Moon

Beep!

Bit of a post-TF picture, as I've been practicing various techniques to produces color shaded artwork again after a long hiatus. So far I'm pleased with the results even if there's still improvement to be made. Then again, I go by the school of thoughts that you're only good at something as long as you're willing to keep improving at it no matter how "good" you already are. Also, added the Moon to the tags/themes for this picture as though it's not displayed here, I've still got a big fon...

Fear, sorrow, pain? The beastly nature waking up? Who knows what pressed his mind. Another werewolf from me, a rare sight as I suck at drawing canines :P And this was drawn in a very fevery state, but it turned alright in the end :D I guess. And to be honest, this is pretty much post-tf, ain't it?

Okay, this is LONG overdo. Like... a year or more, overdo. I had completly forgotten about this lineart until a few days ago. But, I got down to busness, riveted my but to my computer chair, glued my tablet to my hands, and went to town. Several hours later, I have this. The King of the Lycans. I decided to try a different color combination. Generally I color my werewolves black or the traditional grey and tawny. I decided to try out redish brown and grey for a change, and I rather like it. This...

Pretty old sketch thinger...decided to finish it on college, since it's more 'normal' than what i had at the moment (gotta love watching people). Anyway, just a werewolfess helping a new guy on his first change. Might color it...sometime...I think.

Okay, these are just my reasons why lycanthropes are better then vampires. Just in time for Halloween too. Happy Halloween everyone!

Night Flight

Hrrroooson we have a problem

Commission for Nightfirer. He didn't specify how the TF occurs, so I reintroduced the Spirit of the Four Seasons, one of my recurring characters! :) Here he is dissipating into a swarm of leaves again as he leaves Nightfirer to change into his new form.

The late November day dawned clear and unseasonably warm, but that didn't last long. Clouds began to drift in by the time she'd finished breakfast, woolly, dark heaps of them hurried along by a biting wind. They jumbled together and sealed off the sky, pressing low to the ground and turning midday dark as evening. By the time the sun set the first flakes of snow began to drift down. It would have been a perfect night for curling up with a mug of cocoa and a book, but lycanthropy is never cal...