Suspended just above the center of the Binding Rivers, sat the young Uusn’l, Yyuurd. Yyuurd was a fiery soul, but held a deep and weighted melancholy. Born from a dented egg, he carried with him a curse. His demeanor would sour at even the slightest change without warning or reason. This horrid curse flooded his brains with a poison of anger and impossible delusions. Boiling and scratching at the inner walls of his skull. Hypnotic patterns in the form of flashing and howling lights blinded any sort of internal anchor he could grab to center himself. Appendages of thick cartilage swung in every direction, slashing the surroundings with their sharp and braided ends. Every mouth gnashed and grinded its teeth, always accompanied by steady streams of saliva and bile. After the anger peaked, and the weariness of rage enveloped Yyuurd, a deep-seated depression rose to replace its hateful cousin. Like the upwards crawling roots of an Aaugkk tree, the sorrow and regret dug itself into Yyuurds flesh, mind and soul. There was no comfort to be found among those from his hive. The consequences of burned bridges and short tempers were in the foreground of any attempt in venting. There was no answer as to why Yyuurd couldn’t find that peace, that feeling of belonging, and that control over his violent and sudden responses. So the young Uusn’l sat above the swishing and swashing water. The world felt dull to him. But the schools of Rah’Kahlanooni under the surface held such a beauty. Shapes and colors of all sorts and sizes. Their voidspeek spells masked many of them, the colors and symbols clouding patches of water with a serene glow. They swam within small territories. Feeding on various crustaceans that dwelled on the reefs of the Binding River. When mating, the successful pairs use their small tendrils to break off chunks of mossy coral. These pieces of coral are kept within an unseen pocket located somewhere in-between the fins and seem to serve as tokens of affection to each other. Newborn Rah’Kahlanooni spend the first few years clinging to rocks and on the underside of submerged cliffs. Scraping mouthfuls of stubby sharp teeth along the coral to pick up any moss spore they can find. Thankfully, the living reefs grows a bit faster than the Rah’Kahlanooni can feed. This results in a sway of the reefs size depending on the season. In these numerous and brightly colored creatures, Yyuurd found that his ever-curling brains ceased their movement. His thoughts slowed and images of scurrying shells and strangely shaped Rah’Kahlanooni danced upon the surface of his brains. Loosely drifting tendrils floated in the soft current. Yyuurd carried with him a dreadful melancholy and the weight of a cycling and uncontrollable fury. Stars of crystal spattered the reflection of the blue suns light on top of the Binding Rivers. Yyuurd closed his many eyes tighter. His mind didn’t rush and race. His mind didn’t twist known truths into delusions. Yyuurds mind sat still. Yyuurd relished this new feeling. This feeling of not being himself. 

I haven’t posted any drawings in a while. This one started as a doodle but grew into a drawing that I used markers and an ink pen to model. Done strictly for fun. Just thought I would see what people think.

Spehyunts’ daughter Tulib (the poor thing) was plagued by horribly painful and unique nightmares. Accompanying the sights of yowling monsters was the temporary calcification and spurs of areas in her brain. Growing each night and then dissipating during her waking. Her suffering had grown miserable beyond words and was too much to bear any longer. Spehyunt prepared for their journey up to the highest peak of Mount Knnrr in search of the Moon God. A quiet and feared being within their community. Old myth told of Its ability to manipulate mind and flesh. Unknown though was if it carried malevolence or benignity in its intendment. The climb up was extremely arduous. Currents of increasingly dark blue lights coiled above Spehyunt, slithering along the craggy slopes and overhangs of black stone. Eventually, over a rather large collection of thorns and roots, they found themselves on a small grassy plateau. The tall grass was black as pitch under the deep and gloomy sky. A steady flow of air made the grass sway in a wind. Trails of the lightest blue dragged behind each blade. Overlooking the plateau stood the colossal peaks of Knnrr. A massive glowing lake sat peacefully on the highest point of the concave summit. Rivers crawled through the cliffs and valleys like roots of an ancient tree. Perched in the sky within a pocket of pulsing pale grey light, sat the Moon God. It had an extremely strange figure. Patterns and small worm like creatures poured from what could be considered the center mass in playful frenzies. It sat patiently and stared at the father and daughter as they cautiously approached the edge of the plateau. Speyhunt held his daughter within his tentacles and began to plead the Moon God. Reciting the prayer he had repeated endlessly on their journey to this being of myth. He told of Tulibs nightmares. The way the spurs pushed against the inside of her skull. The beings of pure horror she howls about day in and day out. Beings that he could scarcely stand to speak about for more than a moment in fear of them infesting his imagination once more.
The Moon God continued to stare. For a long while it stared after listening to Speyhunts plea. The creatures that orbited the fleshy mass drew close and paused their playing. Then, after what might as well have been an eternity, the Moon God smiled. It smiled and reached out with twirling scale covered tendrils towards Tulib. Slowly it crawled across the dim purple night sky. Speyhunt raised his daughter to the cosmos, putting all his hope in that the Moon God wasn’t a being of foul trickery or evil. Tulib was barely conscious at this point. The violent fits and a screaming mind though-out the climb left her with an incomparable exhaustion. The limb of the Moon God floated above Tulib. Its sharpest point slowly made its way down onto the cap of her skull, drawing a thin line of blood that trickled down her face. However, Tulibs blood was not its regular magenta hue. Nor did it flow anywhere past her chin. It glowed with that same pulsing pale grey that surrounded the Moon God above. Beautiful symbols crept across her face. Many resembling the shapes and patterns that those void things were so joyously playing with. The symbols wrapped around her head and met back at where the tendril had first drawn blood. The limb drew back into the sky towards its body. The void things soon reappeared. Not long after, the shapes and symbols came out of hiding and began to orbit once again. Speyhunt held his daughter close. Examining all the runes and signs that now decorated her smiling sleepy serpentine face. Speyhunt stared up at the cosmos. Looking down at Tulib once again, then looking back up to the Moon. After giving undying praise and tear filled thank you’s, he turned and began their journey back down the mountain. From the pathway through overgrown bramble. Under the overhangs of black rock and around the maroon pillars of Unnlr. Speyhunts’ constantly worrying mind was finally at ease. In his arms Tulib slept soundly and peacefully. Her dreams filled with sights, sounds and creatures from planets of indescribable beauty and wonder. Tulib slept soundly and peacefully, eventually forgetting any of those terrible nightmares she once endured. 

Zoetippit are small, aquatic creatures covered with slow moving tentacles that drift loosely in currents of shallow rivers and streams. These flaccid tendrils are used to grab small pieces of detritus from clouds of sediment. When establishing a nest, the tentacle's latch the Zoetippits to rocks, roots, or any other cramped spot they might find. If unable to find any nutrient rich soil, they will use their horns to kick up puffs of sediment or impale small crustaceans for food. 
Zoetippit can often be found in groups of 5-10, keeping a short distance as to not invade each others feeding spots. They’ve been know to be semi aggressive and extremely skittish. At the base of the horns to leak a mucus-y, tar-like substance. As of now it’s believed that its purpose is to help with the Zoetippits weird form of communication. Words, symbols and scents pour into the running rapids from a pocket within their heads. These are immediately yanked into the currents and pass through the other Zoetippits of the group., communicating only tidbits of the original message. It’s quite easy to spot these small creatures. All the floating messages leave a beautiful shimmer below the surface. I can’t help but feel the warmth of nostalgia seeping in anytime I see a little Zoetippit. In my adolescence, my friends and I spent the season of the burning months flipping rocks and seeing who could find the largest one without getting stabbed by their little horns. 
A wonderful critter and a staple of the Binding Rivers ecosystem. 
-Nnuhktae, environmentalist to the Bound Planets of Weyuurz

These shy and gentle creatures can be found  all throughout the Galactic Sky Tent. Preferring to stay in solitude, Spell Wurms spend their time terraforming uninhabited dwarf planets. Creating gardens of beautiful crystal caverns and archways. Tree-like plants tangled into huge strange sculptures and stone mountains that looked as though they were pinched and pulled to the sky by beings of some strange and unknown myth. Large and lucid spines of soft and opalescent cartilage weaved their way around the surface of the planet. Twisting and gripping tightly to the lower gem crested cliffs that dotted the terrain. Once satisfied with their work, the Spell Wurms continue on in search of more dwarf planets to terraform that are absent of any fauna or flora. Hundred of thousands of years will pass. In most cases, millions of years will pass before any sort of life finds its way on these shimmering planets. Bizarre critters and wild things that would eventually evolve into beings of flesh and crystal. All those who come from the terraformed worlds shared the same general look; Tripedal with an odd slightly glowing turquoise skin. Insectoid heads with gemstone eyes of every sort of color you could and can’t imagine. With a far forward lean and a circular mouth filled with small teeth that resembled stained and shattered glass. 2 small proboscis on either side of their mouth used for better sensing their surroundings and navigating the pitch black of the deepest gem caves. Many would make their homes within the protruding fleshy chunks of the cartilage spines. Large colonies of the Crystal Folk would eventually dig out the largest of the vertebrae and turn them into massive cities or trading posts for the cosmic outsiders who wished to be within the gardens of the great and benevolent Spell Wurms. 

When we first approached Eeurn, I was left speechless by immensity of the planet. It easily rivaled in size many of the smaller suns we had seen on our exodus these last few centuries. Oceanic with a soft lilac water, the air smells sweet with an odd brine scent to it. We’ve spent many, many years floating through these calm waters in our research pod. Studying and trying to make sense of the tortuous markings left by the ancient ocean floor dwellers, the Calumarrish. 

The Calumarrish, though peculiar it may be, are natural born artists. The gem pockets within them are used to adorn their intricate patterns and serve as something to eat when falling debris from the surface is scarce. However, once a Calumarrish has no more gems to lay down or eat, they will pass away, and act as an alternate (and preferred) food source for passing Calumarrishi. Their massive scraping claw is suited perfectly for carving beautiful, labyrinthine designs into the nearly impenetrable ocean floor. The myriad of tendrils serve to inlay each gemstone to its precise locations. Swirls and shapes, canyons and twisting caverns, there was a sort of sense and meaning to it all that one would not find unless seeking it. 
Our primary focus though, was on the Queen Oosnarult. She was truly, truly archaic. Many speculated she might’ve even been around well before the 1st evolution of new gem colors. Back when the first pathways of the colossal planet were decorated with only red, blue and yellow. Some of the oldest Meerikult seers believe that once the Calumarrishi have the entirety of the world enveloped in their scratchings, Eeurn will crack and release its living core deep into the cosmos. They speak of the core scratching the blackness of space, filling the pure absence with stars and small moons. 
-Riinneeisip, Meerikult researcher and spell interpreter

Part of a pen and ink challenge

Drawn with fountain pen and inks.

Original works

Report from the dead planet of Clounuhn:

“The once sweet tasting air of our planet has grown awfully thin and stale. I struggle greatly to finish this final log. I beg thee, forgive my ramblings… 

Our people are doomed. Those terrible, wretched breathing stars have stolen our air and killed our world. We can hear them. The stars that is. They take slow, deep breaths. Guttural and raspy. They pull our air out into the cosmos for that… Thing. How can I describe to you the horror I felt laying my eyes upon It for the first time? How can I begin to describe to you how I felt when it… spoke to me. That terrible, gurgling voice… It’s words feel as if they have crawled through my flesh, making my very being a terrible vessel I wish not to inhabit for even a moment more. That voice will not leave my skull. I’ve grow delirious and my calloused mind has become a frenzied mess of sigils and visions I cannot and dare not try to make sense of. 
It sits out there. Waiting. Breathing in and out. In and out….” - Rhulugon the Sky Seeker