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Who are they? She doesn't know. Why are they here? She prefers not to think about it. She begins to shiver, that's her final play. She knows that. The fear is now consuming her heart, and her tears doesn't help her to read the notes, and to play the Agnus Dei on the organ...
Not related to the main story
.... But directly related to my last nightmare.
I was in the public, watching Bothan shaked by tears and her fear. It takes me a long minute to notice why she was so terrified. The public seems unfriendly. Is the fear to disappoint the public? No. She wouldn't be shaked by tears for such a reason. I notice that whatever I tried I couldn't move myself to support her, or to simply say that I'm here, close to her. I'm here, I'm with you Bothan, don't worry, everything will be okay!. Nothing but the silence. Why the public doesn't encourage her? Sobs were the only things that I hear in that cathedral. She puts her hand on the medal that Fox gave her before his sacrifices and seems to find the courage to finally play.
The Toccata
Her first piece, a toccata, was just wonderfully done. Perfect, and that makes me shivers, the organ takes me to heaven with the celestial sounds. Her first fear seems even to have vanished, and she seems to enjoy her play more than the public shows its interest. Something in her smile was like a challenge to the unfriendly public, like You don't like it? I enjoy it whatever you're douche bags. She finishes her tune in a complete indifference from the public. I couldn't think but a why the heck are you here then, if that's not to enjoy wonderful organ tunes?.
The lack of interest seems to hurt Bothan again. I try to applaude her skills, to support her again, but nothing. I can't move, as at the beginning of that scene. Sadly I just can see her completely lose in her thoughts. The notes indicate Agnus Dei for her last play. I think that's a special version of the Samuel Barber's Adagio, but I'm not sure. That supposes to be for strings, or for vocals, not for organ.
Whatever, she begins to plays.
Agnus Dei
That's it. Adagio. Like I thought. Nothing has changed, her skills continue to surprise me, but I sense her stress, her fear. There is nothing to fear Bothan! She can't hear me. No one can... She finally miss a key, resulting in a wrong note. Someone in the public uses his taser to punish her, she shortly interrupts her play to recover from that sudden attack, and continues the tune, supressing her moans of pain. Another key missed. My neighbour throw her a stone, then another. I try to stop him, but I still can't move. She continues to play the Agnus Dei despite the rain of stones... The more she receives stones, the more she miss keys, resulting in a rebellion in the public. Someone use an bow to deadly hit her with arrows, another uses his gun, all uses theirs tasers, weapons, throwing everything on her.
Mise à mort. To put her to death. That's why they are here...
No! NOOOOOO!!! I try to move, to protect her, to cover her with my body, but it's like I'm in chains! The only thing which I'm able to do is to see her slowly falling to the keys. Is that her proudness, but she desesperately tries to finsih her tune. She's so close to. Final sheet, she successes. And collapses on the keys, bringing a surnatural howl in the cathedral. Her last song. I finally can move and run as fast as possible close to her. Her eyes are already empty of life, but she manages to say her last words. Je suis désolée... Pardonne moi... (I'm sorry... Forgive me...). I take her in my arms, trying anything in my power to heal the bounds. Useless. She passes away... The public, or those murderers, aren't here anymore. They disappeared when I was focused on Bothan's health. The only thing I could do now is to close her eyes... Farewell...
Wake up. That nightmare has an important meaning, I'm sure of it. Begin to think about it. It doesn't take me a long time before I figure it out...
Kitsune Bothan © Amiral Aesir
Lined the 3rd December 2007. Will be colored.
Who are they? She doesn't know. Why are they here? She prefers not to think about it. She begins to shiver, that's her final play. She knows that. The fear is now consuming her heart, and her tears doesn't help her to read the notes, and to play the Agnus Dei on the organ...
Not related to the main story
.... But directly related to my last nightmare.
I was in the public, watching Bothan shaked by tears and her fear. It takes me a long minute to notice why she was so terrified. The public seems unfriendly. Is the fear to disappoint the public? No. She wouldn't be shaked by tears for such a reason. I notice that whatever I tried I couldn't move myself to support her, or to simply say that I'm here, close to her. I'm here, I'm with you Bothan, don't worry, everything will be okay!. Nothing but the silence. Why the public doesn't encourage her? Sobs were the only things that I hear in that cathedral. She puts her hand on the medal that Fox gave her before his sacrifices and seems to find the courage to finally play.
The Toccata
Her first piece, a toccata, was just wonderfully done. Perfect, and that makes me shivers, the organ takes me to heaven with the celestial sounds. Her first fear seems even to have vanished, and she seems to enjoy her play more than the public shows its interest. Something in her smile was like a challenge to the unfriendly public, like You don't like it? I enjoy it whatever you're douche bags. She finishes her tune in a complete indifference from the public. I couldn't think but a why the heck are you here then, if that's not to enjoy wonderful organ tunes?.
The lack of interest seems to hurt Bothan again. I try to applaude her skills, to support her again, but nothing. I can't move, as at the beginning of that scene. Sadly I just can see her completely lose in her thoughts. The notes indicate Agnus Dei for her last play. I think that's a special version of the Samuel Barber's Adagio, but I'm not sure. That supposes to be for strings, or for vocals, not for organ.
Whatever, she begins to plays.
Agnus Dei
That's it. Adagio. Like I thought. Nothing has changed, her skills continue to surprise me, but I sense her stress, her fear. There is nothing to fear Bothan! She can't hear me. No one can... She finally miss a key, resulting in a wrong note. Someone in the public uses his taser to punish her, she shortly interrupts her play to recover from that sudden attack, and continues the tune, supressing her moans of pain. Another key missed. My neighbour throw her a stone, then another. I try to stop him, but I still can't move. She continues to play the Agnus Dei despite the rain of stones... The more she receives stones, the more she miss keys, resulting in a rebellion in the public. Someone use an bow to deadly hit her with arrows, another uses his gun, all uses theirs tasers, weapons, throwing everything on her.
Mise à mort. To put her to death. That's why they are here...
No! NOOOOOO!!! I try to move, to protect her, to cover her with my body, but it's like I'm in chains! The only thing which I'm able to do is to see her slowly falling to the keys. Is that her proudness, but she desesperately tries to finsih her tune. She's so close to. Final sheet, she successes. And collapses on the keys, bringing a surnatural howl in the cathedral. Her last song. I finally can move and run as fast as possible close to her. Her eyes are already empty of life, but she manages to say her last words. Je suis désolée... Pardonne moi... (I'm sorry... Forgive me...). I take her in my arms, trying anything in my power to heal the bounds. Useless. She passes away... The public, or those murderers, aren't here anymore. They disappeared when I was focused on Bothan's health. The only thing I could do now is to close her eyes... Farewell...
Wake up. That nightmare has an important meaning, I'm sure of it. Begin to think about it. It doesn't take me a long time before I figure it out...
Kitsune Bothan © Amiral Aesir
Lined the 3rd December 2007. Will be colored.
Category All / All
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 800 x 559px
File Size 91.3 kB
I sang this song in choir before and it's definately one of my favorites. I was actually able to sing it in my head as I was reading the description and this nightmare just felt so real to me, as if I was there in the cathedral. And you captured the emotion so beautifully in this drawing, it almost makes me want to cry with her. Beautiful job overall, you're so talented! ^-^
Ok, so the picture had a bit of a creepy feel to it with all of the people in the background, with all their faded faces. But the description of the dream, that's just down right disturbing.
As far as the piece goes, I can't seem to take my eyes away from the collar and neck piece that holds her top up. Not sure why. Other wise, her face is so full of pain and hurt, very well displayed.
Hope you figure out what that dream is all about to. Good luck.
As far as the piece goes, I can't seem to take my eyes away from the collar and neck piece that holds her top up. Not sure why. Other wise, her face is so full of pain and hurt, very well displayed.
Hope you figure out what that dream is all about to. Good luck.
Justement, je me suis attardé sur cette ùain, puisque je n'en étais pas satisfait. Jusqu'à ce que je trouve que j'avais loupé la jonction du pouce à la paume, bien trop en arrière... J'ai simplement gratté un peu le surplus de ligne pour obtenir cette main! ... Comme quoi...
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