The Parliament of Mamas huddled closely together to speak; as they always did. Occasionally they would, each in turn, raise a head to peer at Loganoh.
The sun had set in the time Loganoh had been waiting. It was impossible for him to hear the Mamas’ whispers. The droning of the herd numbed his ears. It gave an oddly quiet quality to the evening here in the herd core.
The safest part of the herd was always the herd core and that is why the Parliament of Mamas always met there. In the herd core, you were certain to hear of a predator before seeing it. At the herd rim, you didn't see or hear the predator until it was too late.
Two Knoghts flanked Loganoh. He recognized them as members of the Roughnecks.
"What's going on?" asked Loganoh.
"You're standing before the Parliament of Mamas." said the Knoght.
"I know that, but why?"
"I don't know. I thought you did."
"They didn't tell me anything."
"Well, what did you do?"
"Do? Do what? My herdlet Mama just brought me here. She didn't say anything. I didn't do anything."
"Well, you must have done something."
"Why's that?" Loganoh sneared.
"Because you're standing before the Parliament of Mamas."
Loganoh started to worry. He longed to see a friendly face. "Hey. Do you know Washoh. He's from my herdlet. He's in the Roughnecks."
"Not anymore." replied the Knoght.
"What?"
"Washoh was eaten in that last fox attack." The Knoght noticed Loganoh's disappointment. "He was a good Knoght. Very brave. He was always the first to head off the predators. Very brave indeed."
His mind drifted back to the day Washoh was dubbed a Knoght. Strange. That was the day Cricetida, Washoh’s mother, cried so bitterly. It wasn't long after that when she disappeared and Miriao became his herdlet mama. No one knew what became of Cricetida, but she was probably dead. There were not too many other options. A missing lemming was a dead lemming. It was probably better this way. If Cricetida cried when Washoh became a Knoght, her heart would have broken to hear he was now dead.
Three of the mamas stepped out of the group and toward Loganoh. Miriao was one of them. Muroidea, who the oldest mama known, was the second. The third was a mama Loganoh did not know by name.
"The Parliament of Mamas will now render a verdict." announced Muroidea.
"Verdict?" yelped Loganoh.
"In the trial of Loganoh of Mirao's herdlet..."
"Trial?" He shouted.
"The accused will remain silent.”
"But I haven't said anything at all yet!"
"Nor will you. This is a trial not a debate!"
“But I haven’t done…”
“Knoghts! Bite him!”
Loganoh nearly jumped his height when his saw the Knoght on his left charge him. He evaded the Knoght’s teeth. The Knoght that stood at his right, however, bit him squarely in the haunches.
“Yaa!” Loganoh squealed. He cowered low to the ground. Two more Knoghts approached and surrounded him. They waited for Muroidea’s next command. Her face was locked on Loganoh, tempting him to make another sound. He would have continued to protest had he not looked at the third mama. She gave Loganoh soft eyes. She blinked slowly and tilted her head. There was something in her look that made Loganoh think that things would be all right.
“In the trial of Loganoh of Mirao's herdlet, the accused has been found guilty of Herd Crime.” stated Muroidea.
Herd Crime, thought Loganoh. He had never heard the word before in his entire life.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Metropolis - Chapter 11
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It's been a while...
I've got a new job, which means I have less time for everything.
My wife and I are expecting. And that means I'll have even less time for this.
But I enjoy this too much, so I'll probably just cut back on video games.
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It's been a while...
I've got a new job, which means I have less time for everything.
My wife and I are expecting. And that means I'll have even less time for this.
But I enjoy this too much, so I'll probably just cut back on video games.
Enjoy the latest exciting chapter!!!!!!!
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Metropolis - Chapter 10
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This is the first time I've had to draw Eg in a 3/4 profile.
I now realize I've made his nose too small.
...drawing is hard...
Learning, learning, learning all the time.
Enjoy.
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This is the first time I've had to draw Eg in a 3/4 profile.
I now realize I've made his nose too small.
...drawing is hard...
Learning, learning, learning all the time.
Enjoy.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Things to Come – Part 9 – Reecoh’s Roughnecks
This is a story of Loganoh’s youth… which, in actuality, was only a few months ago.
The entire herdlet had gathered. The Parliament of Mamas had come for a special ceremony. They were here to bestow the title of Knoght to one of Loganoh’s herdlet. Washoh was chosen to join a band of Knoghts known as Reecoh’s Roughnecks. To be dubbed a Knoght was an honour, especially since the Roughnecks were a band of some renown.
The Roughnecks needed a new member as Reecoh had fallen prey to an owl. Truth be told; the band wasn’t named after the recently departed Reecoh. He just happened to share the same name. Currently, the captain of the Roughnecks was a lemming named Xandroh. The name of the band never changed with the name of a new captain. That would be far too confusing as captains changed in almost perfect step with each predator that the herd encountered. Xandroh was famous because he once survived an attack on the herd by a young fox. It was a claim that very few lemmings could make, and not for very long.
The Knoghts had a tough job. They were the herd rim guard. They rushed toward the foxes and stouts while other lemmings ran away. They also kept the herd safe from itself. Whatever that meant… But being a Knoght did have its rewards. Knoghts received more food. Even in times when food was scarce, the Knoghts were always fed if not fed well.
To be a Knoght was source of pride not only for the lemming but for the herdlet that mothered him. Loganoh looked around. His herdmates were filled with joy and awe, except one. Cricetida, Washoh’s mother, was stifling despondent tears. Everyone congratulated her, in a rushed manner, on her son’s achievement and politely ignored the weeping. This was truly perplexing to Loganoh because Cricetida was a herdlet Mama, and therefore, with the Parliament of Mamas. Why was she crying, thought Loganoh, didn’t the Mamas choose to dub Washoh? Was anyone else questioning this? It did not seem so.
The ceremony ended in the usual manner. Washoh was given food to have his first meal as a Knoght. Loganoh’s stomach jumped at the sight of the food. He hadn’t yet eaten that day. It was a meager amount of food, but it was all for Washoh, and that didn’t seem fair. Especially considering that Washoh was still a very healthy weight. But that was probably why he was chosen to become a Knoght. All the Knoghts were the biggest of the lemmings, and usually bullies to boot. Loganoh’s mood soured.
“But what good does all that food do them?” Loganoh whispered to his mother. He was no longer able to contain his discontent. “How does being fat make them better Knoghts? It certainly doesn’t make them faster.”
His mother tried to hush him. He didn’t want to make a scene at the ceremony, but the situation seemed cruel. So many lemmings were going without, but not the Knoghts. Never the Knoghts!
“No.” he resisted. “How does fattening the rim guard serve to protect the rest of the herd?”
“Enough Loganoh!” His mother snapped at his ears. “How many times would you have been eaten if the Knoghts weren’t here to fend off the claws, beaks and teeth? The things you say! Did I raise you to be so rude? What if someone had heard you?” And with that she marched Loganoh away from the celebration.
Loganoh didn’t mind. He was in no mood to watch Washoh eat.
No one noticed Loganoh leave. No one noticed his outburst, except Cricetida. No one noticed that she had started to cry more bitterly.
The entire herdlet had gathered. The Parliament of Mamas had come for a special ceremony. They were here to bestow the title of Knoght to one of Loganoh’s herdlet. Washoh was chosen to join a band of Knoghts known as Reecoh’s Roughnecks. To be dubbed a Knoght was an honour, especially since the Roughnecks were a band of some renown.
The Roughnecks needed a new member as Reecoh had fallen prey to an owl. Truth be told; the band wasn’t named after the recently departed Reecoh. He just happened to share the same name. Currently, the captain of the Roughnecks was a lemming named Xandroh. The name of the band never changed with the name of a new captain. That would be far too confusing as captains changed in almost perfect step with each predator that the herd encountered. Xandroh was famous because he once survived an attack on the herd by a young fox. It was a claim that very few lemmings could make, and not for very long.
The Knoghts had a tough job. They were the herd rim guard. They rushed toward the foxes and stouts while other lemmings ran away. They also kept the herd safe from itself. Whatever that meant… But being a Knoght did have its rewards. Knoghts received more food. Even in times when food was scarce, the Knoghts were always fed if not fed well.
To be a Knoght was source of pride not only for the lemming but for the herdlet that mothered him. Loganoh looked around. His herdmates were filled with joy and awe, except one. Cricetida, Washoh’s mother, was stifling despondent tears. Everyone congratulated her, in a rushed manner, on her son’s achievement and politely ignored the weeping. This was truly perplexing to Loganoh because Cricetida was a herdlet Mama, and therefore, with the Parliament of Mamas. Why was she crying, thought Loganoh, didn’t the Mamas choose to dub Washoh? Was anyone else questioning this? It did not seem so.
The ceremony ended in the usual manner. Washoh was given food to have his first meal as a Knoght. Loganoh’s stomach jumped at the sight of the food. He hadn’t yet eaten that day. It was a meager amount of food, but it was all for Washoh, and that didn’t seem fair. Especially considering that Washoh was still a very healthy weight. But that was probably why he was chosen to become a Knoght. All the Knoghts were the biggest of the lemmings, and usually bullies to boot. Loganoh’s mood soured.
“But what good does all that food do them?” Loganoh whispered to his mother. He was no longer able to contain his discontent. “How does being fat make them better Knoghts? It certainly doesn’t make them faster.”
His mother tried to hush him. He didn’t want to make a scene at the ceremony, but the situation seemed cruel. So many lemmings were going without, but not the Knoghts. Never the Knoghts!
“No.” he resisted. “How does fattening the rim guard serve to protect the rest of the herd?”
“Enough Loganoh!” His mother snapped at his ears. “How many times would you have been eaten if the Knoghts weren’t here to fend off the claws, beaks and teeth? The things you say! Did I raise you to be so rude? What if someone had heard you?” And with that she marched Loganoh away from the celebration.
Loganoh didn’t mind. He was in no mood to watch Washoh eat.
No one noticed Loganoh leave. No one noticed his outburst, except Cricetida. No one noticed that she had started to cry more bitterly.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Metropolis - Chapter 09
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I meant to post this chapter much earlier.
This link may break as I had a problem during upload.
If it doesn't work, check again the next day and I should have it fixed.
In this chapter you get 2 (count them 2) 2-page spreads.
This is my first chapter using my new Wacom Bamboo.
It has made certain elements of production easier, but I've had to learn to draw all over again.
The characters didn't come out exactly the way I wanted them too... Except for Ge. He always seems to come out good.
I'll keep practicing.
PS: Every time I look at the Kangarocks, I smile.
Download and collect the
"FOLD YOUR OWN COMIC" version.
I meant to post this chapter much earlier.
This link may break as I had a problem during upload.
If it doesn't work, check again the next day and I should have it fixed.
In this chapter you get 2 (count them 2) 2-page spreads.
This is my first chapter using my new Wacom Bamboo.
It has made certain elements of production easier, but I've had to learn to draw all over again.
The characters didn't come out exactly the way I wanted them too... Except for Ge. He always seems to come out good.
I'll keep practicing.
PS: Every time I look at the Kangarocks, I smile.
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