Hallie Elizabeth

“She lived in dappled shadows
in-between light and colors, like some impressionist painting

she could hear voices in the dark
she was disturbed; bathed in hideous dye she failed to see
an invisible, fetid, chemical equivalent to gold and sun

she was a dreamer who was weighted down by the cumbersome walk of an undertaker

dissecting and authoring her life with fictions that were parallel to the realities her mind could not accept

but when she was asleep, all living things bloomed openly under her eyes
her world was delicate, endless, and unchartable
when asleep, she would never suffocate in her sadness.”

shooting stars burn away [weissenschnee]

Massive trees ringed the clearing, casting dappled shadows on the peace party. A light breeze stirred the grass, carrying the sweet soaps and perfumes the Schnee family favored. Even in the open air it made her nose sting. They didn’t belong here, Brindle thought savagely. Surely they could have gone back to their ancestral lands, and left this valley for her family? It was hard won even before it was soaked in blood.

“I can’t believe the war is over.” Mari whispered when they heard the news, tears brimming over in her eyes. “It doesn’t feel real.”

For Brindle it wasn’t. The war was going to follow her home, eat the same food, sleep in the same bed. The rat’s ears swiveled, following the forging of water rights and borders with little interest. She spent her anger when this alliance was first suggested, and now she found herself dull and tired. Her attention wandered with no conviction to hold it in place. 

On the other side of the great fallen log that served as a table was the Schee head, Beinern - a pale-haired woman whose every gesture was razor-sharp with control. At her right was her eldest daughter, Winter Schnee. Brindle felt the glower more than saw it, but didn’t falter under her gaze. There was a reason the other girl had only one eye for glaring…

The big tiger faunus at Brindle’s left let out a rumbling laugh, jerking her back to reality. Thankfuly he caught the ear flicked in his direction, though she hoped the humans would not notice the subtle question. A heavy hand rested on her shoulder. “This is our heir, Lord Schnee. I’m only an old soldier.”

He said that as if they hadn’t cowered in the same holes when the Schnee summons flooded the field.

“Where’s the other half of this pair of lovebirds?” Sick anxiety coiled in her gut. She was going to kill him later.

Gray Wing

Gray Wing: In the DOTC ark, Gray Wing is living amongst the Tribe Of Rushing Water, hunting with his brother Clear Sky. Within “Thunder Rising”, Gray Wing notices the scent of fire, and worriedly rushes in fear of his brother along with his camp mates. After saving 3 cats ( Moon Shadow, Dappled Pelt and Cloud Spots) it’s decided it’s too dangerous to continue and despite Gray Wing wanting so badly to continue looking for his brother out’ve fear of him dying slowly in the fires, he agrees to live upon Thunders request, which requires him to jump over a wall of fire.

Upon jumping over the wall of fire, there’s a large amount of smoke and Gray Wing is found coughing heavily, but says he is fine. It has been confirmed that the smoke caused permanent damage to him in “The Ultimate Guide”

*It is also worth mention that Gray Wing throughout the books has felt heartbroken multiple time over his kits as Sparrow Fur and Thunder have both made remarks/made actions that made Gray Wing feel him raising them from kits meant nothing. This is added onto after he leaves the clan and no cat calls for him and feels no cat really needs him. I feel this has led to development of depression. However this is unofficial and merely speculation I felt worth mention.

Notable events: 

The fire started by Two Legs in Thunder Rising.

A shadow emerged from the dark of the wood. It stood in front of Royce. Tall, it was, and gaunt and hard as old bones, with flesh pale   as milk. Its armor seemed to change color as it moved; here it was white as new-fallen snow, there black as shadow, everywhere dappled with the deep grey-green of the trees. The patterns ran like moonlight on water with every step it took.
—  George RR Martin, A Game of Thrones
You’ll Learn | Write

“Why do they need to be sharp?” The boy asked, still running the pad of his thumb across his newly sharpened teeth. They didn’t hurt. It felt normal, like they were supposed to be this way instead of flat and dull.

They may disarm you, my child, but they will never fully do so.”

Cocking his head to the side, he pulled his fingers away from his mouth. “What’s that mean?”

“One day, you will see.”

For a while he sat in silence, looking down at the dappled sunny and shadowed ground. Moss grew more in this area, and the rock he perched upon had a comfortable, cool padding of the green plant. He liked it here, where things were quiet, and yet so very loud with the bustling lives of the birds and the critters who wandered throughout the pines.

“When will mother be back?” Cyrus asked suddenly, notching his chin on his knees and closing his eyes.

“We cannot know that, child. It is out of our hands.”

“Then what are we supposed to do?”

“We watch, at first. Then, we act.”

The boy’s nose screwed up with confusion. “What?”

“We defend what we think is correct, child. It will come with time.”

The boy sighed and flopped back carefully against the rock, staring up through the branches of the trees. “I don’t understand. What do we do?”

He never really got an answer to that one.

I’ve been feeling stuck for a couple of weeks...

I’ve been feeling stuck for a couple of weeks now as I can’t figure out how to bring an aspect from my landscapes in to the studio for my still life, or for portraits whether I am in the studio or not. Being the time of year that it is, the weather is quite unpredictable and so getting the landscape you want in the light you want is proving to be difficult.

I decided to walk around Norwich as I can no longer afford to keep driving round the county in the hopes of finding what I want. I’d noticed a lot of shadows and dappled light around the city, and think that this might be a way to bring an aspect of light in to my still life and portraits. I walked around the city and snapped some examples to try and inspire myself.

This way I can shoot more enclosed landscapes compared to the wide open field and beach I have previously photographed. This in turn opens up more opportunities for me within the city as there are lots of nooks like this around a medieval city such as Norwich that should be perfect for this idea.

20/20 by M.C. St. John

“For the first time, genuine emotion washed over Carlisle’s face: mostly unease.”

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“As the old adage goes, Mr. Grunwald, the eyes are the windows into the soul.” Leonard Grunwald considered the man across the expansive desk from him. The desk’s felt top was the color and size of a putting green—dappled shadows fell across it from the window. The name plate read Cerrick Carlisle, and his speech had just enough of an Irish lilt to prove it. “At Minuet Acres,” Carlisle said, “we…

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A few short films of shadows and dappled light.

A video posted by Zac (@zaczm) on Dec 1, 2015 at 4:37am PST

Here I’ve captured the movement of the leaves and the sounds of the surrounding street. 

A video posted by Zac (@zaczm) on Dec 4, 2015 at 4:22am PST

These walking legs look quite abstract, at first the look wavelike until you can get in to the rhythm of walking.

A video posted by Zac (@zaczm) on Dec 4, 2015 at 4:21am PST

Here I captured a person walking along, I was interested by how the low sun elongated the limbs to strange proportions. 

A video posted by Zac (@zaczm) on Oct 20, 2015 at 7:23am PDT

Here I was inspired by some of the Instagram posts I had screen grabbed for reference, having the object that is casing the shadow somewhat in the frame. 

samspuppyface asked:

I associate you with crystals with the sun shining through them and when it's snowing and you can look out the window and see the tiny individual crystals and it's so fascinating and beautiful. Also the wind blowing through the trees and you can hear the leaves rustling and the sun is shining through them and making dappled shadows on the ground. Also the feeling you get when you stay up late talking to someone but it's totally worth it because it was such a good conversation

I love this so much