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Underlight Calendar

Post by Uthanatos »

Ladies and Gentlemen,

I proudly present to you the calendar for the coming year. All subjects were chosen and portrayed without their approval!

January: Jiovanni
Sandy stone covers this entire scene except for the crest of the Union of the Covenant, partially obscured by a man. He stands proudly with an easy confidence, his uniform crisp, creased and tucked, gig line impeccable. His dirty blonde hair is drawn back and up into spikes, each perfectly formed and spaced. His golden eyes are both unnerving and captivating. The entire picture is just slightly out of focus except the locket he wears, with the inscription "Kaihan"

February: Hael Frost
Behind a burm of snow stands a young lady with bright cherry red eyes, set in determination. Her seraphim wings flared out and her right arm drawn back, her hand holding a snowball. Rose gold hair swirls around her caught up in the wind and mixed with the snow. A red sweaterdress stitched with a swirling black design across her breasts fits snug to her body and thigh high boots leave glimpses of her pale skin between.

March: Elmer
This scene depicts a vibrant garden. A man stands amidst the plants turning the soil, his five o'clock shadow accenting his masculinity. Even as he works, his trousers are immaculately pressed and creased. A similarly pristine shirt hangs on a nearby fencepost. The sheen of sweat on his bare chest attests to the efforts of his labours and tattoos can be glimpsed on his right forearm and left hand, though the angle makes them impossible to decipher.

April: Shae
In the midst of a sunshower is a diminutive woman, dancing wildly with her arms thrown in the air. The oval emerald attached to a band on her right arm reflects the sunlight through the rain, creating a field of green light emanating from her. The light creates a shadow over her form, deeper shadows hinting at femanine curves and it is impossible to tell if she is wearing actual clothing or not.

May: Arlyana Jax Shaw
A veritable forest of mushrooms grows here, thick with small flowers and berry bushes. Above them all is the lithe form of a woman held aloft by butterfly wings. The air around her shimmers in prismatic colours, reflected off her goggles. She wears a sharp looking shirt snug, yet crisp with gems for buttons and a flowing skirt adorned with patterned gemstones, which is caught in the wind to show a hint of thigh as it flutters in the breeze of her wings.

June: Clyntahn
The background of a ship's deck sets the scene for this drawing. A man in his early 20's with cropped black hair has one foot planted against a rope around the mast, and one hand holding to the jib arm as he shields his eyes, looking outward. His loose white shirt hangs open, displaying his abs and athletic chest proudly, blown back by the wind to nearly obscure the blue vest he wears. The angle at which he holds himself causes his navy blue trousers to tighten creating a nearly obscene bulge.

July: Arnaya
The scene shows the Mineral Springs in Harrow Glades. An athletic woman in her early twenties stands in the midst of the water beneath the falls. Her red hair cascades down her back in a long braid and her tan skin is partially visible through the soaked, thin white fabric of the sundress she wears, which is barely long enough for the sake of modesty. Her head is thrown back and her back arched as the water cascades over her, tastefully obscuring what the wet fabric shows through.

August: Jones Shaw
A green meadow stretches as far as the eye can see. Centered here is a chestnut mare, with a man sitting easily and confidently in the saddle. Even seated his height is apparent, stirrups hanging to the horse's knees. A straw cowboy hat casts a shadow over his upper face, further accenting his cheerful smile. The sun glinting off his chest and arms, shows the definition of strength gained through work. Upon his hip is a shining golden lasso, pristine in contrast to his dusty boots and faded pants.

September: Flower of Cienn
Amid a forest clearing stands what at first glance appears to be a nymph. She is stunningly beautiful, her long golden flowing down behind her. Her wide hips and full breasts obscured by a translucent spidersilk gown adorned with strategically placed summer flowers and slit up the sides to reveal her thigh stepping towards you beckoningly.

October: Magnum-425
Amidst a frost covered clearing stands a man of average height, perhaps in his early 30's. He wears a silverish grey suit with a red shirt, the top few buttons open. The cold tones of the background are contrasted by the swirling embers surrounding him in a cyclone, creating streams of orange light. His features are all but obscured by the heat waves from the cyclone.

November: Clarity
A cozy hearth crackles with a blazing fire in this stone room. The furniture is simple wooden construction. A petite woman stands next to the hearth, her eyes, one indigo, one blood red are fixed on the door and her expression expectant. Her shoulder length sandy hair is trapped beneath a fur blanket, she clutches around her. Glimpses of bare flesh on her stomach and thigh can be seen where the blanket fails to overlap.

December: Tember
In a darkened snow covered forest stands a woman with hair black as night, adorned with jewels and beads. Her bare legs show taught muscles as peak out from beneath the white bear fur wrapped around her like a cloak. She holds herself in a low stance with a dagger in one hand, the other open and held out towards the darkness. A closer look shows dozens of yellow dots just beyond the light.
“Sometimes it isn't easy to be sane, smart, and responsible. Sometimes it sucks. Sucks wang. Camel wang. But that doesn't turn wrong into right or stupid into smart.”
― Jim Butcher, Cold Days
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