The storm did not break. For five days, its winds howled over Mount Cithaeron, with no signs of abating. Zagreus, Callisto, and Iphios remained huddled in Callisto’s den, sheltered by the warm underbelly of the earth, as the snow piled higher and higher outside. The weather prevented them from hunting or straying far from the cave, and all they had in the way of provisions was snowmelt, bark, and some pork jerky Callisto had stashed away.
The storm did not break. For five days, its winds howled over Mount Cithaeron, with no signs of abating. Zagreus, Callisto, and Iphios remained huddled in Callisto’s den, sheltered by the warm underbelly of the earth, as the snow piled higher and higher outside. The weather prevented them from hunting or straying far from the cave, and all they had in the way of provisions was snowmelt, bark, and some pork jerky Callisto had stashed away.
The storm did not break. For five days, its winds howled over Mount Cithaeron, with no signs of abating. Zagreus, Callisto, and Iphios remained huddled in Callisto’s den, sheltered by the warm underbelly of the earth, as the snow piled higher and higher outside. The weather prevented them from hunting or straying far from the cave, and all they had in the way of provisions was snowmelt, bark, and some pork jerky Callisto had stashed away.
It is so fuckin chef’s kiss when a character quite obviously Fucks Up and makes a Bad Choice but specifically in a way where you’re like. Man idk what I would’ve done in this situation either.
do you think the obsession with ‘style consistency’ in online art communities is mostly caused by this idea that your art style needs to be easily marketable & recognizable as a brand (especially when you’re working as a freelancer). i see the /least/ amount of progress in my art whenever i try to aim for style consistency. i don’t know exactly where i’m going with this but i think there’s some sort of connection between trying to monetize/market your art & limiting your growth as an artist. and i think it’s very sad.
i love when people who are unfamiliar with greyhounds get to meet them for the first time, because it always goes one of two ways: they either immediately recognize them as Dogs But Long and go “oh! a big dog!” and start patting them and slapping their thighs, or they stand warily aside like they’re not sure if this is actually a dog, or Something In Disguise that they shouldn’t touch
