YAY POWAR STAR! 8D!! *dances a happy jig*
...'Kay I'm done. =3 Also, don't worry about whether you have suggestions or not; you don't even need to be good at drawing to have one. *nod nod* I'll also mention right now that I have a habit of making little excerpts for some of my sketches/doodles and vice-versa. The one I wanted to take a picture of (turns out the camera bricked and we'll have to buy a new one, oh boy), has one that goes with it. The silly doodle of super-high Dai also had an excerpt that went with him, but that one was long-winded and he was silly enough without. Since I can't get a shot of my still incomplete charcoal work *sad face* I'll instead see about digging up probably one of my most recent scanned and finished sketches that I have.
...Hilariously, that one will also have a little written excerpt to go with it, and I promise it's not because I like to whore out my writing. It's just easier than throwing out five pages of context-ramble.  ...Well, okay, he's not quite done, I'm still cleaning him up, but yeah, that's why there are those funny white spots in his hair. ._.;
Okay, one bit of context before I go quoting anything, this man, Ghydeias, is the most deadpan individual ever. Most people would be terrified to see him make this face at them. D:
The faded sienna of short, disheveled hair soon reached clarity, closely followed by the sun-kissed complexion of strong, scruffy features. Reaching barely two paces away, the trotting came to an effortless halt, and the lads had to lift their heads in order to see the considerably taller man’s middle-aged face. A long pause crept over them, hesitation, as a notched ear cocked back, dark brows furrowed, and mismatched eyes studied each closely.
It was easy to mistake Iaeruki and Dainiae as the other, they were nearly identical, and when they both wore the same attire, not even the differing color schemes of their clothing made identifying them any easier. Though Dainiae had a much thinner build—one might go so far as to say emaciated—it was well hidden under the loose embrace of his suit and long-skirted shirt jacket, and he carried the same face, albeit with exhausted shadows lying perpetually beneath his eyes.
Gold flashed sharply above soft royal blue, turning steely alongside abysmal teal within the breath, and a strong hand lashed out, gripping tightly into Iaeruki’s collar, before yanking him off his feet, dragging him to face with the elder man as Dainiae instinctively shuffled back. His lip curled back on one side, his eyes narrowed, and his brows knitted together, twisting his visage into a mask of contempt as a low rasp caressed the air between them. “You really have been defying your character of late. I don’t know whether to commend you for being here, or despise you for finding the balls to show up,†he growled, baring clenched teeth.
“I hope you’re damned proud of yourself,†he added odiously, his piercing glare reaching deep through Iaeruki’s eyes, boring even into his core.
The lad in question hung limp, stupefied, terror writ boldly into his wide-eyed countenance. The taller man’s stare was humbling, perhaps even belittling; it was a look Iaeruki only ever saw of the old—the fierce, scornful glare learned through generations of experience. He never could think well under it, and when he finally found words he felt safe enough to speak, a glance over the royal guard’s shoulder snatched away their existence in the same fleeting moment they had surfaced into his consciousness.
(Yay, I remembered the HTML code! 8D) As noted earlier, I'm not quite finished cleaning him up. When he's done, he'll have some formal outlining and some pretty colors, and hopefully his scruff will look a bit better. ._. It's supposed to stop where it does, but man, when your art style starts jumping into realism in the randomest places, scruff like that is a giant pain in the ass. SHAVE, GHYDEIAS. SHAVE, DAMMIT. I DON'T CARE IF IT NEVER GROWS ANY LONGER! D8< ...Also, the structure of his head keeps looking funny to me, and I don't know why. >_o
EDIT: Okay, so I realize that the excerpt needed more to it for the man's descr iption to be slightly more understandable. ._. This is where the way I write gets cumbersome. YAY POWAR STAR! 8D!! *dances a happy jig*
...'Kay I'm done. =3 Also, don't worry about whether you have suggestions or not; you don't even need to be good at drawing to have one. *nod nod* I'll also mention right now that I have a habit of making little excerpts for some of my sketches/doodles and vice-versa. The one I wanted to take a picture of (turns out the camera bricked and we'll have to buy a new one, oh boy), has one that goes with it. The silly doodle of super-high Dai also had an excerpt that went with him, but that one was long-winded and he was silly enough without. Since I can't get a shot of my still incomplete charcoal work *sad face* I'll instead see about digging up probably one of my most recent scanned and finished sketches that I have.
...Hilariously, that one will also have a little written excerpt to go with it, and I promise it's not because I like to whore out my writing. It's just easier than throwing out five pages of context-ramble. ...Well, okay, he's not quite done, I'm still cleaning him up, but yeah, that's why there are those funny white spots in his hair. ._.;
Okay, one bit of context before I go quoting anything, this man, Ghydeias, is the most deadpan individual ever. Most people would be terrified to see him make this face at them. D:
The faded sienna of short, disheveled hair soon reached clarity, closely followed by the sun-kissed complexion of strong, scruffy features. Reaching barely two paces away, the trotting came to an effortless halt, and the lads had to lift their heads in order to see the considerably taller man’s middle-aged face. A long pause crept over them, hesitation, as a notched ear cocked back, dark brows furrowed, and mismatched eyes studied each closely.
It was easy to mistake Iaeruki and Dainiae as the other, they were nearly identical, and when they both wore the same attire, not even the differing color schemes of their clothing made identifying them any easier. Though Dainiae had a much thinner build—one might go so far as to say emaciated—it was well hidden under the loose embrace of his suit and long-skirted shirt jacket, and he carried the same face, albeit with exhausted shadows lying perpetually beneath his eyes.
Gold flashed sharply above soft royal blue, turning steely alongside abysmal teal within the breath, and a strong hand lashed out, gripping tightly into Iaeruki’s collar, before yanking him off his feet, dragging him to face with the elder man as Dainiae instinctively shuffled back. His lip curled back on one side, his eyes narrowed, and his brows knitted together, twisting his visage into a mask of contempt as a low rasp caressed the air between them. “You really have been defying your character of late. I don’t know whether to commend you for being here, or despise you for finding the balls to show up,†he growled, baring clenched teeth.
“I hope you’re damned proud of yourself,†he added odiously, his piercing glare reaching deep through Iaeruki’s eyes, boring even into his core.
The lad in question hung limp, stupefied, terror writ boldly into his wide-eyed countenance. The taller man’s stare was humbling, perhaps even belittling; it was a look Iaeruki only ever saw of the old—the fierce, scornful glare learned through generations of experience. He never could think well under it, and when he finally found words he felt safe enough to speak, a glance over the royal guard’s shoulder snatched away their existence in the same fleeting moment they had surfaced into his consciousness.
(Yay, I remembered the HTML code! 8D) As noted earlier, I'm not quite finished cleaning him up. When he's done, he'll have some formal outlining and some pretty colors, and hopefully his scruff will look a bit better. ._. It's supposed to stop where it does, but man, when your art style starts jumping into realism in the randomest places, scruff like that is a giant pain in the ass. SHAVE, GHYDEIAS. SHAVE, DAMMIT. I DON'T CARE IF IT NEVER GROWS ANY LONGER! D8< ...Also, the structure of his head keeps looking funny to me, and I don't know why. >_o
EDIT: Okay, so I realize that the excerpt needed more to it for the man's description to be slightly more understandable. ._. This is where the way I write gets cumbersome.
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