Nest annotations, page 1 and 2
Another story started. This time, I'm adding in annotations as I go. Because I like annotations.
Yes, this story is pretty much about a couple groups of Osea, and the things that live with them. I thought about making the whole thing a wordless short.It would have been easy and worked well, I think, and I may use them for it later. But I tend to like stories that just muck about in the dirt and tangle of a world, so this happened, instead.
Page 1:
I toyed with putting a title in that long top panel, but decided against it. I like the look of it as a skyscape. Maybe I'll post up a page with a title-treatment later. What do you think?
That's supposed to be a net bag, by the way. Osea don't wear much in the way of clothes, because: fur, but they do use belts and bags and such to carry things. It's always good for little climbing creatures to have their hands free.
The climber in these two pages is Chren. It's said on a sharp exhalation, all one sound. Their language has a lot of sounds that happen at the front of the mouth. I am overthinking this.
Page 2:
Aaah! Bird attack!
It may interest some to know that this entire story did *not* occur solely because I hate seagulls. Still, I do hate and loathe the nasty flying rats, and would like to take this time to thank them for providing inspiration for this scene.
And height looks bigger when you're falling it. It's worth noting that Chren had probably climbed halfway down the cliff before getting mobbed. It didn't occur to him that he would get mobbed; Chren's bright, but not thoughtful.
Not happy about the splash. Needs something. Advice?
ETA: The ad bar in the comments page has focused on the word "nest", it seems. So I am advertising a bird's nest soup supplier.
I cannot state enough that I DO NOT endorse this product, or any other spit-based cuisine. Indeed, any cuising based on glandular secretions is to be approached with caution, and yes I include dairy in this, given how many people are lactose intolerant.
But especially bird spit nests.
Yes, this story is pretty much about a couple groups of Osea, and the things that live with them. I thought about making the whole thing a wordless short.It would have been easy and worked well, I think, and I may use them for it later. But I tend to like stories that just muck about in the dirt and tangle of a world, so this happened, instead.
Page 1:
I toyed with putting a title in that long top panel, but decided against it. I like the look of it as a skyscape. Maybe I'll post up a page with a title-treatment later. What do you think?
That's supposed to be a net bag, by the way. Osea don't wear much in the way of clothes, because: fur, but they do use belts and bags and such to carry things. It's always good for little climbing creatures to have their hands free.
The climber in these two pages is Chren. It's said on a sharp exhalation, all one sound. Their language has a lot of sounds that happen at the front of the mouth. I am overthinking this.
Page 2:
Aaah! Bird attack!
It may interest some to know that this entire story did *not* occur solely because I hate seagulls. Still, I do hate and loathe the nasty flying rats, and would like to take this time to thank them for providing inspiration for this scene.
And height looks bigger when you're falling it. It's worth noting that Chren had probably climbed halfway down the cliff before getting mobbed. It didn't occur to him that he would get mobbed; Chren's bright, but not thoughtful.
Not happy about the splash. Needs something. Advice?
ETA: The ad bar in the comments page has focused on the word "nest", it seems. So I am advertising a bird's nest soup supplier.
I cannot state enough that I DO NOT endorse this product, or any other spit-based cuisine. Indeed, any cuising based on glandular secretions is to be approached with caution, and yes I include dairy in this, given how many people are lactose intolerant.
But especially bird spit nests.