The Obsidian Sister

Rage swells within the realms of the body, left unseen and forgotten. It spreads its legs so ever enticing, so easy to get lost in the pleasures of its taste. Once engulfed you feel it flow to the most forgotten depths of your body making it all tingle with a sensation impossible to deny.

It was not always rage, many moons ago the feeling was despair, it was frustration, it was sadness. Yet, left marinating through the centuries it became blind. All the feelings she felt before numbed, and the only emotion left was erupting anger. Rage towards her sisters she once swore to love, how could they? What they once did is long forgotten, yet the feeling was as scorching as lava difficult to hold. So she cooled herself down at such a rapid pace, grasping for something ever so easy to handle. The masking emotion, that grows on you as the thick volcanic glass Obsidian. Transformative through building walls to shroud the true emotions, thus leaving any victim to be unseeing.

She grows to a titan, fuelled by her fury. In blinded acrimony she cries out as she murders her three sisters at in attempt to compose her resentments. Only to be left with no conviction and an emptiness unfilled.
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With such burdened emotion The Obsidian Sister, a shell of who she once was grew past the clouds, above the life she once knew. And who she was before is left with three sisters to be lost to time.

The dreamer flies into her clouded sights, a sister reborn. She grasps at the only thing she knows; the comfort of her anger, and swears to hunt down every sister until she is the last. However, between every cog, and between every joint, the blood she spilled pours out as the most beautiful crimson silk. As she struggles to compose the Obsidian shell, she grasps the dreaming sister within her ice cold obsidian palm and crushes the life of her in an ever longing attempt at conclusion. But in the reflective surface of her wet bloodied hand she sees herself and lets out the most excruciating cry as she fractures.
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The obsidian sister falls to the ground, spreading relics of a being once consumed by acrimony. And all the blood, all the anguish and emotion that filled her volume drapes over the sister at peace. The nature of her true emotions set free to flow to the realms of its full capacity. All its ripples, all its sways expanded to its extensive might. The Blood Sister is now at peace.
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In this project I wanted to push myself with sculpting and using nodes to create materials and push my 3D blockouts further than I have before.

Also working on my compositions and illustration skills.