| 29 Sep 2003 | Heather Gilbraith aka. 'Rheall' | Loading...Hehe... it's like the rock in Vancouver (can't remember it's name). They wouldn't give them the rights to make it a mermaid, so they made it into a diver instead. I love this picture, there's so much detail and the proportions are amazing! You deserve Mod's choice! =D | |
| 29 Sep 2003 | Dextra C.S. Love | Loading...It is very obviously a were-canine sitting on a rock in the desert! I don't see why that's hard, hrmph. Well, Shaina, I like it AND I know what it is. Wonderful detail. | |
| 29 Sep 2003 | Rhonda | Loading...I like this aalot... but I would like it more if I knew what the hell it was. | |
| 16 Mar 2004 | Kathryn R. Barba | Loading...This is so brilliantly shaded! And drawn, of course. | |
| 11 Jul 2004 | Manuela P. Forst | Loading...O.K. she's a fox, isn't she? She's beautiful, but her feet remind me of those of my rabbit - not of those belonging to a fox. | |
| 9 Jan 2006 | Nalier d'Alenorm | Loading...... Oh, the song of Loreley Charms the moon right from the sky, She will get inside your mind, Loveley Loreley. When she cries "Be with me, Until the end of time," You know you will ever be With your Loreley...
And the winds would cry, And many men would die, And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley... And the winds would cry, And many men would die, And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley...
/Blackore's Night: Loreley
I believe it says all I wanted to share...
Nalier d'Alenorm, a Sárkánylelkü | |
| 9 Jan 2006 | Nalier d'Alenorm | Loading...... You would not believe your eyes, How a voice could hypnotize, Promises are only lies, From Loreley. In a shade of mossy green, seashell in her hand, She was born the river queen, ne'er to grace the land...
And the winds would cry, And many men would die, And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley... And the winds would cry, And many men would die, And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley... ... | |
| 9 Jan 2006 | Nalier d'Alenorm | Loading...Merrily we sailed along, Though the waves were plenty strong, Down the twisted river Rhine, Following the song.
Legend's faded storyline tried to warn us all, Oh, they called her Loreley, Careful or you'll fall...
Oh, the stories we were told, Quite a vision to behold, Mysteries of the seas In her eyes of gold. Laying on a silver stone, Such a lonely sight, Barnacles become a throne, My poor Loreley...
And the winds would cry, And many men would die, And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley... And the winds would cry, And many men would die, And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley... ... | |