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this is the complete Photostory of my vision....After hunt
What might have gone happened....???
which story conseals behind?
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write what do you think... its very interesting for an artist!!!
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the best shortstory written by : The tigress prowled through her forest. She was young and she was strong, and at the moment she was hungry. She slipped through trees like a ghost, not leaving a trace, searching for prey. It was dark, but she could see, not one sound escaped her notice. Finally she caught a promising scent and followed it. It led her far through her forest down to the streem where many small animals gathered to drink, tense and alert to dangers such as herself. The tigress crouched and surveyed the scene, choosing her target with care. The mammel was limping, an easy catch. She coiled her muscels and sprang, quick as a flash, an orange streek in the dark. The animals fled before her, disapperaring into the trees, but her target was slow and she caught it easily. The taste of blood in her mouth was sweet and satisfying. She dragged the body away from the stream and had just started to devour it when she heard a noise, soft even to her sharp ears. Her head jerked up and her eyes locked onto the ones of the tiger, watching her from above. She tensed and bared her teeth. This was wrong! Another tiger in her territory, another tiger wanting to claim her catch! She growled, an echo of the sound the other tiger had made. It happend fast, too fast for her, young and unexperienced as she was. The other tiger came at her and suddenly there was pain, hot and sharp it seemed to cleave her brain and she couldn't see, red clouded her gaze as she fled from her attacker who was to strong for her. She retreated far into her forest, licking her wounds, cleaning her fur, preparing for the next hunt.
Pretty cool story too! Written by :
Quietly stalking the antelope, the tiger watched as the creature lapped up water from the small pond. Ready to pounce, the tiger adjusted its self slightly. The tiger leapt out but instead of sinking its claws into the antelope, the tiger was struck by another paw. There stood a mighty tiger, larger than the other, standing over its own species. The eye of the tiger dripped crimson blood, and the strong-built feline could smell it as the scent lingered through the air. The injured one rose to its paws and lurched backwards, showing no threat. With a swift movement, the mighty tiger whipped the big cat in the face with it's tail and walked away. Wincing in pain, the tigress turned away to head back with no prey.
I love this poem! Postet by the song the eye of the tiger ^^
It's the
eye of the tiger
it's the thrill of the fight
rising up to the power of our rivals
and the
last one surviving stalks his prey in the night
and he watches us all in the eye
of the tiger
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the perfect way to tell this story was done through your photos
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Im not good at writing
"A Tigress are only as strong as she is weak...
Only as fast as she is slow...
A hunter of instinct, but not a murdrer...
A Tigress is the creature you admire and still fear..
Just as beutiful as shes dangerous...
But even the goddness of the jungle knows that feeling called love"
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sorry to burst your bubble, but that's not an original poem, it's a well-known song
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i love tigers so this one by far is my favorite from all the others
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I see it
I watch it fly
I hear noises and the humans make me cry..
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I Absolutely LOVE your YouTube tutorials, you should totally do more! These are brilliant! How'd you get the red inside your eye? :3
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it's great! i would like also do something like that, someday
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would've been better if the first and second eyes had the same colour =_=
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Water-colour to the eye sounds like it would hurt... but the end result is great!
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Aahhh maaaann... Why'd you have to go and poke her eye like that? That prob hurts.
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It was so much fun writing a story of what your art made me think of!
I hope you like it <3
The Hunt [link]
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This make-up was so beautiful. 
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I'm not gonna lie, when ever I take a glimpse at this picture, I think it looks like Hollow Ichigo
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Looks great but...
Ouch! Also looks very painful! What did you use for the blood in her eyes?
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oh and i didnt read the story before commenting, its was a random comment lol
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poor tiger got his eye kicked in by the kouprey, lol
looks really good!
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This is beautiful! Also, my story ;D
The silence in the forest was wrong. There was always noise; the sounds of insects and birds, the whisper of wind through the trees, the gurgle of water in a creek. But now there was nothing. The young tigress lowered herself to her stomach. It was her first hunt without her mother to help her, and she knew, on some primal level, that the silence was because of herself. The animals feared her. They knew that there was a hunter in their midst. She crept slowly across the forest floor, eyes alert, ears laid flat against her skull, lips twitching anxiously over her long teeth.
The smell was wrong, too. Civilization. Men and smoke. But a herd of cattle was on the edge of the forest, and she watched them, the dull creatures. They could not sense the predator when everything else did. A boy herded them, walking in their midst, looking comically small. He lagged behind, back turned to the forest, whistling some catchy tune--the tigress lunged. Her claws found flesh and clothing, and they ripped, while her teeth latched onto his throat. He struggled for a moment, kicking, but his high-pitched scream sounded. Her eyes widened, rolled in her head, searched the land around her. The cattle had scattered, but now there was a man. He held something in his gland, glimmering, bright. A knife. It lashed out at her eye, and the tigress yowled, releasing her catch. She retreated to the forest, while the man cried for his son, yelling, "Man eater!"
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The tigress prowled through the forest. She had caught the smells of what seemed like the first prey in ages. She trailed the fresh scent until she stumbled upon a large creature. The tigress cautiously sneaked up on the mysterious beast. She didn't dare attack it, for it was much larger than her, but instead smelled it. She could smell the faint scent of whatever she was tracking but it seemed as if she would have to continue on searching. As she began to quietly slip away, the scent began to fill her nose once again. She turned around to see the prey she had been desperately trying to find. What she saw was a troop of large monkeys heading towards her position. She crouched down, ready to attack one. She waited for one of them to separate from the rest of it's troop. After a small amount of time one of them went over to her position. Now was her chance! The tigress leapt out of the grass which concealed her and swiftly moved towards her chosen prey. Unfortunately a blood curdling scream from the odd monkey alerted it's companions and the rushed over. She didn't care to turn around as her hunt was almost in reach. Suddenly a sharp pain entered her leg and she turned around to see one of the monkeys holding an odd stick. She growled and began running towards the one who had hurt her leg. A small item that looked like a nut of some sort flew towards her and flew into her eye. A crimson liquid flowed out her her eye like a river. She yelped in pain, prompting her to begin running off as she was clearly outmatched. As she fled the scene several of the nuts were flying beside her, some shredding her flesh. When she finally got to a safe spot she proceeded to start licking her wounds. Even though her stomach rumbled and the stench of the troop was beckoning her to return to her possible grave she decided that she had enough excitement for the day. The tigress started falling asleep hoping that the next day would be more merciful than today had been.
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The tigress flew through the forest, her eyes wild with fear. Why had I come onto his territory? She thought as she pelted through the thick, canopy of trees. But she knew why, she had been desperate for food, all the bigger prey had migrated out of her territory. All that was really left were a few scrawny, elder antelope, close to their passing time. A plump, young antelope had been a few heartbeats out of her part of the forest, and her paws had ached to pursue after it. But, a mighty blow had sent her scampering as fast as she could back into her territory, crimson blood that glittered like the stars above dripping from her eye. A more territorial male was bounding swiftly through the dark, cold forest,with only one target, the young female. He was eager to taste tiger blood, to smell the stench of death rise from her body, and to feel victory for killing a trespasser and winning more land. As the lithe tigress ran, she felt something claw at her flank. Startled, she toppled over, landing winded on her back. she lay there limp, the only indicator that she was still alive was the faint rise and fall of her chest. The bloodthirsty male seized his chance, and dashed for the throat. The female rolled to her side as the male's face crashed to the ground, and rolled back onto his head. She got up, the male was unconscious, but still alive. As she dragged him by the scruff in the pinkish light of dawn, she stuck it to her brain to never pass into another tiger's territory. Oh, and did I mention she helped herself to a few plump antelope while he was unconscious?
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Orange fur sparkled in the pale moons light, a quiet trickle of the gleaming stream broke the silence. Padding along quietly in the tranquil forest, the queen of the hunt stalked through the trees, silently wandering in her kingdom. She hadn't had a mere morsel to savor in many a day, and she was weak, the tigress knew she must hunt soon, or she would become a bag of orange, white, and black fur and bones.
Then she heard a snap not too far from her location. Ears pricking towards the sound, she placed her paws in front of her and moved towards the cracking. Moving twenty paces closer to the noise, she set her sparkling green eyes on a young antelope male, lean muscle rippling under his smooth hide, not noticing the huntress gazing at him while he was taking a drink from the stream. Creeping slowly to her future next meal, her mouth watering thinking about sinking her fangs into the lean flavorful meat, she slid her claws out of her paws. She was so close, she could smell the reek of the antelope buck's sweat.
But then a twig snapped under her weight.
Snarling at her clumsy footwork, she sprinted towards her prey, and leaped at it's flank. Bucking like the wild animal he was, he struck the tigress in her eye, making her blinded on one side, blood dripping into it. Roaring in agony and anger, she slashed at the antelopes jugular, killing it instantly. But the Queen of the Hunt was in no mood for tender juicy flesh. Feeling defeated, she lay down next to her fresh kill, and closed her eyes, a droplet of blood rolling down her bruised cheek.
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Really cool make-up!! Must have taken ages! I wish i could do stuff like this!
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You are AMAZING!!! Is the red eye special effects or some kind of special makeup? It's so cool!
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i'm digging your sectoral heterochromia. it certainly accentuates your amazing eye-makeup skills!
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