This is Nayal (pronounced 'Nail'). She is my own lady dragon. This is how she looks with out her 'bikini-armor', so to speak. She was raised by a fox and is very loyal and protective of him. She wont attack close friends of her master because he says so, but even then it takes some time before she'll trust a friend of his. Anyway, she's somewhat of a mystery and a secret. She does not breathe fire. But, she has a way with concentrated energy of sorts and cold. She also has this staring thing and her eyes look like a plasma lamp, going from light green, blue, and silver depending on what she's doing. In the dark, she has little spots and stripes that light up along her neck and back. If you want to draw her, just let me know. In the mean time, I hope you all like her.
Yay! Finally managed to shift that bloody artist block. I've been on and off this one for a while now, since February actually. Hope you like.
Every journey had it's risks. Every dare its potential rewards. And every slumber held eternity.
Even though the necessity of power was endlessly sought by all those who still wandered the vast decay of the world, over the centuries, Sally had evolved other methods of replenishing her energy levels. As well as the power supplements she 'gathered' from the few remaining Robians, who in turn had attempted to 'gather' it from her, Sally had developed abilities no other possessed.
She named it Respite, a type of hibernation that allowed her to regenerate her systems and re-charge her power levels without any external source. Dark energy cells, a mastery of the sub-atomic, the evolution seemingly allowed the impossible. Even Sally herself didn't fully understand the works behind it; her mechanical biology; but it held one very real danger.
During Respite, all senses were reduced to a minimum, all awareness of her surroundings diminished, her external links with Mobius' ancient GPS network severed. Any hostile could walk up right next to her and she would never notice; only physical contact would trigger a defensive response. Respite itself took time to complete, for every 70 years she roamed, approximately 2 years were taken for slumber, during which she left herself completely open to attack.
But eternity waits with infinite patience. Likewise, Sally lay in Respite. In wait. Ready to strike with a very deadly weapon, one which had taken her 4 decades to design and manufacture.
The Positron blade. An advanced anti-matter weapon capable of defeating any armour or energy field that an enemy might carry. The blade existed in two states: matter and anti-matter. When the physical blade made contact with an enemy a very brief surge of anti-electrons surged a few molecules above the surface of the weapon, annihilating the opponents matter. Due to the energy required to produce the anti-matter, it's existence was kept to a minimum, a fraction of a femto second. Sally had to some degree used the same Respite technology to power the blade. Even still, the anti-matter properties of the weapon were limited to a handful of strikes and were to be used with care. Even still, a fraction of a femto second was all that was needed to wreak utter destruction on her foes.
Me: Yeah, I know. This is the part where you complain that I drew a chick and didn't put any boobs on her and everyone laughs because they think it's funny when you complain about everything not having enough boobs.
Satan: Actually I was going to complain that there's no COCK! Where's the COCK!? You can't have a totally BANG-hump-hot-fuckable bishonen furry with no COCK! That's like drawing a leopard without spots! God said, let there be light. I say, let there be COCK! COCKS EVERYWHERE!
Me: ………………….. *Facepalm*
Satan: You want cock in your face?
Satan: Oh wow, there too? Kinky.
Me: *rears back and yowls*
Satan: You want to be ridden like a bucking bronco?
Me: *Starts gesturing wildly to the heavens*
Satan: On the ceiling!? O__O That could be a bit tricky.
Me: *Growls murderously at Satan*
Satan: By ME!?
Me: *Grabs a baseball bat*
Satan: WOW! You kinky bizzle! I didn't know you swing that way! Get it "swing that way? Bud-um-CHA! Giggidy-giggidy!
Me: That pun alone should be punishable by death but considering the magnitude and manifoldness of your war crimes against my braincells, I hereby banish you to the land of No Boobs Anywhere, Forever. *BANISHED*
Satan: *Picks self up, looks out onto the horizon at the land of no boobs* OH MY GOD!!!
Me: >8} Muahahah.
Satan: COCKS! COCKS EVERYWHERE! COCKS AS FAR AS THE EYE CAN SEE!!! ………………YIPEE! *dives in*
Me: *Rage face*
Satan: U mad?
Me: *Spontaneously converts to devout Catholicism* _____
So apparently today is cat day......
Sci-fi isn't really my forte but I gave it my best shot. Enjoy. Or not. Whatever boats your float.
Zbrush, Blender, Photoshop. 45 hours... ish..... emphasis on "ish."