>Ayyy! Mariel here, with another DTAE for y'all, I hope you enjoy! <3 >Thumbnail coming soon ;w; >I had a really hard time choosing because so many of these appealed to me qwq- ultimately I settled on the following two though >Egyptian Sunset >Pink Marshes >I also really like Shadow Stream and Cherry Blossom, (and really the rest of them, it was really hard to figure out who do draw! </3<3) >I still may enter for more, who knows! Maybe >Now for the actual entries ^^' >Egyptian Sunset entry >Mau >Silent spirit of sand and fire, who watches over the Egyptian people and their cats >Young and lithe in appearance >Larger than even the largest of housecats- her height at the shoulder is approx. 23.4 inches (59.436 cm) >Very long tail and long legs >Lives in the afterlife now- only stayed in the world as long as the world had Egyptian beliefs >Not a god, but a spirit in relation to the gods >Chaotic good >In a nutshell: silent, very big, no longer living in the real world, not a god but a spirit >Narrative below >Pink Marshes entry >Baye >Very old but young in appearance (mortal) >Serene but often snappy >Nobody knows why she has water instead of a tail or head floof but she does >Night owl/mostly nocturnal, is usually only seen at night >Never stays in one place for more than a week, is always on the move >Doesn't mind rain or other forms of water >Lawful neutral >No nutshell needed >Narrative below >Art >#1: Original Egyptian Sunset piece >#2: Shaded lightly backgrounded halfbody >#3: Wip piece >#4: Original Pink Marshes piece >#5: Redesign >#6: Lightly shaded bordered headshot bust thing >Credits Art: Designs: Music - Falcon Chase by Jay Vincent & Michael Kramer
>Narratives (WIP) >Mau yawned, her tongue loling out in the cool morning air. Her sandy colors often blended with the stone and dust of the building around her; even the reds of her paws would, during the most colorful of sunsets. She stretched and sat up, her fur almost translucent as the sunlight struck the sky more fully. The day seemed promising, the townspeople down below were busy already, baskets being woven, oxen being led to the nearest construction site, water being drawn. All as should be on such a calm morning. "Ah, I hope this will help the clay harden better," or "Now, I shall finally have a good payday!" seemed to be sung from every mind; each person was hard at work. The small breezes of the sunrise already seemed to be getting weaker, reminding Mau that she herself had much to do. As she padded through the crumbling hall of pillars, she took time to breathe the incensed fires every now and then, their flames tinged with white. All the spirits and gods of Egypt would be heading to their work now, just after the sunrise. For everybody knows that even Sekhmet, the Mistress of Destruction and gracious master of Mau, waits for Ra to usher the sun in, before heading to work. She paused in the doorway, looking out into the sandy valley, wondering. There was Horus, just landing on a nearby palm, Thoth nearby, jotting down his notes, getting ready to descend into the judgment place for the weighing of the hearts. Bes waddled nearby, heading directly into town, his thoughts following his next tasks. "Ah, such is the life of a god, fight and protect, grow and destroy. Such is my lot as to get a better portion; but I pity those who fall under the thrall of the painful parts of the balance...." Not all were here, of course, the gods were spread all over Egypt. Bastet, Horus, Isis, Osiris, Anubis, Sekhmet, Sobek, Hapy... very few were here, now. They traveled about as they saw fit, and Mau was thinking it was well nigh time that she went back to her Master. There were few spirits like her, they were often of little use, but they had found reason to give her life. She knew one was nearby, however, a little bird spirit of rain, perhaps she would stop and chat, always be most interesting. She padded down the sloping stairs, the steep marble steps almost cracking beneath her. Earrings tinkling, she cautiously hid in the shadows, walking onward to her next destination, starting sandy brown dust-devils along the way. >Baye's paws were wet again. She always looked to be drenched, but it never seemed to bother her. She was treading through a field of low grasses, and there were a few wildflowers here and there; dandelions and clovers mixed in with them all. It was a pretty field, with a wall of bushes growing on one side. It contrasted strongly with the feline-looking creature as she strode onward, making the scene even more beautiful.
