Felt like posting a quick screenie as I haven't done a public wip for a while (there's a couple on Patreon that are well before this stage). Still have to do his wings, hands, feet and tail but am pretty happy with how he turned out.
Ruby gasped as Quartz suddenly grabbed her by the neck and threw her onto the top of the crate like she weighed nothing. Well to him she probably didn't.
"Don't," he growled warningly.
Ae’nur touched down a sensible distance from the water’s edge, watching with a smile as her exuberant eight year old son landed knee deep with a splash, flicking up a spray with wings and tail and giggling with delight. His hair was only just long enough to pull into a topknot like his father’s and he wore the pathetic little makeup brush with such pride. She had struggled not to laugh when she had done his hair and she struggled not to laugh now as she watched it fluffing about on the top of his head.
Sunday streaming was a bit messy today and will probably be messy over the next couple of Sundays as I continue struggling with logistics, and then will stop completely because I'm going home for a month!
Then it got cut short because there was a few too many heavy thundercracks that sounded on top of my house so I shut the computer down.
Worked on this the last couple of stream sessions, posted works in progress to Patreon and realised that I've been completely forgetting to post public wips (which is completely unsurprising as while I do post occasional works in progress they are occasional so it was actually pretty easy for me to forget with all the other stuff going on). I also wanted to show @jedau the kind of stuff that takes me forrrreeeeeeeeevvvaaaaaaarrrrrrrr
Thanks to the support of my generous patreons, I managed to hit my first goal! :D
The young High Prince fled the conference room, the nightmarish chaos fading behind him, only to be replaced by pursuing wing beats. Tears blurred his vision. Zul'jinn normally loved flying through the open areas but now they were too open, there was nowhere to hide. Behind him he could just hear the sounds of crossbows arming up. How could this happen? I don't want to die! He was barely aware of the nearby mewling sound, not really registering the fact that he was the source of it.
Unlike the silence of the pod, which was broken only by the pods own humming, Dakarai's head was full of tumultuous, confused thoughts.
They'd looked. They'd kept looking. They hadn't given up.
The last few days...or was it weeks? He wasn't sure. Either way, it had been a seriously unpleasant blur.
There was that warning prickle in the air.
Tsa'run didn't give any indication of noticing, glancing around with his eyes. This particular walkway was usually quiet at this time of day, and nothing seemed out of place.
Except for Es'tad stepping out suddenly in front of him, his impressive mohawk rippling slightly. Tsa'run faltered then, the ingrained habit to stop and greet his superior checked by a gut feeling. Sensing his uncertainty, Es'tad grinned with definite malice, then launched at him.
Super quickie sketches of Zara, 10-11 years old doing gymnastics and probably 17 or close enough to as she is in the current block I'm working on practising a form or something. And the one in the middle because I like odd numbers and because I'm trying to work out how to convey expression with those bloody goggles covering half her face all the time!
Also, that ring hold was tough even with a base.