DD Suggestion Drive: Final Feature 2/4

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If you see or read anything on dA that absolutely awes you, please consider suggesting the piece for a DD feature. FAQ #18: Who selects Daily Deviations and how are they chosen?


Because I want everyone who has the opportunity to be a part of this event to participate, I'm starting this round off with notice of a contest hosted by JenFruzz over at SkyAndNatureClub. It ends on August 30th, so photographers, get your cameras out and show us the nature that thrives in your part of the world!



Now, you may have noticed that I failed at alphabetizing in the last feature when you start what's below, but please don't let my mistake keep you from showing all of these artists some love!




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@froggydreams

It's very clear from her work that Emily enjoys creating artistic pieces in almost every medium. So, if you get the opportunity, please do check out her gallery - there are certainly some intriguing works to be found there!

 
 

Though none of the pieces she suggested have yet been featured, you should definitely keep an eye on the Daily Deviations page daily so you can see them when they're chosen for the honor!




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Kiweyko

If you love Pokemon, then Crissy is definitely the deviant whose profile you want to be watching! An admin of ten groups dedicated to the Pokemon franchise, as well as an avid creator of Pokemon artwork, her dedication to her fandom certainly shows. Give her gallery a look and check out the beautiful art she's uploaded. 

Want a clover? by Kiweyko I want to rest by Kiweyko
Need a place to read my book by Kiweyko Filou's Catventure by Kiweyko

Some of the pieces she's suggested that have been featured as Daily Deviations:

Hope by bluekomadori
Hope by bluekomadori, featured by TheCreativeJenn

Commission: Frozen Paradise by Joannazelle

Commission: Frozen Paradise by Joannazelle, featured by TheCreativeJenn




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Gewalgon

Bettina is a lover of all things magical, and her art certainly shows that theme both in its subject and in the way it's created. She commits her time to creating fantastic artwork showcasing amazing dragons as well as to creating marvelous features for artists who haven't yet been discovered! Check out her Great Artist Unseen series to find some superb work on DeviantArt, and don't forget to take a look at her own amazing gallery!

 
 

Though none of the pieces she suggested have yet been featured, you should definitely keep an eye on the Daily Deviations page daily so you can see them when they're chosen for the honor!




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GoddessNemesis

A DeviantArt veteran of ten years, Kim has created some stunning work in a number of categories, so I definitely encourage you to check out her gallery! A few of her pieces:

 


Some of the pieces she's suggested that have been featured as Daily Deviations:

Dark Souls - Solaire by Zedotagger
Dark Souls - Solitaire by Zedotagger, featured by Lyricanna

Alps by eleth-art
Alps by eleth-art, featured by Agaave

Geisha wooden stool by Moonyzier
Geisha wooden stool by Moonyzier, featured by Erzsabet




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HaintSoul

If you love Young Justice - or really, super hero comic characters are your thing, then you're going to adore HaintSoul's gallery! She's definitely dedicated to her fandom, and that love for those works shows through in the pieces she produces herself. So take a moment and acquaint yourself with her art!

 Happy Father's Day by HaintSoul
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Please also take a moment to look over this cause that they are promoting.





One of the pieces she's suggested that has been featured as a Daily Deviation:

1952 Chevrolet Kustom Car by AmericanMuscle

Chevrolet Kustom Car by AmericanMuscle, featured by isthisthingstillon




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hopeburnsblue

Mel is a wonder, truly. She's not only an accomplished writer, she manages to find time to work as a freelance editor for independently-published authors as well as her day job. She's definitely an inspirational person that I would highly recommend everyone taking some time to get familiar with. And you can start with the piece that she wrote to explain her user name! :) but after you've read through her gallery, you might consider taking a moment to check out BeautyInRawHumanity, one of the groups she administrates. It's an excellent place to spend some time to help you remember that whatever your problem, you are not alone.

 <da:thumb id="550290700"/>  I Love Your Rude InterruptionsThe darkening sky has taken on that indigo color I love so much and can somehow still see. An exuberant breeze, cool for a Texas day in June, dances into the open windows of your silver Corolla. Through the floorboards, I can feel the hum of the engine and the revolutions of the tires on pavement as we burn miles like they’re nothing.
You reached for the stereo earlier, but I pulled out my ukulele instead and have been serenading you ever since. In an attempt to distract me, you break in every so often with a screaming falsetto, but each time I've managed to keep on singing through my laughter. You persist, muting the strings with your hand, then begin plucking at them yourself. Once I've recovered from a fresh fit of giggles, I try in vain to reposition your fingers so that they roll off the strings, rather than pulling upward on them.
We stop at a light, still carrying on. People must think we're hell on wheels, but there's something about being with you that just helps me to l

  BelongingHome is one cat burrowing into my chest and the other staring in challenge as if I can stare back. It's the dog butting her head gently against my knee, asking for a scratch behind her ears. It's his mom clasping my hands mid-conversation, his grandmother's feather-light touch on my shoulder as she walks by, his brother's poking and prodding, his sister-in-law's impassioned storytelling, the raucous laughter of his dad and his mom's best friend. It's rain pelting the rooftop, but sunshine indoors. It's the smell of burgers grilling, the ambient noise of the television playing in the background. But maybe most of all, home is the surge of warmth I feel when I glance down at him, sprawled out on the leather couch with an arm draped around my waist, humming softly along with who knows what tune for only me to hear. 

Though none of the pieces she suggested have yet been featured, you should definitely keep an eye on the Daily Deviations page daily so you can see them when they're chosen for the honor!




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hosagu

If you missed the game for DA's birthday and somehow didn't get to see Houman in the gaga wig, don't worry, Mrs-Durden's got you covered still. :D He's the CV for the Street Photography section of DA (guidelines - start suggesting!) And if you're curious to know all those embarrassing things (like the fact he doesn't like pajamas on anybody :eyes:) you can always stalk his journal section. And while - somehow - the pieces on his "If I could DD" list haven't all gotten DDs now that he's the CV ;) the list is still awesome and definitely worth taking a moment to check out - as is Houman's own gallery!

 Ecstasy by hosagu
 Self-Pee Contemplation by hosagu

Some of the pieces he has featured as Daily Deviations:

sept3 by Elerko
sept3 by Elerko

102 by sevron
102 by sevron

Instant 3603 by SUDOR
Instant 3603 by SUDOR




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inkedacrylic

I always try to note if someone has commissions open, and inkedacrylic certainly does - both acrylic on canvas with some finished pieces for sale, and literary commissions - but I'd send a :note: first to be sure about availability. And since commission notes always mean you want to see what they've got to offer, definitely take a look at his gallery!

HavingI follow behind on your trail of light,
picking up pages that drift in your wake like ashes.
Carpeting these abandoned floors are breadcrumbs of hope;
the urging drum of my hunt is my heartbeat.
You ever evade me on the swiftest of legs –
long left by the time I reach your still bright window.
I finger-paint fog stories upon this empty window;
waiting, standing, freezing in its pool of light.
Once more, that boiling hunger floods my legs;
I must trace the roads you leave me, as night shepherds the coldest ashes.
My face makes love to frost-kissed glass, thirsting to hear your heartbeat;
you have left me in this terrible cage of hope.
You run, you tease; you renew my hope
that, just once, I will see your smile within that window.
Until I reach you, nothing slows it – my frantic heartbeat;
I must end this chase, and hold you to burn in the light.
You won’t haunt me then – your lips flecked with the ashes
of abandoned plans ruined between table legs.
Clockwork hear
  Given No QuarterIt was the perfect day for an outdoor potluck – except for all the sweat pouring down his back. Remy regretted his choice of clothing; a full captain’s coat was not the most appropriate garb for this weather. He wiped away the sweat pooling under his eyepatch and sighed, fanning himself with his feathered hat. The nostalgia of the past had driven him to want to pull this old uniform on again one more time. The summer heat assaulted his body and he licked his cracked lips.
He spotted his friend’s kid – Evan – putting the final touches on a stand sporting a big yellow umbrella. The condensation slipped down the pitcher of lemonade and Remy’s mouth watered.
The ex-pirate wandered over, and sighed with relief as he leaned down into the circle of shade. It was nice to see the kids learning how to hustle and earn their own money. He grinned.
“One glass please!” Remy beamed, the sweat running down his face faster than ever.
“Fifty cents,
  Challenge AcceptedThey were still keeping him out of their world, and it wasn’t fair.
He had witnessed so many clues, so many scattered hints at what was really going on in his older brother’s life, and he was sick of it. Change was long overdue. Maleek thought Hamid was still being a total dick about it. How many more weird things had to happen before they would fess up and tell him the truth? Why did they think he needed their protection? He wasn’t a little kid anymore.
Maleek swung his head to look over at his computer – he had abandoned it not ten minutes ago. He watched his blocky villagers and blocky animals moving around on the monitor. The boy sighed his lungs empty, while draping an arm across his face. He could build as many worlds as he wanted in that game, but it would never be as cool as being a part of that other real one.
He tossed his head back and forth, clenching his hands into fists. Maleek fidgeted on his bed until a noise made him sit up.

Their Exposed HeartsShe wasn’t sure what was fogging up her glasses more, her morning coffee or the steamy words on the page.
Ivy sat alone on her favorite bench in the square, a book open on her lap. She tried to decide which universe deserved her momentary attention more.
So far, at least, the book was winning.
She disappeared for a while again into a world of elves and forests and fairies and starlight. An interesting pair entered the square and she looked up, letting her bookmark hover between the pages as she watched them. Her glasses slid down the bridge of her nose only a fraction.
The guy drew her attention first. He had a dragon tattoo that stretched along his neck and he kept trying to throw his arm around the shoulder of his companion. The girl kept playfully shoving him away and when she laughed the sound carried so well, so clearly, that Ivy heard her from across the square.
They sat down on a bench together, and Ivy watched them start talking and laughing more. The guy tilted his head
  The Only ConstantWhen at last he had forced himself to wash her lingering scent from his sheets, he knew it would be a while yet before he could ever wash her from his heart.
Every night since then that he spent left alone, he tried to escape to the space between bookends; but now all the happy endings only left him hollow, and everyone else’s tragedies failed to soothe his aching heart.
She never flinched from change herself though. She always let those tides sweep her away. He had to wonder what it was now that held him so tightly to what had been.
Given time, water could always find a way to wear down stone. Air would only graze its surface – only give it one teasing breath.
Maybe, he mused, that now what he needed most was only to find a spark he would never smother; a gentle fire that would never scorch his heart again.
  Where Your Ashes LingerHer cheeks were dry stream beds.
And she gathered up the photographs and the ticket stubs and the sketchbooks and the pressed flowers. She burned them all.
Watching the flames lick the dry petals like starving puppies should have helped. It didn’t. The ache still lingered and burn and stung and pulled.
They would never have another call lasting past midnight, or another walk beneath the stars, or another glance into each other’s eyes to discover an entire universe waiting right there.
She saw her ex’s frozen smile split apart in fire and tried to feel nothing and tried and tried.
Cassandra vowed to never allow even the smallest sliver of moonlight into her heart again.


Though none of the pieces he suggested have yet been featured, you should definitely keep an eye on the Daily Deviations page daily so you can see them when they're chosen for the honor!




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InklingsOfOblivion

Rose can be found all over the literature community, in a lot of the groups you want to be a part of to get your name out there as a writer here on DA, especially if you're writing original fiction. She does a great deal of featuring of other artists, so she's certainly shown her love for the community - and that extends to the "To do" list item she hasn't crossed off - even though the time for prizes for it has expired! I imagine with all of her various group memberships and the high standards many of those groups hold, her gallery is brimming with superb work. Here's a small smattering for you to check out,

Eight And InfinityAfter 7 ate 9, 8 felt quite lonely: 9 had been an exemplar older sibling, in fact the only one 8 had left after 10 let to join the double figures club. 7 had always been a source of annoyance: as the golden, lucky child he could do no wrong but still 7 always felt dissatisfied with his lot. There'd been no need to destroy 9 out of boredom and spite. Besides, the Numerate Dorm had been fully stocked with impossible and imaginary digits to feed on.
8 hit the bar, passing the hours hiding amid whiskey glasses and chasers. Maybe one too many was had: 8 nearly threw up, but fought the urge, pretending to feel fine. Six minutes later, her severely altered ego came out; she was just the right level of inebriated to cancan, channelling ballet moves learnt a lifetime ago. &, for that's who 8 was now, shimmed and kicked across the wooden floor, laughing in the faces of those alpha-numerate who tried to bring her down.
& danced giddy as judging faces and whispering mouths blurred into one happy a
  spring, cracking.Something's not quite right. I rouse, blinking into a blue light. I'm in a confined cell, and there are shadows dancing out of time to the noises I can hear outside. My voice doesn't work any more, and I wonder if I can get out of here. There's a pointed triangle in my vision, but that quickly disappears when I learn to ignore it. The tip scrapes against the walls, leaving marks. Pushing a little harder, thin lines appear, a clean, hard sound following in their wake. The noises outside get a little more high pitched and frantic, and I am not sure what that means. The folds on each side of my body are uncomfortable, and I know I need to get out soon. With a greater urgency, I scrabble at the walls, my sharp splayed feet joining in the breakout, too.
Eventually, the crackling stops and the light gets brighter, changing from blue to yellow. Above, the noises coo at me, in an off-right manner that sounds almost like home. I reach out, my wings, unfeathered and new, unfurling.
  Sherlock ClonesAll they recovered was a single finger, the middle one to be precise.
Unable to process the turn of events, Watson holed himself away in 221B Baker Street, redirecting calls from Mrs Hudson and Mycroft to his ever- filling voicemail. Little did they know Watson had ordered Molly to preserve said finger for future use.
Eyes red-raw and dishevelled, John Watson had tipped over the cusp of sanity, signing himself up for a Biological Sciences/Biomechatronics PhD. Molly had been of little use other than extracting Holmes’ DNA from the extremity.  With a background in medicine, the PhD would prove somewhat of a refresher for John, and garner the necessary powerful and experimental skills to achieve his goals.
4 gruelling years of study later, John had composed a ‘normal’ exterior for himself, fooling the likes of Mrs Hudson and Mycroft that no, he didn’t need to go to any institution, and that yes, he was doing just fine. Oh, and all these medical supplies and bo

MythapsOnce, long ago, there was a battle of the greatest swordsmen around. Men and women from far and wide entered, fighting it out across a week to be crowned the ultimate champion. Many valiant battles were waged, but of them all it was a man named Mr Little who achieved victory, using his famous “Twinkle Toes” move on his opponents. Dazzled by his footwork, they fell easy prey to his masterful swordsmanship. Unbeknown to him, the Establishment had an ulterior motive for such an extravagant and lavish competition. He had not read the many pages of terms and conditions, which stipulated that the victor must go forth into the Land of Mythaps.      
The Land of Mythaps had been created after the exoskeletons of various mythical and legendary beings had been unearthed. Having assimilated the remains of a Dodo, and revived the Peat Bog Man, biotechnologists had no difficulty in regenerating the lost creatures of myth. Where they had been dead and forgotten for so long
  Kitchen RewiringFridge and Freezer had always been inseparable, even though they weren't part of the same unit. They stood proudly side by side, sharing the heat they threw out. Their owners were rarely about, using them only for half eaten lunch items and souring milk. Entertainment came from their neighbours across the Tiles: opposite them, Dryer and Washing Machine occasionally locked in a battle. Fridge always thought they needn't argue so: Washing Machine was getting old, and one swift tumble from Dryer could dismantle the both of them.
There was some banging about in their room that night, and all the appliances slept badly. Worst of all perhaps Oven and Freezer, who were summoned to work at some ungodly hour. When Clock's hands read 6:30am, the last of the owners had departed. Thin tendrils of dawn-break sunshine crept through the porch windows, gently awakening the appliances.
Fridge nudged Freezer. "Hey! Wake up!" Freezer grumbled in response. Fridge nudged again. "Wake UP! We've got a new fr
  Sleepless Squad“Move OVER!” The young vampire playfully scolded the faceless man who crouched beside him. Flipping the camera phone over, Mormo sighed- he’d been cut out of the picture once again.
One of the group peered over his shoulder. “Maybe it’s because of all that white powder you wear to cover your spots! You’ve probably frightened the camera!” The squat, leather-like man who always looked like he was sleeping roused, rasping his sentence as if he’d swallowed a shingle-clad seaside. Mormo hissed at Sandman, bearing his fangs.
“I will bite you, Sandy, even though you’re not a child!” Sandman laughed in his face as Mormo spat out his next words. “Why do you always have to be so… BARBARIC!”  
“Look, Slendy, why don’t you take it? You’ve got the longest arms of all of us.” Boris butted in, grabbing the mobile in his prehensile snout, pointing the picture-end at Slenderman


Though none of the pieces she suggested have yet been featured, you should definitely keep an eye on the Daily Deviations page daily so you can see them when they're chosen for the honor!




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introverted-ghost

Did you participate in NaPoWriMo this year? If you did, Kai is one of the lovely individuals who helped make that group and endeavor a success this year! Her journal section is filled with some interesting insights, so definitely take a moment to check it out - but please don't be offended if you don't get an immediate response. I know how she feels on that - I still have more than 75 messages waiting on me (and some of them are from Stygma and TeaPhotography - and I feel awful about not answering them right away since they're so lovely but I hope they know I still cherish them dearly!)

But in addition to her journal musings, she has some intriguing artwork in her gallery, and I certainly encourage you to take a gander at her offerings!

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Though none of the pieces she suggested have yet been featured, you should definitely keep an eye on the Daily Deviations page daily so you can see them when they're chosen for the honor!




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PeppermintSoda

If you've looked at the Daily Deviations regularly, you've seen this name. If you watch fella or projecteducate, you've also seen this name regularly. She might be young, but she's dedicated to this community, and she shows it every day with all of the features she puts together. And - if you like her art - she has commissions open, so definitely check them out!

 



Some of the pieces she's suggested that have been featured as Daily Deviations:

Comm: Pray by airibbon
Comm: Pray by airibbon, featured by cinyu

Mist by Rontolo
Mist by Rontolo, featured by JenFruzz 

AKIRA allstars by oro-p
AKIRA allstars by oro-p, featured by TheCreativeJenn




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KalineReine

Kaline has been an active member of the DA community for seven years - soon to be eight, and she's currently hosting a contest with some cash prizes and free art for the winners! So be sure to check that out! She's also an admin at numerous groups for several fandoms, and she's also a part of the adoptables community. In short, she dabbles quite a bit, and you're bound to find smoething intriguing when you take a trip through her gallery!

Angel FallsThe demons close in,
Cruelty in their mirrored eyes...
They hurt her all the time;
Cannot tell anyone at all,
She suffers in silence...
Slaying demons in her sleep,
Casting spells into the great beyond,
We are all the decider;
Getting to choose between light and dark,
When all we really want is peace...
She responds to hatred with love;
Always patient and always kind,
Thinks she can erase the pain
With pleasure and beauty...
Her symphony of silence casts it's spell,
Reigning over imaginary kingdoms,
Weaving her own long forgotten lore...
Where she stands,
Where she falls...
  Worthless MonsterRegret...                                    is a funny thing;
            Causes us to see through
All of the                                    painfully transparent
            blissful little lies you tell.
Ignorance                 must truly be perfect,
                  No...?
After                                        all your games,
      I'm the one who's suffering.
Silence                         proves only that
         you're not alone,
But,
  Dismal DisgraceAll of the signs are telling me to awaken,
Well what if I don't want to wake up?
To a world filled with dread,
Silver-lined promises and hateful wraths;
That world is an empty abyss...
All worlds are, really...
We are just made of light and sound,
And even though I know it isn't real,
I don't want to leave...
I cannot stand to be in a world without you.
That is the single thing it lacks,
I would prefer to remain in my blissful slumber
Than ever venture to a place
Where we had to be separate...
It is this, this one single thing, that keeps me here...
You bind me to this world
In ways which cannot be explained, nor understood,;
Every feeling that grows in my dark heart
Is continually misunderstood,
Shifting into something it was never meant to be.
They don't understand me the way you do,
No one really loves me, they can't accept me,
These thoughts are bitter and full of malice.
Poison rolling off their lying tongues;
That is all I'll ever see here...
It's a dismal disgrace,
The way you'v

Always and Forever... by KalineReine Just a Sip of Wine... by KalineReine

Though none of the pieces she suggested have yet been featured, you should definitely keep an eye on the Daily Deviations page daily so you can see them when they're chosen for the honor!




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Kida-neechan

In addition to hosting regular point giveaways/raffles, she also supports the community through groups like DailyDeviationWhores and All-Art-Wanted. She too has commissions open, so if you enjoy her artwork, definitely check out her prices!

Commission: Bbord by Kida-neechan FemMika and MaleKrul Contest Entry by Kida-neechan
.:Contest:. Pipassaurus' OC by Kida-neechan

Some of the pieces she's suggested that have been featured as Daily Deviations:

Mastema . Angel of Disaster by KurosakiSasori-kun
Mastema . Angel of Disaster by KurosakiSasori-kun, featured by cinyu


Tranquility by Jon-Lock, featured by tinycasket

Honnouji Academy - Student Council by Kanasaiii
Honnouji Academy - Student Council by Kanasaiii, featured by pullingcandy




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Leonca

If you're a fan of werewolves, creatures of the night, and making yourself a firm part of the story, then you'll want to check out the groups Leonca dedicates her time to around the site. A seven year DA veteran, she regularly features pieces she loves for both her watchers and the random deviant happening on her profile to enjoy. Her favorites are as eclectic as her own styles of artistic expression, so you're sure to find something interesting when looking through her offerings.

Ghoul-Face and the TrollsPrevious
The North Hill Road Restaurant and Bar’s ladder rattled against the wall. Any small dwelling rising on twenty-foot stilts at the top of a hill drew plenty of attention from the wind, but wind wasn’t known for growling. A dozen pairs of troll ears pricked and rotated a dozen heads to gaze at the only way in.
The door parted ways with its hinges and revealed a hairy black figure which blocked most of the star-studded night sky. Wide yellow eyes took in the scene. The werewolf squeezed through the doorway with a grunt and then stood on four stiff legs, chest puffed out, a ridge of raised hair on his shoulders brushing the ceiling. He was young enough that he was just beginning to develop the brown patterns which muddied most black-coats with maturity. Naked skin showed in ragged patches on the left side of his face. The four largest scars suggested the fangs of a rival, though by the spacing between it would have to be a pup.
The werewolf began a slow
  The Reluctant Vampire SlayerPrevious
The mayor of Mountark had a vampire skull on a table in his parlor. The top fangs, missing the cradle of the mandible, propped it up so that the underside could be seen in the polished surface of the wood. The delicate edges of the nose and cheekbones were chipped, and deep grooves scratched the surface at various angles.
Adullan Pickman had been unable to tear his gaze from it for more than a few moments at a time while they settled in. His large, pale brown eyes shone with boyish wonder. After the customary small talk he put his tea aside and held out his hand. “May I see it, Mr. Montgomery?”
Montgomery gave the skull to his guest with an air of grave pride, as if he had contributed to the creature’s destruction. “A gift from Sergeant Kaighn. Seven years and we haven’t been bothered by another. They know what’s coming if they mess with us.”
Pickman tapped the skull with his ruby ring and grinned, unafraid to s
  Brave Rhaan: A Desert Ghoul Folk TaleIn the same year Rhaan’s parents gave her life the desert gave death in the form of drought. Prey dwindled until they were forced to search the farthest corners of their territory to find enough to eat. They promised her that someday there would be more than beetles and scrawny lizards.
Rhaan grew to be a well-mannered little female. Her parents brought travelers home and sent her to the storage chamber for a mouthful of their meager cache. She gave it to the strangers quietly, holding back the urge to jump on them and beg for a game of chase. She listened to them describe the lands they left in search of a territory of their own. Before they left each young adult bowed his or her head and blessed her parents for their generosity.
Many nights Rhaan’s parents were forced to leave her alone so they could split up and cover more ground. She waited, bored but patient, and dreamed of excitement.
It was on one of these nights that the wanderer came. He was not like the young trav

Beggy Beg Beg by Leonca Taak: Bug Slayer by Leonca

Though none of the pieces she suggested have yet been featured, you should definitely keep an eye on the Daily Deviations page daily so you can see them when they're chosen for the honor!




Please do give all of these artists some love,



and stay tuned for upcoming suggester features for the other participants!




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Merci, thank you very much !