Sometimes the call of the night is so strong, that Creaturina finds herself reverting to the nakedness that was her constant state for the first fifteen hundred years of her four thousand year life, and climbing to the highest battlements of her castle. There, she perches effortlessly till dawn, silently listening. Her heart aches to understand what it is she can hear coming from some point in space. She has been hearing this call, getting slowly stronger, for millennia. She does not know that what she can hear is her mother, the deranged planet Nightmare, calling her home.
I really like this—it’s a bit rough, but I like that about it. I can always spend several more hours making it slicker, but probably won’t. The background is from one of my recent lomo efforts. The idea of Nightmare calling to Creatuie has been part of the Creaturina plot progression for a long time, I’m finally getting round to making it real. Creatuie knows she’s not human, but has no idea just how spectacularly alien she really is.