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Tame (Still Safe 2-B Your Pet Rmx)
The thickness of the moisture in the air seems almost unbearable to most foreigners. To those who inhabit Africa, it's a regular day in the jungles, deserts, and villages. Within the Senuvan territory lies their savior, Cheeyana. Ninety percent of the time, she is roaming about going on random journeys. She spots a unknown stranger lurking about the forest and with a seductive smirk, she kneels down. It could be either or; an intruder or a passerby. Either or, Cheeyana is always ready for the worst case scenario as she is about to prowl on her fours with a slight pur. Her nails unlike any cheetah extracts from her massive paws. Her toe nails extended as if they're clinging to the ground for grip. Should she have to shred this strager? Or will this be a playful moment for her to startle someone and keep moving with a brief apology?
So here it finally is... the remake of a remix from 2002 (seen here) with a totally different look and rather... more sexy. I feel completely satisfied about the remakes since this picture has been finished. I had planned on remaking her remix since the original remake, Still Safe 2B Your Pet was completed. I had a few ideas on the remix such as having the same scenario from the original, but this time, she has both chains broken. Cool idea, but I wanted to stick with its roots as far as a makeover is concerned. My biggest objective was to make this picture just as beautiful as the original (if not better). I used a lot of my premade forest set-ups I made since 2007 for the sceneries and did some touch-ups on the ground with all brush shapes. The big thing on making the grassy fields was making it look as if Chee is in the grass. Not only that, checking a majority of each grass that they aren't "floating" in the air in front of other brushed on grass. Then, creating other types of vegetation with brush shapes and matching them with the scenery. The mountains in the back took me a couple of tries to get down as I was checking out some funky tutorial techniques online. I figure I need another style of making mountains besides my usual. It's very simple how it's done.
So here it finally is... the remake of a remix from 2002 (seen here) with a totally different look and rather... more sexy. I feel completely satisfied about the remakes since this picture has been finished. I had planned on remaking her remix since the original remake, Still Safe 2B Your Pet was completed. I had a few ideas on the remix such as having the same scenario from the original, but this time, she has both chains broken. Cool idea, but I wanted to stick with its roots as far as a makeover is concerned. My biggest objective was to make this picture just as beautiful as the original (if not better). I used a lot of my premade forest set-ups I made since 2007 for the sceneries and did some touch-ups on the ground with all brush shapes. The big thing on making the grassy fields was making it look as if Chee is in the grass. Not only that, checking a majority of each grass that they aren't "floating" in the air in front of other brushed on grass. Then, creating other types of vegetation with brush shapes and matching them with the scenery. The mountains in the back took me a couple of tries to get down as I was checking out some funky tutorial techniques online. I figure I need another style of making mountains besides my usual. It's very simple how it's done.
Category All / Muscle
Species Cheetah
Size 1280 x 771px
File Size 1.03 MB
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Daaaw~! I'm already looking into it already. Getting my resources and and tryna hook up with this one guy's relative who made a success with his talent. Wish me luck and hopefully I do make something of it. If not, hey, I'll still do what I love best LoL! Thanx a mil, ye royalty! ^^ *Bows before the mighty Kingman*
Until they get wise to you and start saying "No" for obvious financial reasons.
There's only so many Old Country Buffet, Golden Corrals, and local Chinese buffets.
Frankly, if she's going to eat the likes of a full buffet per meal, then I'd say she better be chipping in for the food bill.
~Otaku-Man
There's only so many Old Country Buffet, Golden Corrals, and local Chinese buffets.
Frankly, if she's going to eat the likes of a full buffet per meal, then I'd say she better be chipping in for the food bill.
~Otaku-Man
They'll have to fix their prices then.
"All you can Eat? No no... we changed that about two days ago. We're now "All you can Fit on a Plate". Price is $5.95 per plate."
"What!? But we were just here two days ago and this place was All You Can Eat!"
"WAS All You Can Eat. Think about that."
~Otaku-Man
"All you can Eat? No no... we changed that about two days ago. We're now "All you can Fit on a Plate". Price is $5.95 per plate."
"What!? But we were just here two days ago and this place was All You Can Eat!"
"WAS All You Can Eat. Think about that."
~Otaku-Man
Cuz I wuvz ya! *nuzzles Kampie* I like your art style no matter what you may think! Besides! We do some awesome work for Project Epic! I'm still amazed how wonderful Blues and Mena turned out! Not just by drawing, but the inking as well which makes it look crisp and sharp.
A part of him hated the jungle. But the job was well paid, and how hard was it to locate that tribe his employer wanted to find so badly? Well, for the past week or so he'd been getting that answer. And he hated feeling all sweaty. And the tall grass. And the trees. And the mosquitos. And the snakes.
Basicly anything having to do with a stinking jungle.
Again, the pay on this job was good. Really good.
As he ran a hand over his sweaty forehead, some part of him realized he was not alone. It was an odd sensation, really, as the low snap of a branch behind him somehow told him something was leaping towards him. He tried to spin around. He tried to reach for his gun. He tried to pull it out to shoot at his killer.
But it was too late.
It had been too late for almost a week.
Elsewhere...
"Hmm? Did you hear that?!"
"Hear what?"
"That scream! That blood-curdling scream!"
The two men stood up and looked in the direction of the sound. One was tall and skinny, the other short and portly with a thick mustache. Both men were dressed in traditional safari outfits.
The tall and skinny one gulped. "Professor, this is crazy. Even if we do locate the Senuvan tribe... well... they're blood thirsty killers! They'll rip us to shreds the minute we get within sight of them."
The portly one huffed. "Nonsense, m'boy! No matter how barbaric or how crude a secluded tribe may seem, they are still a society, and every society has their own rules. We just have to follow them."
"But sir, we started this expedition with 30 men, and now there's only about 10 of us left!"
"And frankly, good riddance if you ask me! What was the Foundation THINKING pairing us up with those coldhearted hunters and poachers!?"
"They were the only ones that had any information on the tribe's whereabouts. The Foundation didn't have much choice."
"Hmph! I'd have much rather just looked for them myself! Just give me a map, a compass, and a dowsing rod and I'd find them in no time at all! Besides, it's their own damn fault for trying to catch one of them like they're some kind of horrible animal."
"Yeah... but... if the tribe thinks that we're just like them, then we're as good as dead too!"
"M'boy, use your head for a minute! What was the one thing all of our slaughtered compatriots had in common?"
"They... were mean?"
"GUNS! They were all carrying GUNS! I'm sure that we're not the first to try and approach the tribe, and over time the tribe is bound to have learned that guns KILL! Therefore, they kill those with guns to prevent idiotic people from destroying the ecological system of the jungle and savannah, and the tribe itself! We are not carrying firearms, so we shouldn't be harmed."
"Then... what will we do if something DOES attack us?"
The professor whips out a machete from its sheath, which shines in the African sunlight with a piercing gleam. "That's why we have these! Excellent for clearing thick brush and excellent self defense if a wild animal decides to have one of us for lunch. But remember, ONLY self defense!" The skinny guy nodded, wiped the sweat from his brow, but still looked rather scared. The professor sighed and picked up his pack. "Come on, let's go meet back up with the others. We've scoured this area and have found absolutely nothing." The professor turned to the skinny guy and frowned. "And for an understudy, you sure get scared easily. You knew the perils that the African wild bring, so pick yourself up and follow me. We're heading back to camp to plan our next move and fix dinner."
"Yes, Professor."
As the two men picked up their gear and headed off, they were unaware that a pair of feline eyes had been watching them the whole time, with a matching pair of feline ears listening the whole time too.
~Otaku-Man
"Hmm? Did you hear that?!"
"Hear what?"
"That scream! That blood-curdling scream!"
The two men stood up and looked in the direction of the sound. One was tall and skinny, the other short and portly with a thick mustache. Both men were dressed in traditional safari outfits.
The tall and skinny one gulped. "Professor, this is crazy. Even if we do locate the Senuvan tribe... well... they're blood thirsty killers! They'll rip us to shreds the minute we get within sight of them."
The portly one huffed. "Nonsense, m'boy! No matter how barbaric or how crude a secluded tribe may seem, they are still a society, and every society has their own rules. We just have to follow them."
"But sir, we started this expedition with 30 men, and now there's only about 10 of us left!"
"And frankly, good riddance if you ask me! What was the Foundation THINKING pairing us up with those coldhearted hunters and poachers!?"
"They were the only ones that had any information on the tribe's whereabouts. The Foundation didn't have much choice."
"Hmph! I'd have much rather just looked for them myself! Just give me a map, a compass, and a dowsing rod and I'd find them in no time at all! Besides, it's their own damn fault for trying to catch one of them like they're some kind of horrible animal."
"Yeah... but... if the tribe thinks that we're just like them, then we're as good as dead too!"
"M'boy, use your head for a minute! What was the one thing all of our slaughtered compatriots had in common?"
"They... were mean?"
"GUNS! They were all carrying GUNS! I'm sure that we're not the first to try and approach the tribe, and over time the tribe is bound to have learned that guns KILL! Therefore, they kill those with guns to prevent idiotic people from destroying the ecological system of the jungle and savannah, and the tribe itself! We are not carrying firearms, so we shouldn't be harmed."
"Then... what will we do if something DOES attack us?"
The professor whips out a machete from its sheath, which shines in the African sunlight with a piercing gleam. "That's why we have these! Excellent for clearing thick brush and excellent self defense if a wild animal decides to have one of us for lunch. But remember, ONLY self defense!" The skinny guy nodded, wiped the sweat from his brow, but still looked rather scared. The professor sighed and picked up his pack. "Come on, let's go meet back up with the others. We've scoured this area and have found absolutely nothing." The professor turned to the skinny guy and frowned. "And for an understudy, you sure get scared easily. You knew the perils that the African wild bring, so pick yourself up and follow me. We're heading back to camp to plan our next move and fix dinner."
"Yes, Professor."
As the two men picked up their gear and headed off, they were unaware that a pair of feline eyes had been watching them the whole time, with a matching pair of feline ears listening the whole time too.
~Otaku-Man
Oh here and there, off and on. Whenever the inspiration hits.
I have to say thought that one thing about
Cylnx's artwork is that it certainly inspires writing. That much is definitely true.
~Otaku-Man
I have to say thought that one thing about
Cylnx's artwork is that it certainly inspires writing. That much is definitely true.~Otaku-Man
Without a doubt, man. This one time he posted a concept of Safe to B your pet and wrote a damn good 'comment' a bit like what I did with this one. Even better, I Think, but at some point he removed the concept, so I cant show you >_<
Say, I noticed on your profile you got AIM and YAHOO. Okay if I add you, we could maybe chat some online if you'd like to?
Well so-so. See, as I've written in the bio here, I've made some templates in 2007 like the tree variations and the sky, etc. Sometimes, I would sample a few objects from my previous projects (obviously in PSD format) to make a scenery. Like this pic here, I've sampled the trees from "I Stand Victorious" and did a little rearranging so they won't look too identical to it's original pic. Everything else in that pic I made from scratch. The grass part was a no brainer deal. I make a row on one layer, make another layer of grass and flip it. I must confess, blending the hues and using a photo filter layer took a little time as I was finding the right adjustment. ^^
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