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Pages III: Tikbalang
Pages III: Tikbalang by ~underwoodwriter on deviantART
Half unfinished or half done.
Revision in the future seen.
Bored.
Yehey.
Another clutter to add to my collection.
The Tikbalang.
( a little background might not be amiss, so here goes, borrowed from Wikipedia)
Tikbalang (also written Tigbalang, Tigbalan, or Tikbalan) is a creature of Philippine folklore said to lurk in the mountains and forests of the Philippines. It is generally described as a tall, bony humanoid creature with disproportionately long limbs, to the point that its knees reach above its head when it squats down. It has the head and sometimes feet of an animal, most commonly a horse. It is sometimes believed to be a transformation of an aborted fetus which has been sent to earth from limbo.
Pages II
Pages II by ~underwoodwriter on deviantART
A sketch? Bored. Bored. Bored. Somewhat related to the Misbits script I'm working on. I guess.
Pages I
Underwood said:
After several months of hiatus I still have not created something worthwhile. Bleh.
Random scribblings with pen and inks. Lackluster deviation.
Check here what he have been so busy for Months.
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After several months of hiatus I still have not created something worthwhile. Bleh.
Random scribblings with pen and inks. Lackluster deviation.
Check here what he have been so busy for Months.
Click Here
The Misbits 1
The Misbits 1 by ~underwoodwriter on deviantART
A project with hanime87, which I am currently writing the story. Shown are Grisabella, Montgomery and Wal.
The Moon's a Harsh Mistress
The Moon's a Harsh Mistress by ~underwoodwriter on deviantART
See her how she flies
Golden sails across the sky
Close enough to touch
But careful if you try
Though she looks as warm as gold
The moon's a harsh mistress
The moon can be so cold
Once the sun did shine
Lord, it felt so fine
The moon a phantom rose
Through the mountains and the pines
And then the darkness fell
And the moon's a harsh mistress
It's so hard to love her well
I fell out of her eyes
I fell out of her heart
I fell down on my face
Yes, I did, and I -- I tripped and I missed my star
God, I fell and I fell alone, I fell alone
And the moon's a harsh mistress
And the sky is made of stone
The moon's a harsh mistress
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