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And I shall name him Zazzy. Because he’s zazzy. Winsor & Newton were giving away free samples of their new watercolour markers. I already use their Artists Watercolour range so they’re kinda surplus to requirements but I rarely (i.e. never) say no to a freebie. They sent me a cerulean blue, which I have tried out here. Am actually rather impressed with how it handled and, due to my current lack of a desk (long story, don’t want to talk about it) are convenient for my current art circumstances. Might just have to try out some more…

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And I shall name him Zazzy. Because he’s zazzy. Winsor & Newton were giving away free samples of their new watercolour markers. I already use their Artists Watercolour range so they’re kinda surplus to requirements but I rarely (i.e. never) say no to a freebie. They sent me a cerulean blue, which I have tried out here. Am actually rather impressed with how it handled and, due to my current lack of a desk (long story, don’t want to talk about it) are convenient for my current art circumstances. Might just have to try out some more…

Didn’t upload the finished version of that earlier sketch here, did I?  Still lacking a scanner I had to redraw the whole bloody thing over a photo of the inked lineart. I hate doing things twice.
"Bloody Murder".
Worldbuildy blurb stuff: The Morvarg. Supernatural wolves of the spirit world: they patrol its shadowy borders, hunting down anything that tries to make it back to the land of the living. Occasionally they come to the mortal plane to drag away unfortunates whose time is deemed to have come and those who attempt to cheat death. Their bite causes lycanthropy so anyone bitten by one and not dragged off to their realm is doomed to die and rise again as a dire (undead) werewolf. The Morvarg are not really undead themselves as they were never alive in the first place. Generally they appear at first glance as large, black wolves with glowing green or red eyes. Very occasionally one may be white. This appearance can change, with their skeleton seeming to show through as a pattern in their fur and, if really riled up, any resemblance to a living creature will vanish and what remains will be a very angry skeleton surrounded by smoke, burning inside with in inner balefire light that sears the soul. They are almost always accompanied by unnatural crows which are an extension of their being, scouting afar for them. paper texture by Hibbary.deviantart.com

Didn’t upload the finished version of that earlier sketch here, did I?  Still lacking a scanner I had to redraw the whole bloody thing over a photo of the inked lineart. I hate doing things twice.

"Bloody Murder".

Worldbuildy blurb stuff:
The Morvarg. Supernatural wolves of the spirit world: they patrol its shadowy borders, hunting down anything that tries to make it back to the land of the living. Occasionally they come to the mortal plane to drag away unfortunates whose time is deemed to have come and those who attempt to cheat death. Their bite causes lycanthropy so anyone bitten by one and not dragged off to their realm is doomed to die and rise again as a dire (undead) werewolf. The Morvarg are not really undead themselves as they were never alive in the first place.

Generally they appear at first glance as large, black wolves with glowing green or red eyes. Very occasionally one may be white. This appearance can change, with their skeleton seeming to show through as a pattern in their fur and, if really riled up, any resemblance to a living creature will vanish and what remains will be a very angry skeleton surrounded by smoke, burning inside with in inner balefire light that sears the soul. They are almost always accompanied by unnatural crows which are an extension of their being, scouting afar for them.

paper texture by Hibbary.deviantart.com

"I’m back" she says, then promptly clears off to Tenerife…

anyhow. Brimstone! Didn’t work out quite how I wanted but I’ll go with this.  And then, just for sh*ts and giggles, the original version of him I drew a very, very, very long time ago (he doesn’t have forelegs in this one ‘cos I couldn’t work out where to stick them)..

WIP for today.

WIP for today.

Just to show I have been doing stuff during my absence, honest!

aaand the full set of caracal studies.  I’m done with this skull now, I think.  Good news is I’ve now got a couple of wolves and snow leopards in to play with :-)  (replicas, of course).

Dragon!

Dragon!

More Daemonslayers art ^^Here we have Serpentia, Wildfyre and Aelrhys; should be obvious who’s who. They’re three of the dire unicorns (Knightmare’s brethren), some of the others I’ve drawn already, others I have yet to. All twisted up in their own special ways into dark reflections of the gentle creatures of light they once were. Before the demon goddess Shine captured and changed them into the accursed beings they are now, these immortal creatures (I’ll draw the rest at some point) were the wardens of the enchanted forests and pristine wildernesses of the lands of Southern Caevalonia, now reduced to barren, blasted wastelands.However even darkness has different levels. The very worst of the dire unicorns are those with broken horns. These beings are utterly evil and beyond redemption. Those with their horns intact may be open to reason but are generally unable to prevent themselves spreading madness and destruction wherever they wander.Lightning stock courtesy of me! (I managed to photograph lightning! Couldn’t believe my luck!).


More Daemonslayers art ^^

Here we have Serpentia, Wildfyre and Aelrhys; should be obvious who’s who. They’re three of the dire unicorns (Knightmare’s brethren), some of the others I’ve drawn already, others I have yet to. All twisted up in their own special ways into dark reflections of the gentle creatures of light they once were. Before the demon goddess Shine captured and changed them into the accursed beings they are now, these immortal creatures (I’ll draw the rest at some point) were the wardens of the enchanted forests and pristine wildernesses of the lands of Southern Caevalonia, now reduced to barren, blasted wastelands.

However even darkness has different levels. The very worst of the dire unicorns are those with broken horns. These beings are utterly evil and beyond redemption. Those with their horns intact may be open to reason but are generally unable to prevent themselves spreading madness and destruction wherever they wander.

Lightning stock courtesy of me! (I managed to photograph lightning! Couldn’t believe my luck!).

And caracal (South African lynx) skull studies. Got another in the works.