узрел у
Soul of Black Raven подборку артов с ками-лисиками
дюже понравились
залез на тумбу автора
Wratкогда с самого начала - такая чудесная ненаписанная история
будто несуществующий фотоальбом листаешь
или ненаписанный дневник
Соль такой охотничек
а Лунь ленивка, созерцатель и немного выпивоха
чудесные лисики
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автор оказываетс из
финляндии бугога из австралии, и лисики у него очень кросскультурные
в Туонелу вот ходили
чудеснейший культурный и ландшафтный кросс
хочется три тыщи историй
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ну вот, лисики за год-полтора обросли бэкграундом, и автор теперь частенько иллюстрирует очередной арт небольшой историей.
как я поняла Соль и Лунь выросли на горе Хорай, всегда вместе и однажды отправились в путешествие в поисках Короля-Дракона. В ходе своего путешествия на Запад забрели в Туонелу - загробный мир финнов, пожили и там какое-то время. Соль охотился, Лунь бродил и созерцал. Словно и не уходили с Хорай)))
обязательно буду следить за путешествием ками-лисиков дальше
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Servant of the Sun
Fragments of the Moon
I’ve been mulling over the magic-fox themed artwork I have been creating lately, and I feel that though it started off as a bit of playful messing about they have been straying by degrees from the original source of inspiration(all roads stemming from Basara). I am not even sure if they are really Basara-inspired anymore. So I’m moving these guys here and developing them as my own, now with more freedom and all my gross feeheeheelingsss. Thanks for putting up with me, I hope you will enjoy more of Sol and Lune in the future. 
Rain in the East hill
tall trees
Hydrangea Hill
Sol 3 Lune 0
подозреваю, что счет в игре
The fox who drank up the moon.
Ten thousand darkened nights had passed, when at long last, the moon rose.
You forgave me then, and came home.
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Sol is not exactly dragon-y, but happy Chinese New Year nonetheless! (maybe he is catching eels..)
You’ve been busy."
"Well it has been a while.
the hunter
In the deep, dark, wood
Wisteria
"It is not true that there is no winter in Horai…"
Stars below
Black bamboo grove
Fall leaves in the shallows.
Moonshine Lake…
Hazy glade.
Reborn one, twice; thrice again…
So tired, but you know when you go past that sleepy time window then you just can’t go to sleep anymore
Sunspots
Parts of Horai are so distant and so old that even the Dragon King himself has not heard of them.
Sky meets water.
The edge of existence.
Wild Things of Horai
Dream state
Tuonela
Preparations
"You don’t have to come you know."
"I’m coming only to make sure you return."
terrestrial like rocks and trees
Something sweet, something sinister.
The pools and high winds give the Whistling Grove it’s namesake
The light of Tuonela
Lune’Tao & Sol’Tao reluctantly take on the names given to them by the Horains in their journey to see the Dragon King.
"Tao" means ‘fox’ in the celestial language, so to the Horains and all their funny ways this is quite the perfect thing to do. (They congratulated themselves a lot afterwards)
A bit of foxlight in exchange for safe passage through the Blue Forest.
Tall Trees of Tuonela
Naked Oak
Shimmer
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A written instruction at the door: “LET FALL ONE ARTICLE"
”Oh alright. But let me fold it first.”
A modest offering, gladly accepted.
Fog on the West Hill
Tundra
Sol’s cloak of light & rain
"When false is taken for true,
True then becomes false-"
~A Dream of Red Mansions
There is only one Horai.
Lake of glass, sentinel unchanging.
Solfox, Sunfox
New Moon Rising in Horai
The kami are not all benevolent. Few spare, most devour their own kind.
"My dearest friend," begged the ailing Moon; "I know not what this endeavour will bring about. Surely reconsider."
But the fox was determined to take her to see the Dragon King.
"I will take you in disguise. You will be masked by me."
With that the fox took her into him, and drank every last drop of shimmering Moonshine.
The Wild Forest
The suffocatingly everlasting Green
The Rainbow Serpent, her wanderlust never satisfied, undulates through the vapourous fringes of the kingdom of Horai. Her back serves as the bridge to the Palace of the Dragon King, and if her fellow Kami are lucky enough her whims may just take them right to the King’s doorstep.
The Kami’s solution.
Fox Cubs Fishing for Carp
Sol’s Falls.
I shall await at Hydrangea Hill.
I would like to tell you a little story. This is a tale of Lune’s fiddle and how it came to be.
His friend, the Serpent White, lay dying. Of a broken heart, no less, which was how Lune found her.
"Come now you silly thing! However did this come about?"
The serpent did not reply.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" Lune asked again, gentler this time.
"Out in the northern edge of your forest, where it is darkest and densest.. the oldest tree has fallen. I know you used to say you wouldn’t touch it for a new fiddle while the wood yet lives, also for want of a skin good enough to match it. I feel now the time has come that you can have both."
The fox, alarmed, vehemently refused.
"It would make me happiest if you do this. Lune’Tao, I don’t want to be reborn anymore. You’ve kept me immortalised here in your forest long enough, you selfish creature."
And this is how the white serpent got her wish to stay by his side at last.
How the taste of velvet tempts!
Home
Roseate Cloud Blossoms; foxes’ delight.
Mischief
Should he will it, time itself can cease in Sol’s domain. Leaves can be suspended in mid-air, birds stilled in mid-flight. With ease these can be plucked from the air just like fruit from a tree.
Only much later did Sol come to regret teaching Lune this skill.
Moonshine Lake is Full of Eels
Lune makes certain to set aside time enough to brew his special Moonshine before Sol pays him the occasional visit. Although, sometimes, the eels migrate a little too early and fill up the lake waters before it can be collected, lending the brew a peculiar sort of flavour which Sol still cannot pinpoint the cause of…
Cloud Chasing
Lune’s Secret
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Wrat наконеци нарисовала King of Dragon, которого Соль и Лунь пошли искать
чувак рогат)) правда не так дивно как олень красные рога
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такой фапный мужчино
и левый, т.е. не братик
и совершенно свободный раз с соловьем разговариает
а соль и лунь все гуляют по красотам Хорай
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26.07.2013 в 21:11Это такая прелесть - без конца пересматриваю)
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27.07.2013 в 05:16безмятежность