6” x 8” color pencil
 
Another small, quick piece I want to finish for RMFC art show. (stupid BG took longer than her!)
 
This is something I rarely do, make up a species.
 
She’s feline for the most part but an alien species to this world and possibly to this universe. She was the lone survivor when her small starship crashed and was buried, high in the Himalayas in the 13th century. She is nearly immortal as long as she remains close to her partially functioning craft, but she also cannot venture far, for Earths atmosphere is not quite suitable to her species and she must return to the ship at least once a day. She remained alone for almost four hundred years till one day, a human fell, nearly dead from hypothermia, at the entrance to her ship….
 
Her race is telepathic and has never had a spoken language although they do vocalize much like earth felines with much the same meanings. They also instinctually use body language, again, much like earth house cats. They communicate with thought words and images and empathic transmissions of mood and to some extent, physical sensation. Between her own species, it is controlled and is to them, no more than our language is to us. But when the human literally fell at her doorstep, she quickly learned that he received her telepathic, and especially empathic, transmissions unchecked and he acted almost as if they were his own.
 
This will be for sale at the RMFC art show