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Life In Every Breath WIP
"There is Life in every breath...That is, Bushido."
-Katsumoto from THE LAST SAMURAI
"Samurai." The voice was water pouring over steel. The young black wolf turned around to face the source of the spoken word. He smiled when he saw her blue and white face smiling back at him, her hair untied and dancing in the wind, not pulled back and tamed like the lockes of other women.
"So you have come to see a Samurai off to war," Ragnarok said, a smile across his fangs. "Very odd gesture for Shinobi."
Okari smiled and closed her eyes. "What is a Samurai without his Master? What is Shinobi without his honor? I see little difference other than oath and coins." Her golden eyes flashed open to meet his, one green, the other blue. "Besides, I like to think of my past as that of a Ronin...not Shinobi."
Ragnarok smiled at that. There was still much strength in her frame though she no longer struggled to play the part of a woman. He longed to tarry with her there in the garden but knew in his heart that it would only hurt more if he did. Stepping closer, he asked of her the answer that hung in the air, "What brings you here to say goodbye?"
Okari laughed and reached both hands out, making a gentle bowl with her hands. Puzzled, he watched her eyes as they drifted into the cherry tree branches above their heads. A Nightingale flew into the white palms and started to sing its strange little song. "I come to remind you that death is the price of Bushido, but life is the reward. Seasons come and go, things die, other things are born, but some things always remain the same."
He reached out his hands to tentatively touch hers, amazed that the wild bird did not fly off at the sight of his larger, calloused paws. "I have lived a lifetime in my journeys, young Samurai. Many of those days were spent caring more about death than life, so much so that the song of the Nightingale was not heard by my ears." Regret shined in her eyes. "Remember always its song. The song of life and rebirth...of promise not fear."
Commission sketch for
of his character, Ragnarok and my character, Okari. Soon to be completed.
-Katsumoto from THE LAST SAMURAI
"Samurai." The voice was water pouring over steel. The young black wolf turned around to face the source of the spoken word. He smiled when he saw her blue and white face smiling back at him, her hair untied and dancing in the wind, not pulled back and tamed like the lockes of other women.
"So you have come to see a Samurai off to war," Ragnarok said, a smile across his fangs. "Very odd gesture for Shinobi."
Okari smiled and closed her eyes. "What is a Samurai without his Master? What is Shinobi without his honor? I see little difference other than oath and coins." Her golden eyes flashed open to meet his, one green, the other blue. "Besides, I like to think of my past as that of a Ronin...not Shinobi."
Ragnarok smiled at that. There was still much strength in her frame though she no longer struggled to play the part of a woman. He longed to tarry with her there in the garden but knew in his heart that it would only hurt more if he did. Stepping closer, he asked of her the answer that hung in the air, "What brings you here to say goodbye?"
Okari laughed and reached both hands out, making a gentle bowl with her hands. Puzzled, he watched her eyes as they drifted into the cherry tree branches above their heads. A Nightingale flew into the white palms and started to sing its strange little song. "I come to remind you that death is the price of Bushido, but life is the reward. Seasons come and go, things die, other things are born, but some things always remain the same."
He reached out his hands to tentatively touch hers, amazed that the wild bird did not fly off at the sight of his larger, calloused paws. "I have lived a lifetime in my journeys, young Samurai. Many of those days were spent caring more about death than life, so much so that the song of the Nightingale was not heard by my ears." Regret shined in her eyes. "Remember always its song. The song of life and rebirth...of promise not fear."
Commission sketch for
of his character, Ragnarok and my character, Okari. Soon to be completed.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / General Furry Art
Species Wolf
Size 890 x 655px
File Size 48.4 kB
Another great piece here.
And once again, you really capture their expressions and their body language. Every little detail seems to fall into place and it really helps add the story.
That's another thing. I for one fully enjoy the little stories you add to your pieces. They really help you stand out.
Well done, as always.
And once again, you really capture their expressions and their body language. Every little detail seems to fall into place and it really helps add the story.
That's another thing. I for one fully enjoy the little stories you add to your pieces. They really help you stand out.
Well done, as always.
Thanks so much, hun. Okari is a character I really need to bring back to "life" as it were. She used to be my fursona, but I kind of outgrew that point in my life, but she's still very important to me. And I still like her story, and what she symbolizes. I'm glad you like it!
You've always described him as being complicated. I can't tell you how many blue line sketches I have tossed out. I wanted to have them in a marketplace, just strolling along, but that didn't pan out the way I wanted it to. I think if these two were to meet, the world would slow down a bit...it'd be a rare moment of peace and understanding for the two of them, so I thought I'd do something a little more symbolic for them. I'm glad you like it. I'm always so proud that you like Okari so much. I really need to do more with her.
Ragnarok is his nickname given to him because of his gift. Though only his closest friends call him that. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2743595/
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