More loosely sketched zombies and poses this week. With the larger portrait I brought in a fine point marker for more detail. I usually keep my imagery very separate, but with the looseness of these sketches, the images all began to blend together. 
Ron shifted in his seat and took a large bite of his cinnamon pastry. The Quis Terra cafe was in full morning rush. A line of customers ran from the cash register to the door and most of the seats were occupied. He took several sips of his fresh latte. The morning had been chilly and he enjoyed the warmth in his mouth. He heard someone talking loudly when the door to the cafe opened.
The dark half of the year is in full swing and Odin and his wild hunt
are coursing the land. Even though we still have a dark month long trek to the winter solstice, this day has become a hallmark to me for
the re-ignition of failing light. It marks a variety of events both personal and global, microcosmic and macrocosmic.
This golden horned mask was commissioned by the nineteenth century Italian actor Arturo del Volto. In 1831, under the patronage of an unknown nobleman, Arturo was paid to facilitate the creation of the mask at a local smithy in Umbria. The mask was to be used as a special costume piece for the role of Mephistopheles in a production of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's Faust at the Teatro delle Visioni. It is wondered by many occult historians if Arturo made some deal with his own devil due to the apparent curse of tragedy and death that followed the mask after its forging. Arturo would wear the mask only once.
Albert was chasing a young woman in a flowing gown.
After seeing the young woman, he wandered away and his boss faded into the background like a muted watercolor. He followed the young woman into the body of the store, past automotive, past the toy department. She was walking along leisurely and turned a corner where Albert couldn't see. That's when he'd begun running.
In the moonlight, we could see the black
waters were becoming full of the things. Their white shapes darted
about just beneath the surface. If I didn't know better I'd say they were glowing. There were so many of the things moving about underneath, the boat started to rock. When they started hitting the underside of the boat we didn't waste any time. We cut our nets loose and turned the boat toward land. The Captain ran the engines as hard as he could without burning them out.
Henry wasn't sure what they were going to find at the site. The dispatcher's relay of the emergency calls had been confusing. Some people had called about a column of green fire and other calls reported animal attacks and dangerous Halloween pranks. Animal control had already been alerted and paramedics were on their way as well. His truck and the one following would arrive first.
Theo sighed. He wore no costume of his own, embracing the designation of adult for the evening. He had planned to dress as Batman, but he had also planned a different Halloween night altogether. Just before sunset, his mother had thrown him the wrench.
