I just want to take a moment to say thank you, for watching and staying in communication with me! I really enjoy our conversations together! It can be hard on DA sometimes for people to find others that they can chat with on a regular basis. Some don't respond at all, and that's okay too. Some artists are very popular and busy. For those of you who take the time to respond to comments and notes, this is for you!:
Friends and Best Friends: (Mostly people I constantly talk to.)
New People I've Met Recently:
I'm also wanting to start pulling aspiring writers together. Please check out this group here It's a group dedicated to tracking helpful and quality information down. Aside from this, I would like to start a folder for people who are interested in critique trades. We will hopefully be further developing this down the road. For now, it's in an alpha stage.
Please take some time to check out and writing. They are really good. You can expect to see them in group as well.
Digital and Traditional Art:
A Matter of Honour: The Nuisance
Somewhere in the Eastern wilds, The High Elven Empire.
506th year under the seal.
The crude word sounded strange and foreign on the young girls' tongue, jarring William from his thoughts abruptly.
Hey, enough of that. I've got enough on my mind right now without you cursing all the time.
The girl shook her head, kicking idly at a rock as they wandered down the dirt path. Her dark blue-black skin shone a bit as the high afternoon sun beat down upon their heads, a trickle of sweat running it's way down her neck to soak into the filthy torn fabric that had once been a very expensive set of clothing. Now the tunic and trousers hung to her young frame like moss on a stone, torn and frayed all over.
William panted as they marched on, the heat pressing down on his small furry body like an anvil. He paused and sniffed at the side of the road,
A Matter of Honour: Vengeance
Somewhere in the Westwatch Mountains, The Frozen North.
210 Ait Siochanta (207th year under the seal)
"Well," Xerix muttered to himself ruefully as he trudged doggedly through a snowbank "this is probably the quietest snowstorm I've ever been in."
The giant fluffy flakes of snow gently floated downwards in nearly straight lines with no wind to disturb them, almost making the traveller feel as if he were walking through curtains of soft clouds whenever there was a break in the foliage overhead. The forest itself was eerily quiet; all sound was instantly muffled by the snowflakes in the air, making the Xerix feel like he was the only being in existence as he slowly crunched his way through the underbrush.
However tranquil the storm was, Xerix still felt like cursing it. The men he had been tracking for almost six days had been exceptionally hard to follow before, but now he had absolu
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Some New Things From Me:
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Some Really Old Concept Artworks: