It was so big. So overwhelming.
Vast expanses of land and sea, filled with my own creatures.. Mine.
The ones I had often drawn or thought about; Every character that I had ever made frolicked in these New Lands- Yes, that's what it was to be called.
For now, anyways, I thought. As I took out my colored pencils and scribbled out a messy sketch, the middle of the paper was suddenly torn clean off.
Peeping through the gap I saw a lockness monster type serpent in the river, it's serpentine body making curls as it swam, the top of each clearly visible in the moonlight.
It's cold, blood-red eyes glinted dangerously, but I knew it wasn't after me.
Instead, it snatched a crane in a death-trap, made of millions and millions of small, but jagged teeth.
I noticed it didn't crunch it in half or anything, but ducked it's head underwater.
There, I thought proudly. It can still be a predator without polluting the water with it's kill! What a smart little thing!
Of course sea snakes were not even the very point of this iceberg (metaphor, obviously), and so I dropped the paper in haste and scrambled off toward the hills, where the deer and gazelle galloped playfully in the valleys behind.
The New Lands, a place of imagination and wonder, suspense and only dreamy realism...
Vast expanses of land and sea, filled with my own creatures.. Mine.
The ones I had often drawn or thought about; Every character that I had ever made frolicked in these New Lands- Yes, that's what it was to be called.
For now, anyways, I thought. As I took out my colored pencils and scribbled out a messy sketch, the middle of the paper was suddenly torn clean off.
Peeping through the gap I saw a lockness monster type serpent in the river, it's serpentine body making curls as it swam, the top of each clearly visible in the moonlight.
It's cold, blood-red eyes glinted dangerously, but I knew it wasn't after me.
Instead, it snatched a crane in a death-trap, made of millions and millions of small, but jagged teeth.
I noticed it didn't crunch it in half or anything, but ducked it's head underwater.
There, I thought proudly. It can still be a predator without polluting the water with it's kill! What a smart little thing!
Of course sea snakes were not even the very point of this iceberg (metaphor, obviously), and so I dropped the paper in haste and scrambled off toward the hills, where the deer and gazelle galloped playfully in the valleys behind.
The New Lands, a place of imagination and wonder, suspense and only dreamy realism...
-From the journal of Joypaw, found in the Valley of Pillars on a small podium. Little remains eligible, mostly just the first few pages. There is also a sketch on this page, rather messy, just as said in the journal. You can picture the creature's massive head in the hole, glinting blood-red eyes staring hungrily at you..
