Did some work on coloring this guy today… Basic colors down, fancy stuff next.
Archive for April, 2011
[WIP] Frostbite.
Apr 25
[WIP] Fisting II
Apr 25
Previous / First [nsfw]
I’m really liking the way this picture’s coming out. A couple of folk at last week’s furmeet thought I was coming along pretty well with it as well… still a ways to go, though.
Modi.
Apr 25
[WIP] Myces page 5
Apr 14
Apparently I haven’t posted any progress on this page yet?
Well, there hasn’t been much done in a while, though I did get some done this week.
NSFW (M/M, tentacocks) below cut… »
WIP – Modi.
Apr 12
Did a bit of work on this the other day. I had to move his hand because I couldn’t make it look right where it was; turns out it’s actually too big to fit into those pockets, which I suppose are the sort of decorative flaps you see sometimes.
And yes, his wings are too small. I thought I had measured them and they were supposed to be right, but I was oh so terribly wrong! Will have to work on that at next touch.
[scrap] Shine.
Apr 6
Another old scrap from an old notebook—
Thunder woke me up in the middle of the night, and Jan had already gone. Â I rolled up my pack, figuring I’d get moving before the rain hit. Â The donut shop at the edge of the park was open all night and usually quiet.
In fact there was nobody there but Jeff behind the counter.  He shaded his eyes as I came in—even though I was half asleep, my light was the brightest in the place.
“Hey Shine,” he said, reaching under the counter. Â “The usual?”
“Yeah,” I said, taking my seat facing the wall. Â He brought me a tray with a dozen jelly donuts.
It started raining.
“You know, tiger,” he said, sitting across from me. Â “I’m sure you’d have a place of your own by now if you eased up on the food a bit.”
“Man,” I said, “I’ve told ya, you have no idea what it’s like when this light burns down.”
I tore into the donuts.
[scrap] Kohath.
Apr 6
Old scrap, from old notebook—
I sat on the curb with Loukas, waiting for the rain to pass.  The other wolf twirled the umbrella he held and talked… or rambled, rather, in his way.  I didn’t bother to listen–mainly he just goes on to hear himself speak.