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Another old image done for the weekly activities over at Conceptart.org. While the painting could be better, I still love the little story I wrote for it back then, though:

"The only hint at the origin of this predator is a myth told among the Nibuuru Nomads:

Long time ago the daughter of a tribe chief had a serious wound infection from a dingo's bite on her hand. The chief ordered the tribal shaman to heal her. The shaman, doing the best he could, managed to heal her with his herbs and potions. But the infection had already done serious damage, so in order to heal her he had to amputate parts of her hand.

When the chiefsman heard about this, he raged because a crippled tribal daugther was not worth enough to be married anymore. He punished the shaman for not healing her in time by letting all of the shamans fingers being cut off and buried somewhere in the dusty bushland earth, so he could not find and perhaps heal them with his magic.

The shaman, full of anger due to this injustice and his crippling, spoke a silent curse.

The next full moon, from the buried fingers grew bony creatures crawling out of the earth. Ever since then, the Bushland Stalkers are following the Nibuuru Tribes to feed upon anybody leaving the camp at night alone.

This is how the mothers explain their children the unsettling screams in the dark outbacks up to this day..."

Description
Another old image done for the weekly activities over at Conceptart.org. While the painting could be better, I still love the little story I wrote for it back then, though:

"The only hint at the origin of this predator is a myth told among the Nibuuru Nomads:

Long time ago the daughter of a tribe chief had a serious wound infection from a dingo's bite on her hand. The chief ordered the tribal shaman to heal her. The shaman, doing the best he could, managed to heal her with his herbs and potions. But the infection had already done serious damage, so in order to heal her he had to amputate parts of her hand.

When the chiefsman heard about this, he raged because a crippled tribal daugther was not worth enough to be married anymore. He punished the shaman for not healing her in time by letting all of the shamans fingers being cut off and buried somewhere in the dusty bushland earth, so he could not find and perhaps heal them with his magic.

The shaman, full of anger due to this injustice and his crippling, spoke a silent curse.

The next full moon, from the buried fingers grew bony creatures crawling out of the earth. Ever since then, the Bushland Stalkers are following the Nibuuru Tribes to feed upon anybody leaving the camp at night alone.

This is how the mothers explain their children the unsettling screams in the dark outbacks up to this day..."