#arborn

More Arborn doodles!

So another idea about these druidic plant aliens is that they’d be able to adapt overtime to their environment, with help from their magics and natural shape changing abilities.  The “swampy was just a doodle to get the ideas going.  Same with the “subterranean”

I should say real quick that the Arborn “muscles” are made up of hundreds of tightly coiled vines that connect the different hardened, wood like segments.  These coiled vines allow for flexibility, and when required can stretch out to great lengths. Arborn “hair” is leaves or leaf like structures that are used to collect solar light for photosynthesis.

With Rocky I was thinking they’d need to be sturdy, so their bodies are mainly hard wooden segments on the outside, with thick bundles of their coiled vines inside. The outer segments being covered by horns or spines for protection. Their leaves are smaller, and more like bushes.

Jungles Arborn would need to be more flexible for climbing, so their bodies are mostly thick bundles of coiled vines, with few hard wood segments needed for gripping or structure.  Leafy vines grow along their backs.

For aquatic I was thinking for them they’d be the main head, and kelp-y vines flowing behind for propulsion and solar energy collection. Sort of like tadpole meets jellyfish.

So, an idea for space travel was to use something like solar sails, that they use to travel on streams or waves of energy that flow through the galaxy.  Only larger ships would be able to handle the flow, so smaller personal ships or ferries would be used to travel from the larger ships or planets to other planets within a system.

First couple of alien ideas I had for my scifi/fantasy galaxy thing.  Just ideas, not sure what other races would be on their planets, or what their planets would be like anyway.

I had the idea for the cyclops-like creatures a long time ago.  I call them meusi.  They were originally just random characters I made for tune toons (Swing is the male, Star is the female).  They are a very artistic species, leaning towards music and other performing arts. 

Knowing never would have passed enough time, it had been certainly enough, too much to stand it. He had travelled a bit, researched, trained (or tried to, resulting in those huge scars across his face), got in touch with Agatha again, and even dared talking to new people in his research. That, as well, wasn’t enough, but it was something, right?

Yet he still hadn’t forgotten what he promised.

He had left his cape in Eterna. He brought the chains, of course, hanging from his beltloop. But the cape was a completely different matter. Every small sign of pride, anything good had to stay behind this time.

He would go to Viridian first, of course. He wasn’t ready, but he would never be.

      “Ah―”

He would have gone even if he didn’t find her, of course... He could go alone. Yet again...

      “Huh... Yellow? What happened?”

Lance: ...HUMANS-

Chuchu: [shocks him from the sky]