another thing i look forward to maybe having more time to practice animation again too bc i have not had the time or spoons to do that in almost a decade? i did manage to dig up some Ye OIde Animation doodles (i was working from total scratch with these, no education, certainly no learned technique, i was just winging it based on intuition and it shows but they have a spot in my heart)
circa 2014/2015
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He is over halfway done with dethawing the ship, setting his multitool to the side to give it a much needed break, when something catches his eye.
The sun is starting to set now, another short day coming to an end as the freshly fallen snow settles into a layer of ice. All around the trading outpost a quiet starts to settle, a calming stillness as the local fauna retreats into its shelters for the night. All for one spec that is now cresting the top of the hill, a rhythmic crunching of snow under marching feet filling the quiet.
Pangzi squints in the distance, the skin around his eyes tinting a darker brown to ease the strain of the light reflecting off of the ice. The distant figure comes into sharper focus then: a short bipedal being, almost entirely black as far as Pangzi can see, seemingly dragging some sort of makeshift sled behind them with unrelenting focus.
“What the…”
He looks around at the outpost but no one seems to have noticed the figure yet, most people too focused on preparing for their departure from the planet much like Pangzi was just a minute ago. Still, a lonesome person walking out in the freezing cold like this… could they have crashed nearby? Pangzi didn’t hear an impact or see any of the tell-tale streaks of light that follow flying spaceships, not for the last few hours at least. Perhaps it was during the storm, with the crashing sound being muffled by the wind.
Whatever the case, he’s sure the person could use some help.
Slinging his multitool back over his shoulder, Pangzi approaches the edge of the landing pad before activating the propulsors of his jetpack. He is lifted from the ground with a spring and as he flies further up the hill to meet the figure, he can see that they’ve stopped in their tracks.
“Oh man, even just this is enough for a spook?” Pangzi chuckles to himself as he sees the figure’s stance lower into something ready for action. He gives them a friendly wave before touching down a short distance from them. For a moment, Pangzi is taken aback, his mouth hanging open as he finally gets a proper look at the person.
Almost their entire body is covered in black patterns that shift minutely with their every movement. Every twitch of the muscles in their cheeks, every expansion of their chest for each breath sends ripples across their skin. Some of the patterns shine with a subtle blue hue, pulsing rhythmically as if in tune with a very slow heartbeat.
When Pangzi can bear to look away from the almost hypnotic look of their skin, he is caught up all over again in the stranger’s eyes. Under thick brows, they follow Pangzi’s movements, a piercing black stare with slits of white crossing each iris, as if the light is coming from inside them, not reflected from the ice and setting sun. Pangzi has never seen anything like them.
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