This is my latest work. A task from Blizzard China's distributor NetEase. I tried to use some of the traditional Chinese art style which is known as ink wash panting when sketched and colored it:
Chen Stormstout, the legendary pandaren brewmaster who just returned to his ancestors' homeland of Valley of the Four Winds in Pandaria, was enjoying his leisure afternoon at the brook bank. There's no bliss better than having a cup of fresh and cool beverage while crossing feet on the stone which served as cushion.
But then, the breeze shifted and the delicate fragrance of bamboo leaves was replaced by the odor of ancient wood. As Chen glimpsed the incoming visitor, he immediately realized who the man clad in monk robe with a string of spirit beads on his neck was.
Chen understood the traditions. The people of Pandaria were indomitable, competitive, and peaceful. This was an honorable duel. A fight to know each other's force and technique in martial art. It's how pandarens learned their progress and lessons.
Needless for another word. He rose up and cupped his hands with a courteous bow. The monk returned with the same manner as both of their faces smiled at each other. Then, swift as an hawk, Chen took a leap and crashed down with his staff as the monk parried the blow unhurriedly with his crescent shovel.
I thought long about this concept but the final idea came to me right as I was going to sleep, a giant dragon skeleton entwined in massive roots.
But what happened here? Feel free to think up a backstory behind this place!
A twig snapped underneath my boot, breaking the awed silence that had befallen me and my companion.
Emerging from the forest, the sight shook me to the core. You grew up hearing about it, the great beast, its mouth open in its last roar of defiance that was now forever silence. But nothing could have prepared me for the actual sight... It stood as a reminder to us all, its shadow looming over the city below never letting the inhabitants forget of the time when our lands were ruled by mighty beasts. Yet we had won.
This thought I had the most trouble comprehending. The sheer size of the monster had to be seen to be believed, it's wingspan alone stretching as long as the cliff face behind it stood tall. How could one human have prevailed over such a beast?
But he had...
One lone man, a traveller to the common eye but deep within his veins, magic ran deep. The last dragon had no hope, or that is how they tell the story. That the beast, although the oldest and last living dragon to terrorise the skies and lands below was no match for the spirits that bowed before the mage. He had entombed it in the land that it had once ruled. Not dead just frozen.
I felt a shiver run through me as I looked up at the skull, at the holes that still seemed to hold eyes and a hidden power. Magic in the land had died out along ago.
Well, this is my first post. I looked around the space art category a bit and found that many people have done this before. Nevertheless, here's my own version! The idea was to make one side good and the other evil. I hope you like it!
That's my entry, finally over. I tried to put the best I can do at the moment. Over 9000 hours of work, I dropped all other works to try this shot, the perfect opportunity to self challenge and self improvement.
Very impressive entries, one of the hardest contests I ever seen on DA. People really love creatures.
It isn't an easy life for a pokemon to live in Vegas. Gotta know the hood, and know where you stand... I got away just before the heat goes up there... Not sure if anyone want to be around... unless you are a water type that can cool it down? hahaha
Other wild pokemon from this series you can find the other wild pokemon here [link]