Sav27o4 [schaveliy]

Hi, I'm Sav27o4, an aspiring digital artist and author! I dream of creating my own comic about fairies and right now I'm at the stage of describing the main plot, drawing the characters, and also practicing drawing better so that the comic is more attractive.

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30 minute sketch of a cute girl.

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Tale of the Great North.

The Great North is one of the youngest states of the All-Earth. It was formed as a result of the great struggle of one fervent heart.

Several hundred years ago, Alaas North, tired of persecution, decided to flee his native lands, but before leaving he swore that anyone who once pointed a finger at him with disdain would hear his name and he was right. North chose the only satellite for his life, which was left unexplored and followers without after the Soul Slaughter. People fled with their families to new places, and every continent, sea, and satellite gained its own community, every one but him. He remained the only loneliness of the new age, storms and blizzards raged on Him, His animals fought constantly in fury for survival, plants sprouted through the snow that immediately died. For travelers He was not welcome, His snow slashed hands and faces, the wind knocked the air from they chest, the blizzard howled in his ears, making him deaf, and the snowdrifts slowly took him into a world of eternal darkness. But one frozen soul seemed to like it.

The North breathed with the father-wind, sang with the mother-blizzard, drank the melted snow, and then He took pity. In a dream He said to the North: “I recognize the strength of your will and give you two months.” So He created Summer. The flowers bloomed, the streams rang, and the animals were grateful. The North tamed the wolf, then the deer, then the falcon, then brought humans. They were ready to bow before Him and before the North. They said, “You are our king.” Then the North put on his crown and told the people to build walls. However, they were not in time for the arrival of the frost, He was no longer willing to make concessions. The people were dying. Then the North ordered his people to dig in the snow until they could see the ground, and to dig in the ground until their hands felt warm. With the help of hides and trees, the people learned to make dugouts and began to live. In the worst frosts people sang the songs of the blizzard, breathed with the wind and thanked the snow.

It gave them another summer.

A century later, the North was gone, but his people continued to live according to new customs. His unbreakable will created indestructible walls, his heart warmed hundreds of others. And He took the name of the Great North with honor, and his people began to be considered His own, for their strength he gives them warmth, and for their sins frost.

Thus came those whose blood never grows cold, those who are accustomed to be strong, those who know the price of freedom. He and the North brought up invincible people - the strongest warriors, talented blacksmiths, the smartest strategists. The North became the main supplier of hardened cold weapons to the satellites, with whom they had developed really warm relations. The strategies of the Northmen were envied by the royal guards of the oldest continents. In competitions, the blue-haired warriors silently took the victories.

A Great blacksmith.

Great warrior.

Great North.

Sweet Sucrose🐾🌱