【Photoshop Speedpaint】Spring Tale

Final illustration:
Illustration: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/orAyk

This is the second drawing made from short tales Raúl Jiménez Moreno wrote. I hope you guys read the story before, so you can understand the next illustration and follow the 4 Seasons chapters! They’re not too long, and they’re also lovely.

The tale belongs to Raúl Jiménez Moreno fully, this is just a collaboration. Always contact the writer before using it without permission.

Contact the writer: rasendor@gmail.com

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1. 0:00 Zen Ongaku – Ronin
2. 3:54 Zen Ongaku – Kimi Dake
3. 8:47 Gill Chang – Hearts (ft. Aviella)

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Tale of Spring:

“There, in the forests of the skirts of the winter mountain, a solitary figure lives. Slippery and shrewd; mother of flowers, owner of the trees, caretaker of the deer, who gives shape to the stem of the roses, and who designs the wings of the butterflies.
Called Kruna in the old language, no one knew her real name, and they did well not to ask her, what discourtesy. ”

– Hey, I do not remember it like that! -. Said Bandon.
– True, true! You’re making it up on the fly! -. Replied Bonton.
– Look, the stories change over time. Do you know? Can not you just listen to it and be silent for a while?-. Said the dragon throwing a weary look at the deer lying on his blue belly.
– Okay. Come on, go ahead! -. Bonton said as he stretched relaxed.

“It is said that she can take any form of those seen in the forest. Some say that she presented to them as a root, to others, in the form of leaf litter. No one knows what form she really has. Well she couldn’t have any! ”

– To Bonton she presented as a swarm of moths and he got scared! -. Bandon said while laughing.
– Hey! That is not true! They were hornets … -. Replied Bonton.
– So you accept that you got scared, don’t you? -. Bandon said without stop laughing.
– Guys, guys! Do you want me to tell the story or do you want to talk to each other? -. The dragon said satiety.
– We are sorry! -. The deer responded in unison.

“Legend has it that, when the land was barren and the water did nothing but boil, a meteorite fell on Yaltaria, destroying it even more, if it fits, a ruinous land.
From the force of the explosion it is said that the air we breathe and the free-fire were born, and when the four touched each other Kruna was born, who, devastated by the emptiness of the land, sprout trees so tall that they touched the sky, and when they dropped their leaves they bathed all the earth.
They say that she broke the ground so that the water would flow everywhere, and thus be able to create more trees to give strength to the earth.

It did not take long to make a lifeless wasteland into a small flourishing paradise.
But there were only plants, and she could not make them speak, so by dedicating herself day and night, with earth and water, she created the first being that, they say, resembled a slug. But because It was too amorphous, Kruna asked that a lightning hit It in the centre. Presto, the lightning struck the being, whose pieces took different forms in the air, and when they touched the ground they were distributed throughout the world. ”

– Then Bonton must have been where the lightning struck. That would explain why you are so ugly! -. Bandon said with a laugh.
– Hey! -. He reproached Bonton.
– Well, it’s over. Up to here the story! -. Sentenced the dragon, provoking complaints from both deer.

At that moment, from behind, on the branch of a tree, an amalgam of leaves took the shape of a female torso, leaning relaxedly dropping an arm.

– Could you retell it, Helia? -. Said with fake grief the shape.
– Yes. Tell it again, Helia! -. Bandon exclaimed.
– But this time until the end! -. Bonton said.

The dragon looked at the deer and then at the form, to end up snorting, dropping his head on the grass of the clearing.

– Please… -. Said the shape with a smile.
– For the winter, Kruna. Just once more, let’s see … – Said the dragon.

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