Hello, Alien Art Hive/Splinterlands community!
I'm excited to be part of this week's Splinterlands Art Contest (Week 344) with a fresh creation. Influenced by the mysterious and powerful creatures of the Splinterlands realm, I bring you my latest piece — the 'Flying Squid'
About the Artwork:
This stunning drawing features a monstrous, unearthly being filled with frenzied energy and alien savagery. The creature's hideous head is the combination of tentacled terror and abyssal nightmare, presented in bold splashes of red, magenta, and violet. Its wide, toothy maw, lined with rows of jagged, needle like teeth, is framed by contorted appendages that appear to have the malignant vitality of a living thing. A crown of small, vigilant eyes crowns the top ridge of its head, contributing to its eldritch and unnerving demeanor. The cross hatching pen work imbues the shape with a sense of movement and raw, unfiltered power, and the contrasted ink tones create a dynamic sense of volume and depth. With its combination of sea monstrosity and Lovecraftian horror, this monster is the kind of classic predator from the bottom of some prehistoric alien sea a thing both frightening and fascinating in its unnatural beauty.
Hand-drawn with a mix of pens and markers, the piece feels raw and energetic, highlighting the artist’s imaginative approach and skilled control over line work and shading.
The Creative Process:
Join the Contest:
If you enjoy crafting artwork inspired by the Splinterlands universe, I invite you to join the Splinterlands Art Contest. It’s a wonderful opportunity to display your creativity and engage with a vibrant community of fellow artists.
Check out the details of the contest here: Splinterlands Art Contest Week 344
About Flying Squid
Although Flying Squid are not truly capable of flight, their moniker comes from their ability to launch themselves from the water and glide above the surface for long distances before resubmerging. These aggressive predators shoot ink into the eyes of their prey to blind them before attacking with their lengthy tentacles.
The Chaos Legion captain stood at the helm of the ship, gazing out at the empty sea. The sky was an overcast gray, and a brisk breeze ruffled his hair. A large flock of seagulls skimmed the surface of the water, flying ever closer.
He squinted his eyes. The birds drew nearer. As they did, he saw they weren't gulls at all. They were white, yes, but instead of wings and feathers, they had smooth, sheeny skin and tentacles that waved through the air.
From high above in the ship's crow's nest came the cry of alarm. “Flying Squid, twelve o'clock!”
The crew sprang into action, but it was already too late. Before most could reach for their weapons, the squid were upon them. The creatures fired sprays of ink, blinding the men and women below. Those that were able to take up arms flailed uselessly at the creatures, who stayed just out of each, striking with their long and muscular tentacles.
The captain drew his saber and swung at a squid as it whizzed at his head. He missed, and it shot a stream of ink into his face. His eyes burned, and the blinded captain wiped at them futilely.
A tentacle wrapped around his ankle. Another encircled his wrist. He struggled, but his other ankle and wrist were soon grabbed by more tentacles.
They began to pull him apart and, oh, how he screamed.
Warm regards,
Ruhina