I've always loved jellyfish, they're one of my favorite animals. The way they gently float in currents is so memorizing to watch. I went ahead and combined them with my other favorites: the moon and a starry sky.
Postal Service is one of the most crucial city service in eyes of the Mayor Whale. Swift delivery of messages and parcels means that the merchants can operate quickly and with fewer errors. Information that passes from guild to guild, from member to member also saves plenty of possible snafus and keeps the order both within and outside the city walls. And his agents would have significantly harder job if they couldn’t intercept crucial mail or deliveries to check on the contents as well! And so, the Wharf Post is well funded and ever growing, and the laws are also very generous when it comes to offering postmen wide protections, making it a desirable position of some repute. With their gleaming caps, sturdy bags and can-do tradition the postmen are a colorful, eclectic yet sturdy and reliable addition to the city picturesque organized chaos. And they never cease to invest and reinvent, hoping to outmatch themselves in swiftness and convenience. Take for example their latest invention catered to the insectoids who work for the office, which can be temporarily hosting a semi-parasitic organism that allows them to, well… To float. Some might consider it a little silly and pointless, and yet avoiding street crowds and carriage traffics proven to be reward well worth of the potential silliness and clumsy swaying of limbs in the air to steer the unruly sack of gases. While the sight of floating postmen is still rare – and the opponents mock the notion, since there are kin and folk that can just fly in the first place – the Post proclaims it a standing idea that will ensure all postmen of proper biological profile will be able to reach for the skies!
Inktober 2020 art will become avaliable in fully colored variants in ‘Posterra: Folks of the Wharf’ artbook, including extended lore, two short stories and map of the Wharf Town and surroundings. Stay Tuned!
Inspired by @cumdumpsterbrucie‘s fic Spoils of War when Bruce accidentally met long-haired Death Metal Clark (and he fell in love with this beauty) <3 <3
“Float? Oh yes, indeed they do. They float! And there’s cotton candy... They float. They float, Georgie, and when you’re down here with me, you’ll float, too–”🎈