzed in such a small amount of time, and were it not for the fear that held her she thought she would surely to burst into tears.

But the icy grip receded and the figure faded away into the alley just as quickly as it had appeared, leaving Arvanna heaving out shaky breaths, clutching the handle of the inn so hard that her fingers were bruised. She winced and pried her hand back, using her elbow to nudge open the door as she stumbled into the room where her companions were already halfway through both dinner and drink.

Her friends, some with food hanging from their mouths, looked up at her with puzzled expressions as the girl's sudden and alarming entrance was the last thing they expected.

"Holy-- Oh hell Arvanna, what in the name of Tempus did you do to yourself??"

She wandered over to the nearest chair before dropping ungracefully into the seat and running a hand through her hair, "A...a ghost. Some kind of ghost. It attacked me just as I came to the door and fled off before I could do anything...."

"What?! A ghost? Are you sure you didn't fall and hit your head or something?" Gareth asked, dabbing at his mouth with a napkin to wipe away the bit of wine he'd coughed up when she burst in a moment earlier.

"I know what I saw, Gareth!!!" Arvanna shrieked back, slamming her fist down on the table beside her. "He was dark as night, thin, claws..fangs...red eyes...."

The innkeeper who had remained silent up until this point gave a loud cough and thumped an empty mug down on the counter to interrupt her, "That wasn't any ghost, and if you have any sense in your head you'll stop talking about things you don't know."

Halfway between anger and shock, Arvanna could only sputter out a few agitated breaths, which prompted the hulking man to continue.

"His name is Eruseth. And he's been guarding this town since the days of my grandfather. And he isn't dead."

The girl's expression softened slightly, though she was no less unnerved, "What is he, then?"

"A drow. But he's not like the others around here...He won't talk to any of us, won't even come near us unless we're in trouble. Wasn't always the case, though." He leaned one arm against the side of the bar, "My grandfather told me how they would talk for hours, out on the hills just beyond the city walls."

"He didn't seem the talkative sort." Arvanna replied shortly, rubbing her still aching hand.

"The day his lover died, that was the day he stopped talking. That was when we couldn't reach him anymore. Crept back into the shadows-- turned into one, and left this world behind." The innkeeper paused, his face weighted with the smallest hint of sadness, "We set up a proper shrine for her over by the gardens, that's usually where you can find him."

After that, the evening itself seemed darker. Dinner was quiet, Gareth and the others finished their food without a word, and when she finally crept up to her room, Arvanna couldn't shake the guilt that seemed to be building up inside her chest. All she could think of was the moment they had locked eyes, and how when she looked back on it, she realized just how broken his truly expression was. He had reached out to her for something, but whatever it was she couldn't begin to guess...

Clutching her covers to her chest she wondered just what kind of a love when lost could tear someone so completely from the world itself.

The room was dark, made of cold, hand carved limestone that had been worn and broken over hundreds of years. Treasa paced the dank space with her sunrod in hand, grasping it desperately as she worked to keep her breathing steady. From the corner, sitting primly on one of the beds, Eruseth watched her with quiet curiosity.

"Are you amused??" She huffed, stopping to face him and stomp her foot. The darkness was too much for her eyes, even with her rod, but she knew her drow companion well enough to tell that he was grinning pleasantly just a few feet away.

"I am fascinated." He answered, his soft voice rippling through the room and giving her some small amount of comfort. Treasa couldn't ever tell whether or not he was using his magic to manipulate her emotions...Sometimes she could swear he was, others she guessed were her own fault for loving him so dearly that the smallest sign of his presence made her melt.

"Well knock it off, okay? I'm not really in the mood to provide you with entertainment right now...."

"Is there something wrong?" He asked, rising to meet her, and suddenly she felt herself blush, for there were now two crimson red eyes peering back at her a few inches from her face.

"N-no! Maybe....yes." Treasa had tried to lie out of habit, but Seth always managed to pull the truth from her. It was just a quick surrender this time.

"What troubles you, my lady?" Eruseth reached up and placed his warm hands over hers, covering the sunrod and the two of them in shadow, leaving her blind and clinging to the sound of his breathing. It was short lived, however, as she quickly whimpered and pulled the rod free from his hand and held it up in fear as her eyes darted to the corners of the room, scanning for some invisible terror. The drow in front of her winced and pulled back slightly, closing his eyes to adjust to the sudden flood of light.

"Oh Eruseth, I'm sorry. I just-- It's the darkness..." Treasa scooped up his hands in hers apologetically, biting on her lip. "I don't like it. I think I'm going mad in this place. We've been down here for weeks and there's no sign that we'll be leaving anytime soon, either."

"If you think we won't survive down here, I beg to differ."

"It's not that. It's not." She shook her head firmly, her voice strained with desperation "This place is evil, I feel it."

Eruseth knew that when she said 'evil' she meant dark magic, the same dark magic that he had been using since he was old enough to weave his first spell. He also knew that there was always going to be a line between the two in her mind. She had never seen him as evil, had never branded him like most other people did. So what she thought to be malicious in nature was merely familiar to him.

"Come then," He began, pulling her to the bed farthest from their slumbering allies and settling himself atop the covers with her nestled comfortably in his lap. "We will sit here together. You, with a master of shadows, and the darkness will dare not cross us."

Treasa smiled a bit in spite of all the fear that was now rolling about inside of her. She kept his hands in twined with hers, head on his chest.

Eruseth craned his neck down to kiss the crown of Treasa's braids, his heartbeat slow, steady. "Why do you fear these ruins so?"

"Wh-what kind of question is that??" She snorted abruptly. "It's pretty obvious, isn't it? It should be, I mean."

"What is the worst that could happen?"

"We could die a thousand times over, or fall into an endless pit, or be eaten by spiders, or vampires, or werewolves, or...."

Treasa was stopped by her lover's fingers pressed tightly against her lips. Though she couldn't see well in the dark, with her eyes adjusted she was able to make out his silhouette and a few small features, now a faded shade of gray from lack of light. It felt strange to be so out of her element, so helpless-- but she had Eruseth, and with that anchoring knowledge her fear began to subside. Once again, her vision granted her a glimpse of the drow's mischevious grin.

"There now," He purred quietly, his voice melodic and enchanting. "Do you not feel calm? Do you not understand that there is nothing here but peace and the soothing embrace of night?"

She smirked, punching his arm lightly ( though it still caused the fragile warlock to yelp ). "I know I only want to know your embrace. And you just like being right, I can see your smug little expression."

"I've been found out." He chuckled.

"Damn right you have, I know these things!" Treasa laughed, clear and strong, and Eruseth felt warm against her, as if her voice was sunlight on his skin.

Years later he would know that how his presence had kept her secure and calm throughout some of the most trying times of their lives, was also a gift that she had given him in return. When Treasa at last faded from him, left his arms and world behind due to the trials of time, Eruseth was without hope. There was no tranquility left to grasp. But he held on to his sanity, he fought back with bared teeth in defiance against the darkness that relentlessly pulled at him. Because she wanted it that way. She wanted him safe.

And so the shade that remained behind, nothing more than a fragment of what once was, continued to act in her place. Treasa's will lived on through him.

Arvanna knelt beside the small shrine at the edge of the city.
Vines coated in rich, white-silver flowers covered every inch of Treasa's sanctuary and swirled around an ornate stone carved from ivory marble. At the stone's heart, within a little hollowed out portion, rested a flower that glowed more brightly and beautifully than any other. As she leaned in towards it, drawn by its light, a shadow cast itself over her skin from above. There, claws curled neatly over the top of the grave, rested the same monster from the day before; Only this time, he looked more human, less terrifying. Arvanna craned her neck up to meet his gaze, and for the briefest moment she thought she saw some sliver of a smile slip from his lips.

Her fingers released the small bundle of roses that she had been holding, they fell without a sound, resting in a pile at the base of the marble monument.

"I brought these to...to say I'm sorry. They're for her."

He gave her a slow nod, and she thought to herself at that moment that he looked beautiful. Faded midnight silhouette, the stars in the sky visible though him and reflected in the pale platinum of his hair.

"Do you miss her?"

Finally, he smiled, and dropping back behind the stone, he disappeared entirely.
Yet his voice stayed, echoing in her head. "More than anything. But...she will always be here, with me. Her love is unending, as is mine."

Arvanna touched the stone gently, catching Eruseth's reflection as he strolled off behind her. "In that, we will never die."

....

altanachan@gmail.com — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 14:35:27 GMT

So I went in to work this morning, and yeah...they changed the schedule without telling me. So not only was I way early, but I found out there was no one to cover my break later because we're understaffed. Great, now I get in trouble and I am going to be alone all day on a longer shift. (till fucking 3pm) My boss tells me to go home and come back (which at this point is pretty moot, but a nap is a nap) and I get in my car and the engine light is still on. Not good.

I filled my tank with gas less than 2 days ago, and only drove it once since then and already I'm down a half a tank. Yeah, something isn't right, and to top it off I can't take it to get looked at because I don't have the money. My bf might, but I'm scared to hell to tell him because it's just another thing to add to the unexpected money list. I'm so nervous I've already thrown up today.

Plus with my engine sucking in gas, I can't come home to eat on my break. (If I can even take one thanks to scheduling.) And I really really miss D&D, just for the escape and the peace of mind it brought me to be able to know that whatever happened, come thursday I'd be with my friends. I don't know, I just feel sick and tired and really really scared and I could use some stability. It's not like I have nothing, but I feel so lost right now.

*headdesk*

hurr hurr

altanachan@gmail.com — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 07:31:49 GMT

I'm going to redraw this looking much nicer, but I just had to post it for funsies.
Yes. This really did happen to Lynstraine and I while we were on Moonguard the other day.

Apparently those creepy conversation people that exist irl exist in game too, poor tormented guy. X3

...

altanachan@gmail.com — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 10:04:28 GMT

so weird.

altanachan@gmail.com — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 11:23:25 GMT

It seems like these days all I ever do is post when I have a) art, or b) something that is driving me insane that I just have to vent.

I mean, I guess it's not that bad, but sometimes I wonder if maybe my life ought to be a bit more interesting like the people that can update ever 4 minutes with something amazing and new. XD

I tried out Pchat today, it was a lot of fun and everyone is so nice! I also met up with aurvandil.deviantart.com/ who was a dear heart and kept me from losing my mind trying to learn all the features and oddities. I think the best thing about knowing creative people and making friends with them is knowing the kind, generous and unfathomably talented ones. (koff koff, you know you you are. *gives you the look*)

Speaking of that, Lyn passed her thesis today, which I totally KNEW would happen. (I am psychic.) Emily, Lyn and I gorged ourselves on sausage, cheese and wine, and watched up to celebrate. (Emiko came over, too. Damn work. Tomorrow chica, we need to make up for it. BOOZE BOOZE BOOZE....I feel so odd chanting this as a scarce once-in-a-blue-moon drinker.)

I also came to the conclusion that I really miss conventions. :[
Really, really miss them.

ANYWAY. Pchat faffery and art. (I have pics of the other artists' drawings, but I don't want to post them because it's their work and I wouldn't dream of showing it without permission.

Avali, my first semi-successful attempt with Pchat after Tetsu gave me newbie advice on pressure and how it works. XD

Liadrin, my last doodle for today, so I can have my own LJ icon for her and not have to use Blizz art. (Not that it isn't awesome, I just feel so odd using someone else's work even when I give credit. It's like...stealing their win...or maybe I'm just odd. )

Pchat crashed when I was doing this, but it gave me more time to write, so...unfinished harem thing girl. XD

Aurelius and his little man. I'll ink this and put in the text for it to make sense WITHOUT an explanation, but doing it at work is hard when you're busy. XD

The irony being Aurelius is the embodiment of death, deathlyness, and deathery and that Avali is a tiny little preggers paladin. As such, the fact that Aurelius's son is not afraid of one of the most terrifying badasses in Azeroth, but is petrified when facing Avali, well...it's funny. Now laugh. LAUGH.

(I reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally just like this picture because of Aure holding Kunyahdri. XD )

altanachan@gmail.com — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 09:45:03 GMT

Frickity frick frick.

altanachan@gmail.com — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 02:04:20 GMT

My dad is a LIAR. A lying liar who tells lies. I am done with him, completely and utterly done. I never really came to this point before, probably because I hoped for something nice to wind up happening, that all those times he said he changed, he really did change. But I know the difference now and I'm tired of being blown off. My dad has the life he wants, and it's a life without me in it, and I'm fine with it. I don't want my life to have him there either.

(edit: and my Dir en Grey art book just snapped at the spine... -_- )

:E

altanachan@gmail.com — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 09:33:26 GMT

Quicksketch of Daugion again, why I'm in a mood to draw him is beyond me. @_@

ajkhwnhva

altanachan@gmail.com — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 21:50:09 GMT

I want Icecrown, NOW.

http://www.mmo-champion.com/general-discussions-22/icecrown-soundfiles-transcript/

Koltira

altanachan@gmail.com — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 20:28:00 GMT

Full size files of my current icon commission for lynstraine
I'll add more as I finish them.

curls up

altanachan@gmail.com — Thu, 08 Oct 2009 18:49:20 GMT

It's been too long. In my defense, life has been busy busy busy! I feel awful for not having made a post to either DA, facebook, twitter, here or...or, well, anywhere else to be honest. To get caught up recent events, there was the friend wrangling, my cat getting sick (who is still, sadly, sick) , art, wow, more art, RP, work and family vacationing for my birthday.

My current piece is one I have hope for, and I want to have it finished by the end of the week! (yeah, right) I won't have another day off until next Thursday from the gym, but I think if I manage my time well I'll have this done soon. Well, at least soon enough to start on my next project.

and speaking of which, I am excited about this project. It's a short story converted to comic, written by lynstraine . So far I have a few character sketches and designs, and I won't reveal any plot, but I can post my WIP sketch for Mordecai, antagonizing and dashing companion to the protagonist. He still has a lot of refinement to go through, but it's getting there!

I suppose that is all the art-related posting I can do for now. I also have to get back to finishing my writing, as I have a story for Lyn and a short story for myself to complete.

Aside from that there is the normal anxiety and stress, but nothing I can't work through, and nothing worth mentioning here.
Ah well! Time to get back to work! :x

Birthdays

altanachan@gmail.com — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 02:42:23 GMT

I love my mother dearly, and she tried really hard...but this was a very exhausting day for the both of us. I think I'm just going to crawl into bed and forget about it.

heeeee

altanachan@gmail.com — Sat, 15 Aug 2009 23:31:05 GMT

Today I tried new things!
Lyn took me to the silver caboose, cause I'd never heard of it before. It was like the kind of food my grandmother used to cook, so GOOD. XD

Then we went to see Ponyo~ so cuuuuute!!!

and now I settle in to getting things done.
Also today was the first day in 2 weeks that I did not have to get up ungodly early, yay XD

Last night Emily cooked for us and threw us a bitching fun meet up, too. Mmmm chikins.

ART DUMP

altanachan@gmail.com — Wed, 12 Aug 2009 04:27:10 GMT

there is some stuff in here that is brand new, and there is some that is over a year old. OMG. XD

My current WIP, Belvedere and Seth. :B

Alucard sprite!

suuuper old Kael doodle

Seekrit project! :D

Silly Rael who sits in the margin of my book and starrrrres. XD

And two more images that I did not make, but make me laugh hysterically. :>

HAW.

lalalala :>

altanachan@gmail.com — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 23:29:12 GMT

Finished redesigned Seth....still debating on if I like the spiky hair or the flurffy hair better, leaning on spiky. Either way, the rest of the design will stay.

the lineart for it :>

My Seth/Russa motivational poster of the day. :D

Okay, maybe one more Seth. XD

Quicksketch

altanachan@gmail.com — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 03:49:45 GMT

it's the plan for my next painting that I'll do in my freetime.
(OMG I HAS A PLAN FOR ONCE.)

*sniffle* Poor Belvedere. :[
I debated giving her her pretty drow torso, but just a spider looks more scary. raaaawr.

In other news: your mom. :>

The last post

altanachan@gmail.com — Sun, 19 Jul 2009 05:15:04 GMT

This really choked me up today, it's so beautiful. I feel so deeply for this woman and her family, but also I felt that her words inspired me and not only reminded me of what is important, but taught me a few things that I think I truly needed to hear. Things maybe we all should hear.

Read it. I mean it.

punkrockmommy.org/blog/

art dump!

altanachan@gmail.com — Fri, 17 Jul 2009 21:54:01 GMT

because DA is being a butt and won't let me upload anything! XD;;

Speedpaint of Lord Belvedere, his armor is too dark and simple and his weapon, too, but it just didn't fit with the bright armor. X3

another WIP~

Damayanti pic before I erased the bg :>

picture for my mom's fund raiser, that had to be done within two days (two days that I worked, argh XD)