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This is my new favorite story. Thank you both. :]
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The Geisha's heart barely beat. The silence inside her chest felt heavy, choking. Then a single thought came; it fluttered through her soul timidly, like a wounded bird: "I should have disposed of that beehive in a safe and environmentally-friendly manner." She collapsed to the ground, staining her porcelain hands with blood and ash. "O improper bee safety... what has it wrought."
Seriously, though, this is very pretty in its minimal-ness.
Next . . . the beehive falls, breaking open on the ground of the castle wall. Bzzzzz!! Hundreds of now angry bees immediately rise up in shock and use their symbiotic bee communication signals to form into one huge killer collective-counsciousness hornet bee amalgamation. Now you might think it time for the man depicted above to take action against this foe, in order to defend his fine lady. But no, the warrior geisha is actually rescuing him in this image, and thusly she, with lightning-geisha-hot-tea-serving-speed, busts out a sweet pair of twin katanabanana blades, some of the finest cutlery in Mongolia (at the time anwyay. Blacksmithing tech advances soon saw the advent of things like tri-metalurgical alloyified godzillatanium and the strengthening benefits of lava-curing techniques). Minutes passed with no clear advantage had by either combatant - the amazonian geisha VS the bee golumn. But soon with her shurikens exhasuted and her hair now in a mess, the unrelenting demon-bee-abomination was beginning to gain ground. Chang Wa, until now huddled beneath the protection of a castle wall archer's protrusion, knew he had to act. How would the bards remember him? Geisha slashing furiously, the bee trying to land insect claw blows between strikes was heavily distracted, and he knew it. he clutched his vest, verifying the powder bombs he stole from the explosery during the escape. Still there. Quickly! He shoved the large gourds, both packed full of black boomboom powder, into his belt, tightened it, and then with a single swift motion struck sparking the flints igniting the short fuses. Chkkk! Phizzzzzsssssss!!! HE ROARED LOUDER THAN THE MOST UNHOLY EAR-SHATTERING BANSHEE SCREAM OOOOOOTTAAAAAAKKKKKAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!! Leaping like a cat at the impossibly fierce monster he met with perfect precision impacting it's crawling teaming abdomen BuuuuDOOOOOSSSHHHHH!!!!!!! GABLOOOSSSHSHHH!! BLAMMMOOOOOOGABAAARRRRSSH!!!!! Unrecognizable charred fragments of bee and man rained down from the midnight sky, the heavy smoke wafted away in the breeze, swirling and snaking outward almost beautifully. And there stood the geisha, unable to budge. Red silk garb covered in black soot. Frozen in place. Unharmed, but certainly shaken.
. . .
. . .
A tear.
. . .
Then the words, so soft, almost unaudible, whispered through her lips . . . "You promised . . . "
@skamocore: Slightly confused about what you mean, but I brought the top of the wall down a tad. could you perhaps send me a pm or comment again? Your input is much appreciated.
@tanuki: That is precisely correct, they are supposed to be mountains. I hadn't noticed that stray star, thanks for catching it.
@ZeroSum: Are you talking about the shooting stars? Yeah, I need to study how they look a bit more. Thanks.
Looks nice, I don't care for those double pixel stars though.
I like the long black area at the bottom, it greatly strengthens the composition here.The whole scene looks very cool. I'm kind of wondering if the darker portions of the sky are steep mountains? That's how I'm seeing them, but there seems to be one star on top of the right one.
A nice little scene, but maybe extend the canvas a bit further down?
It's a Promise
The Geisha came out with just enough money to pay for the punctual delivery boy
"Always under thirty minutes mam, my promise!"
"CURSE YOU DELIVERY BOY!"