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Okay, to break the SILENCE, I am going to post, my rouph draft of :

The Journey of the Panda

part 3 Panda and washer woman
(when your done reading it you can tear it LIMB FROM LIMB and rip out all the infestations that are growing and molded into it!!)

Waking up, Panda turned to the water, and looked at the fish.  Bobbling its head, the fish saw him move, and because of fear, ducked down into the deeper sections of the pond.
    Turning his eyes onto the bamboo, the panda knew that he had everything he needed.  The top of the mountain that he resided contained bamboo, water, and a place to sleep and dream.  Nothing could be more meaningful.  The whole mountain was his, and noone else could have it.
    Echoing drips from a distant pond, the panda could hear the rain that had fallen earlier from the grey sky, slide down the bamboo, or break into a fall, off of its leaves, and plop into the water.  Once again Panda fell asleep.   
    "Where are you going," asked a voice? 
    Panda turned around to see where the voice had come from.  Seeing that he was once again standing on the brick path, he looked ahead and noticed that he was either farther on the path and had already passed the shrine, or that he was on a different path.  The paht led across the top of a long and tall hill; to his right and his left was a steep incline, disapearing into the mistish fog, that seemed to be everywhere but on the path.  Seeing a human woman who was down on her hands and knees, scrubbing the individual stones, the Panda stepped back, as he had almost stepped on her.
    "I am sorry," said the Panda. 
    She looked up at the Panda and smiled, "Do not worry dear one.  The path is long, but I never grow tired."  Her wrinkles on her face seemed pleasant as she smiled, Panda noticed.  They dug her deeper into the folds of time, and made her seem the most pleasant person to be with.  Reaching her hand into a wooden bucket, she wrung out the water out of the rag.  Brushing the water that had gathered from her ardious work, she pulled one of her rolled up sleeves down and dried it from her other arm and then drew it across her forhead to gather up any sweat that had formed on it.  Pulling her sleeve methodicallly back up, she glanced throught the corner of her eye, once more from her work, she tilted her head, causing her rustic black,white, greyishhari that was done up into a bun, and stabbed with what looked like chopped sticks, bob down and up.    Letting free a strand of hair, the wind caught hold of it and threw it out of the rest of the cluster.  She was waiting for the answer to her questioin.   Reaching down the panda put the strand of hair back into place with two of his claws.
    "Dear woman, where am I to go?  You asked me where I am going, but I do not know even myself."
    The woman dumped the bucket onto the ground, throwing bubbbles up into the air.  Watching the bubbles swim up and around him, the panda marveled quietly as the swirled soap reflected his face, much like his pond does.
    "Where you seek must be ahead," said the woman.  Pointing her wrinkled,yet strong hand in the direction of a distant mountain that stood above the mist of the haze, the Panda looked at it questiongly. 
    "Why to a mountain?  I already have my own."
    The woman went back to work.  Scrubbing the soapy water back and forth, she continued to clean the stones.  Wringing the water she had gathered into the rag into the bucket, she once again turned her attention temporarily to the bear,  "I cannot tell.  I onlyknow that it is where everyone is going.  They never come back to tell me."
    That is strange thought the panda.  "Then why do you not go up yourself; leave the bucket and rag, and embark on a journey?"
    She lauped a quiet lauph that seemed to carry the breath of thousands of springs.  Peace and tranquility helfd therein from her pleasurble momment of enjoyment made the bear smile.  "I cannot!  Surely these bones of mine would not make such a traveling distance."
    "Has noone offered to carry you," Asked the bear?
    "No, I am sure that others have more use for their strenthg, then me."  She continued to smile and went back to work. 
    Panda was confused.  Such a peaceful woman; so kind patient and understanding, why was she cleaning the path?  He did not want to inquire further, as he did not want to weign her patience, but he was confused.  Was this place a place of peace, and if so, seeing that noone has returned, why was she not there with them?  Turning his expression towards the mountain, the low clouds seemed to contain and compress his thinking ability.  One thing that he did know for sure, he could not leave her here.  "Woman I will carry you.  I am strong and have much unneeded strength."
    She smiled, but held herself firm.  "No, I could never ask that of you.  I have done fine for many many years, I will be fine."
    "But," the bear argued.....slowly a gust of wind shook the bear, and brushed a cloud between them....slowly falling away from the path and being pulled up and away from the woman, he wished to call out, but the bear was once again awake next to his pond.  Smaking his chops he blinked seveal times to clear his mind.  Leaning his head forward, he glanced over his shoulder and looked around himself.  Half dazed, he thumped his head back onto bamboo, and fell back asleep.

Yet....I hope that you do.  And if you want, you can resketch the whole thing....I know that art styles CAN clash.  If you think you could make things look better by messing with the proportions and such....then GO RIGHT AHEAD.  If you had drawn a sketch for me, I would do the same thing.

Or, I imagine you already have something in mind, but you could use the penciling as a guide and use photoshop over the top....no outlines at all....  There is a THOUSAND THINGS that one can do.  So I will stop bothering you.
By By....
thanks for the work.

BTW, when I said interesting, when commenting to your picture of Viktor, I meant the unique perspective that you brought to Viktor's personality.  I liked it.  I hadn't actually visualized what he looked like standing up...pants and everthing I mean.  Of coarse if I were to draw all of the outfits that Viktor would wear throughout the all Seven episodes, then I would go CRAZY!!!!!!!!

thanks
mike

http://jerbl.com/verganol/saraphim/

Here is the linkess to the pure scan.  I have it in 300dpi and 150dpi if you want a different dpi, then request it and I will scan it again for you.  I hope that you can understand all of the things going throug everything.  If you need a guide, then ask and I will tell you what each thing is individually.  -_-  sigh......

Pleasee tell me of your progression and what your plans are.  thanks
mike

http://jerbl.com/papillon1-mw.wmv
http://jerbl.com/papillon2-mw.wmv

There you are *BLEH!!!!!  Now hurry up and update the main page. -_-

*Blink *Blink.....

wow.  That is quite interesting.  I am impressed at how you good you made viktor look.  Good Job111 (Oops, I forgot to push the 'shift' button. !!!!! vs. 11111)

Thursday I shall begin work on a pic for your guysseses story.  Though Like I said, my time....is limited.....sigh......so I shall do my best!!!!!!!!

course.

Viktor

be my guest.

I mean....if you WANT to keep posting all 200 pages...then you can...but it is up to you.  I don' mind.

wow I am confused about all of your posts....but SURE, if you want to draw pictures for Teamclaw.  I don't even need to ask  Jeremy about that.  He would be estatic.
I will look forward to seeing what you will do!!!!
OH, thanks for considering to read it.  I 'll guess we're doing a kind of swap...mestory...yourstory. 
mike

uh......ribbit.  I'll look into it.  Don't have much time today.

You could actually just silently upload it onto your own webpage and only give US, that is here on the forumn, your Link to it and say,"OH, I posted part of my story on the internet.  Come and READ it!!!"  The only problem is that you will probably get about as much support from them as I got.  -_-  My story is WAY to long "Teamclaw" that is and not many people want to commit to read such a long story....sigh....such an epidemic.
thanks
mike