A force of nature beyond nature. Built of slime, become of slime... The entire sea is her, and she is little less than God's boundary. To attempt surpassing her sea, is to sail headfirst into the grave. Absorbed of energy and all that makes life. Milked like a hive for its nectar. Discarded only are the non-organic things. Crushed under the dead-heat pulse of an organic body the size of an ocean. No man's land: the physical manifestation.
An eternal dance of cold cruelty and ever-hungry anticipation. Serenade of silenced cries and muffled screams, muted by untamed viscuous violence. Slicked down to bone and absorbed until a withered husk. There are no funerals, no commemorations upon the time of passing. The goodbye is the send off. To venture to the Slime Sea is to venture into only one thing...
A . S W A N S O N G . O F . D E A T H .
An eternal dance of cold cruelty and ever-hungry anticipation. Serenade of silenced cries and muffled screams, muted by untamed viscuous violence. Slicked down to bone and absorbed until a withered husk. There are no funerals, no commemorations upon the time of passing. The goodbye is the send off. To venture to the Slime Sea is to venture into only one thing...
A . S W A N S O N G . O F . D E A T H .
My my, this was a big workload! 17 hours of work in total, which even at the hyper-acceleration of the timelapse videos, still ended up as 25 minutes of footage.
There is a small bit I forgot to record, the dramatis shading on the slime girl in the main image and some of that same dramatis shading on the slime girl on the top left was done before I remembered to hit record again after taking a break.
Simian Speed Draw #191 ~Swansong of the Slime Sea


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