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Though the place was long-empty, it still called to him.

Sometimes it happened on the highway, while turning onto a different road or coming off an exit ramp. Sometimes it happened during a dive, just as he breached the surface. Sometimes Corona was with him. Usually, he was alone.

Whatever the situation, there would be the familiar subtle shift, and Umbra would find himself there.

And so it did, and he did.

The building was, for the most part, just as he remembered it... although in a certain, sad state of disrepair. The little drones that had cleaned and repaired the place and maintained the grounds had long ago powered down, never to cycle on again, leaving it to slowly deteriorate. The fixtures were tarnished and dirty, the windows filthy, some broken, bits of debris lay scattered on the floor, and a thick film of dust covered everything...

But the fireplace still stood, soot still streaking the back of the chimney. And the couches were still where he remembered them, albeit growing more tattered by the year. Some of the tables had collapsed, laying on their sides on the floor, but the bar itself stubbornly remained standing.

Umbra's audials twitched and flattened back as he quietly, almost reverently, crept through the dusty darkness, peering about.

He could still pinpoint the table he'd hidden under when he'd first came there, alone and anxious and afraid. Where Penny and June and Donovan had first ventured close and eventually coaxed him out of his borderline-hostile state with their humor and friendliness. And there was the spot by the fireplace that he'd eventually claimed as his own, and had scuffled over with Perforate at least once.

And then there'd been Eleanor. Eleanor, who'd been so sweet and kind... She'd had a child, hadn't she? He often wondered where they were, and how they were faring...

Overhead was the skylight, and the rafters - now thick with cobwebs - where the flyers had perched - Traipse and Warbird and Coldfront, and the little mute female whose name he didn't recall ever learning, and others whose names he couldn't recall at all...

The bar stool Barricade had favored.

The table Stress Proof could always, always be found at, when he wasn't in his medbay or out offroading.

Chiro's seat. Blackjack's seat. Redback's and Morpho's and Quidam's and Delta's, and, and, and...

So many. So many he'd been so familiar with once, even close to... but whose names were vanishing from his data banks at an alarming rate. Had they forgotten him, too? Would this place eventually forget him as well?

Umbra vented a soft sigh as he passed through the main room, past the doors to the pool room - with its massive pool still filled with solvent - and into the back hallway.
He passed the medbay, with its berths and tables all still in place. Stress' cup was still on his desk, even... He'd never had the nerve to move it, even though he knew nothing would come of it. The building was never any less empty during his visits, after all. If anyone else did visit the place, they never left any trace of it.

He passed quietly through the corridor beyond the medbay, past the rows of doors that opened into long-empty bunks that had once been home to riotous activity. The stillness in those rooms now was oppressive as he checked them all out of habit.

All that greeted him was silence.

Finally, he reached the end of the hallway and came to the wide doors - now half off their hinges - that led out to the invitingly large back patio, and the vast, overgrown garden.

Overhead, the moon hung bright and full, casting a silvery light over the crumbling brick and concrete as he paced along the broad pathways, listening to the breeze whisper wordlessly through grass and leaves. He could hear frogs singing by the pond, insects chirping and buzzing, the strident, nasally "Here! Here!" of an unseen nighthawk... Truly, the garden was the only part of the entire place that was still alive.

And when he had finished his meanderings there, Umbra returned to the old doors and the silent darkness, retracing his steps back to the front room, where he leapt to the rafters and climbed out onto the roof. There, he took up his favored spot above the entrance and settled down, perching  as still as a statue in the moonlight. From that vantage point, he would wait, and watch for arrivals that he knew would never come, and at sunrise he would take his leave again, until the old place called him back once more.
Acts of Remembrance

My Umbra muse has been... exceptionally lonely and exceptionally active lately. So I present this here with no context given… Suffice to say, it’s related to an old (and long-defunct) TF movie!verse RP forum/chat I used to frequent.

The only characters mentioned in this that I own, are Umbra, Cor, and “the mute little female” flyer. Everyone else belongs to other people - Tanaigre, Tortured-Transmetal, Rumdiculous, canadiankazz, Raditz-Wyvern, soulfire003, and... fuck, people whose names I don't recall, much less know if they're on DA.

Will probably shuffle this off to Scraps later, since it's really just a bit of muse-rambling...
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That raving fucking lunatic was the worst thing that ever happened to me.

Even my ex and his gross sociopathic boyfriend (former friend of mine) didn't do as much damage as she did.
  • Mood: Miserable
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools, singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

-Sara Teasdale
  • Mood: Remorse
So a couple of my friends are even shorter on cash right now than I am (and I'm down to my last $20 right now.) Part of their problem is that the boyfriend's car is almost out of gas, and if he can't drive, he can't work, which obviously presents its own set of problems. (And she can't work because of seizures.)

They're also out of basic food items like milk, eggs, etc.

While I can't exactly pay off all their expenses, I figure I can at least put some gas in the car and some food in their fridge until he gets paid again.

So I'm tossing out some $10 sketch slots - up to five.

You know the drill, folks! Comment to claim!
  • Mood: Peaceful
Quill - WIP by o-WingedPanther-o
Quill - WIP
Stiiiiiiill relearning how to draw turians. Still can't draw them from the front, either >.>

Oh well. Going to try to ink and color this with my new Wacom tablet next <3




Turians belong to Bioware
Quill and this artwork belong to me~
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That raving fucking lunatic was the worst thing that ever happened to me.

Even my ex and his gross sociopathic boyfriend (former friend of mine) didn't do as much damage as she did.
  • Mood: Miserable

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Pantheris
Artist | Professional | Traditional Art
United States
Current Residence: Illinois
Favourite genre of music: Opera/Power metal, club, techno, trance, industrial
Operating System: Windows 8
MP3 player of choice: Eclipse
Shell of choice: Armor plated XD
Favourite cartoon character: TURREHANS
Personal Quote: "You know me - I like to savor that last shot before popping the heat sink..."
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Tanaigre Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2015
Thank you for the DevWatch!
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2ndMercWithAMouth Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2014  Student Filmographer
Hi :D
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A-M-A-P Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2014  Professional Digital Artist
May I kindly ask if you may give me your thoughts on my newest piece ? I Am Hate
I'd really appreciate it if you would! And also, I've sent you a Llama, Fav'd some of your works and I became a watcher! :D
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2ndMercWithAMouth Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2014  Student Filmographer
Hi :D
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royal-tarts Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Female Turians.... YOU ARE THE BEST!! :hug:
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G-man2014 Featured By Owner Jun 28, 2014
thanks a million for the fave :)
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RoluevasVasReisa Featured By Owner May 8, 2014  Professional General Artist
Hey i realize its been a long time and you've been having some issues but i hope May has been wiping away those issues and helping everything get all better ^^
i hope you have a wonderful birthday today and i hope today goes wonderful for you =)
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SirStormwarden Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2013
It's been a while. How are you doing as of late?
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o-WingedPanther-o Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2013  Professional Traditional Artist
Okay bordering on terrible most days... ><

More "terrible" than "okay" lately, though.
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SirStormwarden Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2013
I see ><
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