Usman Ali has entered the Master and Servant 2D.
OK people here it is again!
Trying desperately to upload my final Tiff and everytime I check it says i’ve still not submitted it. I can see by reading the forums that its a common problem.
I’ve already posted this once, trying again!
The story to the image…
Heaven Torn Asunder
It was an age when women were treated as subhuman, a time when they were valued less than dirt. There existed entire tribes whose leaders felt that if a mans mate gave birth to a girl, he was regarded as a weakling. It was believed only real men produced males.
On many occasions, chiefs of various tribes held ceremonies, in tribute to their masculine pagan gods, ceremonies where many newborn girls would be buried alive or eaten by dogs, simply for coming into the world as a girlchild.
Amongst them rose a man who rebelled against the laws of the tribes, he felt compassion to his mate and his newborn daughter, and let the leaders of the tribe know that he wished them to remain in the encampment together.
However, the chiefs collectively felt that this kind of sacrilege must not be tolerated. After all, it was rumoured that the wench must have enchanted him, and so should be put to death. The man and his mate heard of this and decided to flee. He stayed as a distraction but secretly sent his mate and his daughter to seek help from a passing tribe of mysterious nomads.
After hearing the plight of the woman and her daughter, the Elder of the nomads, being of a less violent nature took it upon himself to help raise the girl after the mother returned to be with her mate. Neither the mother nor the father was ever seen again. It is rumoured they were tortured to death in the most heinous ways imaginable.
The abandoned girlchild learnt many dark ways of the nomads and became renowned as an adept pupil, who progressed incredibly fast in the art of the dark and arcane. As she grew into a strong and proud warrior priestess, she was constantly reminded by her spiritual father of the tragedy surrounding her parents and vowed through all she held sacred to avenge their deaths.
The Nomad Elder was enchanted that through his adopted daughter, an end could be brought to this savagery. The tribe invested much time into her, turning her into a formidable force to be reckoned with. At her coming of age she undertook her lifes mission to wreak vengeance upon these savage tribes.
As she neared the tribes encampments, she stood upon a mountainous position, and summoned forth her slave. A slave created from the darkest recesses of her inner hatred. Her slave was a child of a thousand raging furies. As the Slave reverently looked upon its Master, muscles and sinews taut with fervent rage, it knew instinctively what was required.
The Master looked up adoringly at her Slave, her very own Girlchild. She commanded
TEAR THEIR HEAVENS ASUNDER!