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VRKSASANA - first in the Pranada Amrita Series. This series is based on the embodiment of yoga asanas. This image is The Tree. Pranada Amrita means Grace Immortal in Skanskrit.
***All images within the series are available to buy for yoga studios at cost price to the teachers/studios and will ship worldwide***
Behind the scenes You Tube: youtu.be/mXS-5ER9UJ8
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From the RP: Tirgatha
Location: Tirgatha (Faerie Village) @ Moon Willow Forest, Ansa`fel
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Death%20by%20Moonlight/220...
"After being run out of Boneville, the three Bone cousins, Fone Bone, Phoney Bone and Smiley Bone are separated and lost in a vast uncharted desert. One by one they find their way into a deep forested valley filled with wonderful and terrifying creatures ...”
('Fone Bone' by ReSaurus)
Diorama by RK
It has been a prosperous time in the Black Falcon's kingdom seeing a huge trading boom. One entrepreneurial figure had an old store house converted into a shoppe for all your adventuring needs.
Harvesting ingredients for an upcoming spell.
Location: Moon Willow Forest, Ansa`fel
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Death%20by%20Moonlight/220...
The nymph sat on a rock in the middle of the forest and lifted her face to the twilight sky as rain fell over her and stung her skin. It felt amazing. Sensual. The smell of rain on her skin and clothes, in her hair. She knew she looked a mess, though she did not care for he made her feel beautiful as he stood there and watched her lay back on the boulder, her breathing slightly ragged.
She felt different.
His words were encouraging. His promises, tempting. And with his words her clothes fell away. Her eyes looked over and found his. Commanding. Intense. She discovered a confidence while watching those eyes of green capture her gaze and drink her in.
She felt wanted.
She followed every suggestion which spilled from his lips. And when her soul felt as if it had been awakened, she lay there basking in the moonlight, certain he would come to her. When she turned her face once more to his, she found he had disappeared.
She felt rejected.
She rose slowly from the stone and gathered her fallen clothes. She felt her heart pound in her ears, a hollow ache in the back of her throat and a burn behind her eyes caused her beating heart to harden. The forest nymph donned her clothes, running fingers through her hair.
She felt reckless.
She walked until the wrens began to chirp at the new morn. She knew where she would find him. And, as suspected, he was there with another, their bodies a mess of tangled limbs. She knelt down, hiking up her skirts to place bare knees on the ground, and set her fingertips to the earth, summoning thick roots to rise beneath them and cling firmly to the pair. As the entangled grasp held tighter and squeezed, their screams filled the air.
She hummed softly as she made her way back to her favorite spot in the forest, braiding her long, silken pale hair. She lowered herself to the fallen oak branch and welcomed the new day.
She felt free.
One of my besties in all of Tirgatha is Valentisia. When I first arrived at this gorgeous, haunted paradise she was there to greet me. She taught me the ways of the forest, for Tirgatha is unlike any other forest I had visited. Although it felt eerily familiar, it was still terrifying in many ways and can be still, even now. Valentisia, I do not know what I would have done without your guidance and friendship!
Location: Tirgatha Forest
This is my domain.
Come closer.
Location: Bay of Viir`Nais, Ansa`fel
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Death%20by%20Moonlight/220...
A small smile spread over her lips as the nymph rested her cheek on a bed of soft moss and grass. Lids grew heavy as she felt herself begin to succumb to Old Man Slumber. And she clutched the amulet in her palm until sleep did finally take her, her grip loosening only when she drifted off to dream. She would dream of him again tonight, her prince. Was he real? Was he out there right now searching for her? Or was he simply a character from one of her mother’s stories when she was a child, meant to send her off peacefully to dream?
He had given her the amulet. This she knew. Images of his charming face appeared whenever she focused her thoughts on the ornate piece. But why wasn’t he with her now? Their love was real. She was convinced of it, just as she was convinced of his existence. She nestled her pale head into the pillow of grass and fell deeper into the dream. She had had a thousand dreams, and he was in every one. He had a message for her, but she could not quite catch his words. Ysorrowen could hear his voice, his laughter. She could feel his breath upon her cheek when he said something meant only for her to hear. And when she awakened, that cheek was dampened with tears.
The nymph sat on a rock in the middle of the forest and lifted her face to the twilight sky as rain fell over her and stung her skin. It felt amazing. Sensual. The smell of rain on her skin and clothes, in her hair. She knew she looked a mess, though she did not care for he made her feel beautiful as he stood there and watched her lay back on the boulder, her breathing slightly ragged.
She felt different.
His words were encouraging. His promises, tempting. And with his words her clothes fell away. Her eyes looked over and found his. Commanding. Intense. She discovered a confidence while watching those eyes of green capture her gaze and drink her in.
She felt wanted.
She followed every suggestion which spilled from his lips. And when her soul felt as if it had been awakened, she lay there basking in the moonlight, certain he would come to her. When she turned her face once more to his, she found he had disappeared.
She felt rejected.
She rose slowly from the stone and gathered her fallen clothes. She felt her heart pound in her ears, a hollow ache in the back of her throat and a burn behind her eyes caused her beating heart to harden. The forest nymph donned her clothes, running fingers through her hair.
She felt reckless.
She walked until the wrens began to chirp at the new morn. She knew where she would find him. And, as suspected, he was there with another, their bodies a mess of tangled limbs. She knelt down, hiking up her skirts to place bare knees on the ground, and set her fingertips to the earth, summoning thick roots to rise beneath them and cling firmly to the pair. As the entangled grasp held tighter and squeezed, their screams filled the air.
She hummed softly as she made her way back to her favorite spot in the forest, braiding her long, silken pale hair. She lowered herself to the fallen oak branch and welcomed the new day.
She felt free.
The nymph sat on a rock in the middle of the forest and lifted her face to the twilight sky as rain fell over her and stung her skin. It felt amazing. Sensual. The smell of rain on her skin and clothes, in her hair. She knew she looked a mess, though she did not care for he made her feel beautiful as he stood there and watched her lay back on the boulder, her breathing slightly ragged.
She felt different.
His words were encouraging. His promises, tempting. And with his words her clothes fell away. Her eyes looked over and found his. Commanding. Intense. She discovered a confidence while watching those eyes of green capture her gaze and drink her in.
She felt wanted.
She followed every suggestion which spilled from his lips. And when her soul felt as if it had been awakened, she lay there basking in the moonlight, certain he would come to her. When she turned her face once more to his, she found he had disappeared.
She felt rejected.
She rose slowly from the stone and gathered her fallen clothes. She felt her heart pound in her ears, a hollow ache in the back of her throat and a burn behind her eyes caused her beating heart to harden. The forest nymph donned her clothes, running fingers through her hair.
She felt reckless.
She walked until the wrens began to chirp at the new morn. She knew where she would find him. And, as suspected, he was there with another, their bodies a mess of tangled limbs. She knelt down, hiking up her skirts to place bare knees on the ground, and set her fingertips to the earth, summoning thick roots to rise beneath them and cling firmly to the pair. As the entangled grasp held tighter and squeezed, their screams filled the air.
She hummed softly as she made her way back to her favorite spot in the forest, braiding her long, silken pale hair. She lowered herself to the fallen oak branch and welcomed the new day.
She felt free.
One of my besties in all of Tirgatha is Valentisia. When I first arrived at this gorgeous, haunted paradise she was there to greet me. She taught me the ways of the forest, for Tirgatha is unlike any other forest I had visited. Although it felt eerily familiar, it was still terrifying in many ways and can be still, even now. Valentisia, I do not know what I would have done without your guidance and friendship!
Location: Tirgatha Forest
Prints: daniel-eskridge.artistwebsites.com/featured/elf-summoning...
An elven queen stands upon a rocky outcropping on a high mountain cliff. In one hand, she hold a magic, glowing green orb. With the other, she reaches out to touch the nose of a winged horse that has flown over the deep vally to answer her summons. The elf wears a flowing merlot colored gown with long white lace sleaves. The pegasus is not your typical white flying horse, but a pinto coated mustang with a black mane and tail and brown wings. Behind the pair, mists rise from the deep valley floor, surrounded by jagged rocky mountains that jut into a cloud filled sky.