#hell beast

The Doctor is In

Cordelius T. Withermoors

I meant to make a friend for Monne but I ended up making a very irritated physician hellbeast. He uses lesser beasts as spare parts for higher ranking ones, his ability is to morph any bodypart into the same species as whoever he's using it on. He keeps a collection of "donors" in a side room of his practice. They're kept alive until there's pretty much nothing left for him to harvest.

Cordelius is NOT a nice person.

This is a fairly old piece called Petition. 2002, I think. I put the copyright notice onto it later, as I was starting to experience a rash of art theft during my early days on DeviantArt (back when an annoying watermark was sufficient to stop the humans...).

The inspiration for this one was weird - I was driving behind a car late on a rainy night. It had these especially intense red tail lights, and the reflection on the wet roadway made me think, "Those look like waterfalls of blood!" Yyyyyep.

This project was, therefore, an experiment to see if I could incorporate "waterfalls of blood" effectively with a dragon design I had already been noodling at the time. I had fun with the special effects. I used chunky old modeling paste to make the waterfalls and some of the texture in the lower quarter of the picture. Then I painted all but the dragon with black and red acrylics. I tried doing some highlighting with bone-colors, but it looked gross - like bloody cottage cheese or something. Not at all the effect I wanted. So I went back to entirely red and black, and that's what worked visually in the end.

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The night’s air was cool, yet it did not deter the young girl. She lay atop the beast, staring up at the stars. Her wide eyes scanned the sky, watching the twinkling lights with intent. She didn’t know why, but the night sky always had fascinated her. She ran her small hands through the beast’s thick fur as she pondered what to say. 

“Mr. Beast... do you like the stars?” She asks. The beast does not reply, as she expected. He never did but it did not stop her from conversing to him.

“I don’t know why, Mr. Beast, but whenever I look up there, I like to imagine my mother watching me. Helping me. Maybe she helps me with you?” She ponders. The beast lets a sigh out in reply, his tail thumping the ground lightly.

The girl props her self up using her hands as she aimlessly counts the many blinking lights.

“Do you think she is out there? Watching me? Maybe she is...” She says quietly. Her conversation ends on such a note as she continues her counting. The beast opens its ruby eyes. He always listened, knowing his master needed someone to listen. He huffed slightly. It was such a lovely night.