A little while back, we'd finished all four campaigns in Left4Dead (and I'd completed all on Advanced setting). For want of something new to do, I said, "Why don't we try Dead Air (our most recent campaign) on Expert?"
Admittedly, we weren't faring too well - on Expert you take up to four times as much damage as on Advanced - but we were still holding up. Until a horde hit us in one of the apartments, that is. One minute I heard the warning music come on... the next, my screen turned black and white, the words WRAITH KILLED FARLANDER ominously appeared, and, amid the chaos, I heard WraithTen blurt out over the headset, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!..."
That wasn't the only time she'd put a hole through me, by the way.
I'd been threatening WraithTen with this for ages now, but she's always laughed it off as one of those things I'm always drawing but never finish. Well! if that wasn't motivation to complete this, I don't know what is.
Zoey is WraithTen. Louis is me. Left4Dead is the property of Valve. I think.
15,000 kiriban #1 for one of my three counter-breakers, ~WraithTen.
Tory wanted the pilots from Aaron Allston's X-Wing: Wraith Squadron trilogy. Well, I wasn't going to cram twenty-odd characters into one picture, so I decided to go with the lineup from the second book, Iron Fist. (Because I wanted Phanan in it, and I didn't want to draw Falynn). The pilots are:
a vampire from "the Strain", the amazing book by Guillermo Del Toro... the amazing AND creepy book that is giving me nightmares but DAMN I love it. and I have too much fun while drawing blood, way too much.
On November 21st 2011 Anne McCaffery passed away at the age of 85 from stroke. Throughout her life she has created masterpieces though the forms of novels based on her Pern universe and her Ship that Sang series.
When I was a child her Dragonriders of Pern novels were what I grew up on. Reading her profiles then I thought this was from another dead writer until not very long ago. Sadly I have never had the chance to meet her as many did in the various conventions she had traveled to in her life.
You all know I rarely do fanart or tribute art, as this piece is, but Anne McCaffrey has pretty much been my strongest inspiration throughout my childhood growing up. Her written works spurred me to draw more than I ever had, based on the old style art covers from the book trilogy I had and still have today - Dragonsong, Dragonsinger, and Dragondrums. Since those three books I had craved to read more and more of this amazing headworld she created. And for a child who's not even in her preteens I was already reading on a tenth grade level and plowing through these books like nothing and sketching firelizards when I could. The fascination even went so far as to create firelizard shaped gliders that I would fly around the house in Maine.
Since discovering her passing earlier this night, I felt compelled to come out in the open at last, if late, to show my appreciation for the inspiration her works have given me to keep at what I love best and deliver to you today what has taken years of diligent self-study to achieve. Her son Todd seems very promising in taking and continuing his mother's legacy despite his initial works produced.
In this piece you'll notice a few things automatically. The firelizard was intentionally made to not follow the two common forms seen floating around DA, but rather a hybrid of three. The long trailing tendrils on top of the head and the wing claws as well as the long tail were borrowed off of the version of the little critters I grew up accepting as their true appearance from the old-style covers. In the newer books the appearances changed and I balked at them, considering them less, graceful, than the former versions, but I've grown to accept that it is in the taste of the artist and the writer that determines appearance. The Firelizard herself represents the ancestor of the Dragons of Pern, or in this case, Anne herself, and the larger Gold Queen Dragon egg represents the future potential starting to bud that is Todd McCaffrey.
I plan to email this to Todd as a symbol of my appreciation for what his mother has done for many in sharing her joy of the Pernese dragons, and to show that I, and most likely many others of the fanbase, would like to see her dream continued in future installments of the world of Pern.
If you want to color your own to send in or simply post to show your appreciation for this amazing woman, I'll be posting the lineart shortly for you to download.
In the distance, low on the horizon, were lightning flashes against a gray sky.
Thread! Fear rooted her to the ground; she nearly choked on the half-chewed mouthful of greens. She tried to talk herself out of terror by counting the flashes of dragon fire that made a pattern across the sky: a wide, long pattern. If the dragonriders were already at work, the Thread wouldn't get as far as here. She was a long way from it.
But how far away was safe?
[...] She told herself firmly that now was not the time to panic. She forced herself to swallow the last of the cress juices. Then she had no control over her legs; they took off with her and she was running, towards the sea and towards the rock safety of her cave.
Beauty appeared above her head, swooping and chittering as she caught Menolly's fear. Rocky and Diver arrived with Mimic popping in a half-breath later. They experienced her alarm, circling around her head as she ran, calling out with the piercingly sweet tenor bugle of challenge.
[...] She ran as close to the bluff edge as she dared. She'd slithered down one cliff without desperate damage to herself: she'd risk it again to get into the water if she had to.
She ran, one eye on the Dragon Stones, one for the ground ahead of her feet.
She heard the whoosh, heard the fire lizards' startled chirrups, saw the shadow and fell to the ground covering her head instinctively with her hands, her body taut for the first feel of flesh-scoring Thread. She smelt fire-stone, and felt the air heavy against her body.
"Get on your feet, you silly fool! And hurry. Leading edge is nearly on us!"
Incredulous, Menolly looked up, right into the whirling eyes of a brown dragon. He cocked his head and hummed urgently.
"Get up!" said his rider.
-Dragonsong, by Anne McCaffrey.
I took a few liberties with this... the Dragon Stones are behind Menolly since I wanted her to face us on the page, and I still wanted to see them--so I put them behind her. I also tried thinking of a good composition with the brown dragon and his rider coming on top of Menolly, with their shadow falling over her, and I could have done something like that (probably more effective, too...) with the use of one or two more panels, but the bottom panel image was stuck in my head so I decided to draw that instead.