PERSIANS AND MEDES, detail of the processional frieze on the east side of the terrace of the apadana palace, Persepolis, Iran
The reliefs decorating the walls of the terrace and staircases leading up to the Persepolis apadana included depictions of representatives of 23 nations bringing tribute to the Persian king. Every emissary wears a characteristic costume and carries a typical regional gift for the conqueror. The section of the procession reproduced here represents Persian nobles (in pleated skirts) and Medes wearing their distinctive round caps, knee-length tunics, and trousers. Traces of color prove the reliefs were painted, and the original effect surely was more striking than it is today.
The forms are more rounded, and the project more from the background than previous Assyrian reliefs. Some of the details, notably the treatment of drapery folds, echo forms characteristic of Archaic Greek sculpture, and Greek influence seems to be one of many ingredients of Achaemenid style. Persian art testifies to the active exchange of ideas and artists among all the civilizations of the Mediterranean, Mesopotamia, and Persia at this date.
You may be able to tell that the weather has been warming up.
[Image description: one full-body photo of a young woman (me) with very, very short brown hair. I am wearing a crop top that is made out of fabric that looks like a tapestry–it’s mostly brown, with pink flowers. The crop top has a hood, which isn’t showing. I have on a knee-length, high-waisted orange pleated skirt. I am barefoot. I’m wearing five necklaces–in order of shortest to longest, they are: a black choker that looks like a lacy ribbon; an orange pumpkin pendant on a bronze chain; a bar of black stone on a silver chain; a round pendant with the Millennium Falcon on it, strung on a silver chain; and a small pendant that looks like a silver human ribcage on a silver chain. I also have on dangly bronze earrings, a lot of orange eyeshadow, and orange lip tint under gold lipstick. As always, I’m wearing my round, silver glasses.]
It had been over 200 years since the monsters where retraped underground alot of monsters had died during that time, little did they know a couple undead human mistaken for monsters had been locked away with them through the years they both rotted away to skeletons but stayed out in snowdin field in a little house no one reclaimed
Demona The first was 5'8" and wore a hooded black cloak with a bandana over her nasal cavity tiny red dots glowed in her sockets
Monique The other stood 5’ and wore a dark blue shirt with a lighting design and a black knee length pleated skirt bright yellow glowed in her sockets
Demona had just felt like her energy was back when she got up disturbing Monique’s lute playing they exchanged words in a strange language for a few moments before Monique went down do there basement where they stored things, it was all various sizes of jars filled with dust she grabbed a decent sized one with no rhyme or reason bringing it back to demona, Monique poured it all onto the floor in a little pile while demona shifted through a small bag taking out a metal sphere containing soul like power her objective was to revive a monster normal monsters she could revive just fine soul and all but just in case this was a boss monster she would need that orb to sustain the monster
She used her magic infusing the dust with magic she looked at it as she worked this was a skeleton monster not seeing his soul reform she grabbed the orb putting it in his ribcage as it solidified around it monsters where harder to revive than humans it took a lot of magic but as soon as he woke up he sat up confused he didn’t remember dieing
Demona interrupted him fast telling him to hold still and be quite a magic forced papyrus still and forced him silent he was becoming frantic but what could he do but stare Demona pointed out the orb in his ribcage
Demona: as it stands this is your soul now dont lose it or you could die its important to protect
she got up and got a long black robe for him to wear
Before telling him to go home and live life like nothing here happened she told him not to speak of this to anyone before shooing him out the door the same magic from early forced him to walk he couldn’t feel the colf he wasn’t tired but not fully awake eth but no matter he was going home it confused him to be back underground he went to snowdin back to his and sans old home the magic letting go he wanted nothing to do with thoughts skeleton ladies, right now he wanted sans he dug around in the snow pulling out a key and going in he turned on the lights and went upstairs to get out of the robe and back into something normal maybe his dating clothing that might make him feel a little better