Chibithulu Photo Log Alaskan Inside Passage 2006
Into the Frozen North
Index Page One Page Three Page Four Page Five Page Six Page Seven Chibithulu Home Page
I conferred with this group of slaves. They spoke of ancient traditions, of men betraying their fellows, of debauchery and thievery. It was such a sweet story. The cub on this one's head listened as though it were a bedtime tale.
(13) |
This figure interested me the most, being the depiction of a human chieftain. He was most angry, as the beak of his raven staff had been lost. I could not get from him if it had been from weather, or some tom-foolery. I hope it was the latter. I whispered to him promises of revenge.
(14) |
||
This, of the six, was the last I would speak to. The remaining two were insufficient to bear my weight (and had no surfaces upon which to do so).
(15) |
Of course, to document all this I had to take Minion #1 around. Here she watches for danger while she's preparing me for my picture (photo #13). All those extra eyes on these figures. I shiver with joy over the deformities!
(16) |
||
Whilst exploring one of the scores of jewelry shops that made up for most of the businesses in town (a fact that I am proud to admit comes from the spread of avarice that my minions have caused), I was surprised to find an effigy to my glorious self created from amber and silver. (17) |
Within this smiling soul beats the heart of a minion... Or minon... argh. My minions are so incompetant!
(18) |
||
At last! I have found a slave that is stately, large, strong and disgusting enough to bear me. The fools revere these creatures as noble. They are scavengers after the leavings of others, perfect for my hordes. (19) |
The fearsome beak and claws of this beast will serve me well, when I ride upon it's back and sweep down upon the unbelieving. Pardon me an evil guffaw!
(20) |
||
Those eyes will strike fear into hearts. Like my own fearsome image!
(21) |
First, however, I must show it who is Lord. I show it my impressive flying skills, so it can see that I really don't need it as much as it needs me!
(22) |
||
To further impress it, I do my quadruple side
roll, bouncing my spit off of it's beak and onto the bald head of a loudly
dressed tourist. The creature submitted easily thereafter. (23) |
How appropriate. "Thundering Wings". Yes, that is my native name, after "Great Being Who Swallows the Sun and Moon and Devours the Souls of All Our Hapless Peoples." (24) |
Index Page One Page Three Page Four Page Five Page Six Page Seven Chibithulu Home Page