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Silent Hill f (Concept Art)

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hinako shimizu

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boris the wolf-dog, an independent demonic entity that roams the wilds of dunkeltaler with little regard for its fellow supernatural residents

i like to imagine him serving a beneficial purpose to dr. kel but with trade offs, such as reputation penalties with the arirals or other factions. he can provide occasional company to alpha base and dr. kel, and alert him to the general location of events. but his presence would ward off ariral interactions (not entirely, just reduce the frequency of them occurring) and increase the likelihood of negative rep events occurring, and subsequently impact the reputation value, possibly applying a negative multiplier.

here's his old ref with various gameplay concepts

he's his own soul, he has no affiliation to the other demonic entities of dunkeltaler, and he roams wherever he wants. this means getting into altercations with other entities on occasion.

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boris demonic form concept

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I THINK YOU KNOW HOW THIS ENDS

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Just take a look outside

It’s been a minute since I posted here on tumblr

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SILENT HILL f

Release Date Trailer

Website

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Eileen the Crow

Concept art for Bloodborne

Artist Unclear - possibly by Kitao Masaaki

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The dog.

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I made this animation a year ago but I'm still very happy with it so I'm gonna give it some new life! I'd love to remake this sometime, but that's gonna be a far away future project I think.

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"Confess. Repent. Suffer"

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Arekai, an Ariral xenobiologist who studies the life-forms of Earth

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Fish, Konstantin Korobov

Dunkleosteus hunted in the shallows. There were fewer places for its prey to hide there. It was attentive to the tides, careful to avoid the rocks and swam only over the sands.

Snap!

Good-bye, Orodus.

Crunch!

Down goes an ammonite.

But, one morning, a tiny grey shark would not be caught. It dodged every lunge like a breeze does fingers. (Dunkleosteus did not know what a breeze was, but it would learn.)

Dunkleosteus grew as determined as a placoderm could, and—as much as a fish can decide anything—decided to catch this slippery prey above all costs. They chased through the shallows, charging and evading, reaching and retreating.

The tide began to go out. The shark winnowed over the rocks, its dorsal fin cutting the surface. Dunkleosteus surged at the shark, its back breaking the surface of the sea, its belly dragging over the stones. It nearly gutted itself on their sharp edges. The shark wormed away, but Dunkleosteus was stuck. The waters sloshed about its body. It struggled, heaved, wrenched its bulk against gravity and stone, but in vain.

The sea dragged the waters away, abandoning Dunkleosteus on the stones. Its gills pumped against the air; its eyes clouded in the wind; its fins curled over the corals. Then it was still, a victim of Devonian hubris.

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Konstantin Korobov (Russian, 1985) - Sharks (2023)