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Helen the Nubian Princess (Colored Version)in Humans

Achilles the Savagein Humans

The Face That Launched a Thousand Shipsin Humans

Paris and Helen of Troy Busts

Carnotaurus the Cretaceous Bullyin Paleo Fauna

Those Malnourished Americansin Cartoons

Qilong's Ingenia Coloredin Paleo Fauna

Honesty is the Best Policyin Cartoons

Public NuisanceThe Tyrannosaurus rex opened his fiery eyes and jolted his head off the spongy earth. His mane of green feathers stood straight up on end. Low thumping drowned out the crickets and other nighttime creatures whose songs should have resounded through the black rainforest around him. The beats’ rhythms repeated without falter, nothing like the footsteps of a passing animal, and no leaves rustled with them. Nor did the tyrannosaur feel his own heart and veins convulsing with the pulse, though it did pound against his eardrums. If the noise did not match anything in nature that he recognized, something alien must have come to the jungle. Yet the moonlight shafting through the treetops showed nothing unfamiliar.
Perhaps the tyrannosaur’s dream-time imagination tricked his senses again. With a confused grunt he lowered himself back onto the forest floor and closed his eyes again.
The thumping did not die. If anything it bombarded his hearing with even stronger fury, forcingPublic Nuisancein Misc Writing

The Deliverer The mudbrick fortress along the desert river shadowed the camel-hair tents squatting on the opposite bank. White plaster on its walls burned so bright under the sun that Shaykh Abduleh needed to shield his eyes to make out the pointed parapets from the camp. He would have thought the great building better suited to house Elah Himself than any race of humanity, yet he could not mistake the black soldiers of Kametu patrolling on top.
Abduleh’s olive-brown face flushed red as he curled his lips into a hateful sneer. Unlike the Kametians, who strutted around in skimpy white kilts and dazzling gold, he wore the modest woolen robe and keffiyeh headdress typical of Ishmaelim, without any jewelry to show off. Not that he needed such useless glitter anyway, for the gray streaking his black beard earned him all the tribe’s respect that he needed. They after all showed off his wisdom rather than the mere wealth the Kametians worshipped to the poinThe Deliverer

Heracles the Son of Zeusin Humans

King of the Junglein Paleo Fauna

The Princess Preparesin Humans

Pharaoh on Her Thronein Humans

Queen Sekhotep of Kametuin Other OCs

King Vego the Conquerorin Fan Art

Southern North America, 66 myain Misc Drawings

Cartoon-Style Neithin Neith the Nubian Warrior

Tontoin Humans

Ramses the Greatin Historical Rulers

Egyptian Dancer's Bustin Other OCs

A Huntress's Trophy Shot (Colored Version)in Mukondi

Neith Makes Outin Neith the Nubian Warrior

Womanhood, Draft One    Mukondi Djata slipped out of her hide tent with an iron spear and machete in hand. A gold sliver of sunlight crept up from behind the eastern plains to stain the twilight sky red and warm the sleeping women's camp. Despite this growing heat outside, streams colder than spring water coursed within Mukondi's veins. Her spear's point ran thrice as long as her feet, and she would need every inch of it for the womanhood that she would begin this morning.
    The rest of the Djata camp stayed asleep in silence. Not even the most excitable of the little girls scampered between the tents before their older sisters, mothers, and aunts woke up. The crimson face of Sambu the Allosaurus, the Djatas' totem, emblazoned each tent. When she noted Sambu's jagged teeth, Mukondi gulped. The last thing she needed now was yet another reminder of what lay just ahead for her.
    The throaty blare of a hollowed animal horn broke the silence. "MuWomanhood, Draft Onein Mukondi

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~Pepitomassalia Dec 12, 2012

I am an amateur historian and I had the chance to visit Egypt, just 10 days before President Sadate's assassination. My now dead mother gave me the love for all Antiquity and the love for Egypt. So I want to say you "thank you" for these beautiful artworks.
I hope you will offer us soon Hatshepsut in wrestling fights versus Nubian and Egyptian princesses !

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~TransformerRobot Apr 12, 2012 General Artist

[link] Why'd you disable comments on this?

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*BrandonSPilcher Apr 12, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Because I wanted people to comment on [link]

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~TransformerRobot Apr 12, 2012 General Artist

Oh, okay.

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