Huhhhhh… My kingdom is falling apart and my wife keeps running away to fight people…
Not a good picture of Flaer. His hair is too plastered to his skull. But I really really like the Moon-land emblem on his sleeve. Pretty Flaer!
Leslie: What is going on?
Flairé: I dunno, but… …you’re here, right?
Leslie: So… do you know Jen?
Flairé: Yeah, of course! D’you think that just because you’ve travelled back in time a few million years that I wouldn’t know my best friend?
Leslie: Even though she’s not actually born yet?
Flairé: Uh, yeah. I guess that would be the case. *THINKING*
Leslie: hahaha (He’s just as odd as Jen said he’d be… but he’s nice and friendly. But how did I get here, and what am I going to do?)
Whoohoo! And it’s time for another page. No background because I still don’t trust myself on ’em.
Leslie politely demands an explanation; Flairé is singularly useless at explaining things in a straightforward fashion. (I think second-to-last panel has him looking very pretty. <3 ) I wonder if he’s acting clueless in order to string the reader along with mystery. …Nah, that can’t be it. He’s just clueless.
Haven’t drawn the next page! I’d better get some done before next week! It’ll be an adventure!
I think his eyes are too light. I’m going to start using the dark green marker for him.
SAFE is not the word he’d use to describe it.
And the thrilling conclusion to the horse chase yesterday! Sort of. He makes it to the next village ahead of the raiders, and I had extra space so I drew a butterfly. His butterfly. Whatever. I mean his butterfly cloak pin. Whatever. This picture and the one before it were inspired by Mark Knopfler’s Speedway at Nazareth. Which is a song about racecars. Go figure.
Ride ’em cowboy! Ummmmm… no?
I used my soft-sketchy pencils for this one. Inspired by the Mark Knopfler song Speedway at Nazareth, especially the 5 minute instrumental second half (and maybe just a little bit of the horse race part of The Reivers suite by John Williams). I would say whoohoo but it’s not that great. Again, it’s just a concept. I was drawing while listening to the music so I had to work really fast. And by fast I mean that I blocked out the frames, and then scribbled in with just a couple strokes what happened in each frame, and then sketched it in full afterwards.
Flairé has been sent by his mother to warn the next village over that the main front is retreating to their position. Or something. Flairé is still quite young, a teenager, really, and quite cocky, and not really the fighting equal of those chasing him – yet. He is their equal at horse-riding. WOOT GO FLAIRÉ. The last frame is three poses within seconds of each other; he’s somehow spun around, watching the curve to see if his pursuers will come around the bend in the cliff, but then wheels his horse around and gallops off before they show up.
Guys, I can’t draw horses. Stop trying to tell me I can. : P
This is a poem I found on my computer last night while looking for a scene between Flairé and Marteth that I wrote a long time ago. I mean, I wrote both the scene and the poem a long time ago, though I’m pretty sure the poem came first. I’m not sure who the speaker is, but it’s either Zela or Flairé. So I decided to put it up today, rather than a picture. It’s an overly poetic description of the Pacific Northwest in free verse (I think).
I have walked in sunlit forests
Where the only sound was my breath
The golden light was all around me
And life was golden in the silence
Strange people! Posing!
Fire Emblem: The Tactician and the Heiress
drawn Oct 11, ’09
posted Nov 11, ’09
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The cover to Book 1 of my Fire Emblem 7: Rekka no Ken fanfiction. Not my best work, but it started out really sketchy, and then I got serious, and then I got bored. It’s kind of random, just some people posing. Not inspired like the other one. So it’s really only here as a concept. Blah. Lyn’s Legion, GO!
I’ll do a better job of this someday. Maybe. If I feel like it. ; )
As it is Remembrance Day, have some beautiful poetry. Continue reading
It’s a little tiny elf-person-thing! …Wait, that’s me.
This I drew to illustrate Zela’s sword for the purposes of obtaining my own for Hallowe’en. That’s why this picture DOESN’T LOOK LIKE ZELA AT ALL. I was planning to ink and colour me, and then draw Zela in pencil behind, showing that I’m very short in comparison being her, but am not her. But I never got around to it because this one didn’t turn out as good as I’d hoped. Some other time, I’ll do that. Oh, and that reminds me, I need to bug my dad about the pictures from this Hallowe’en.
I wrote so much on my NNWM last night… something like 4000 words. They just wouldn’t stop coming! I just got inspiration for the scene (the meeting between Zela and Lilar the silver dragon) and wrote and wrote and wrote. Of course, then I slept in until 11:00 this morning and missed my chance of going to study Mendelssohn. But I will still practice piano! After I write just a little more… I’m actually ahead! And I’ll be more ahead this evening! I’ve decided I’m going to try and catch up to XiaoCaity from the True Magic forum. She’s at 25,000 words right now, and I’m at 17,000. The candy thing (little reward after every 200, or 500 words) is actually kind of redundant. But it’s nice to have candy. Mmmm……
Flairé: Hey there! How are you?
Leslie: …I…uh…
Flairé: Well, I’m very pleased to see you. Miss Leslie, right?
Leslie: F-flairé…..?
Flairé: That’s right!
Whoo! It seems that Flairé already knows Leslie somehow. How could that be? Oh my dear goodness!
I don’t actually know. Yet. But I always have fun drawing Flairé. Stupidly faint coloured pencil background because I felt pen felt too permanent and I’m not so good at backgrounds yet.
W00t! I broke the 10,000 word mark in the Zela novel! I introduced an awesome new character whom I only vaguely knew before as “that friendly guy” and he had never appeared in text before, just in my head. I named him Tam.
W00T IT’S A PIANO
Huzzah! Now come listen to us all play brilliantly!
I think it might be rather long, so I hope you’re not sick of piano by the end of it.
I drew that based on the actual piano we will be playing on, using my grey-scale art markers. Also a golden art-style Sharpie. And a yellow non-Sharpie marker. And Photoshop. It wasn’t so hard once I got started.
You can’t tell that I used a different marker around the Steinway logo if you print it out. Click for a large, printable image!
Chapter 1: A Lord’s Quest Chapter 3: Twisted Paths
Chapter 2: Prize or Artefact?
Pent and his party were not met by anyone for a few days as they left Reglay, travelling across the neighbouring county as they headed closer to the mountains on the Etrurian/Lycian border. Every other night Pent used his little staff to contact Castle Wrigley, and every night contacted General Douglas in the capital, Aquleia.
“Well, I haven’t been able to find out how they discovered it,” Douglas told them two days later, camped in a small forest on the edge of a broad belt of farmland, right by a river, “but it is definite that Duke Ocery and Lord Blier have discovered your mission, and there are hints that Lord Arcard and Duke Nord have wind of it as well.”
Pent frowned. “Arcard? He’s just slippery enough to be trouble, though nothing has ever been proved. Nord and Blier are useless; I won’t worry about them just yet. But Arcard could be dangerous.”
“Don’t forget Ocery, either. He has power and determination enough to be a serious distraction and even a substantial threat to the kingdom, if he gained the power of the jewel.”
“I know, I know,” Pent said, pacing with his staff. Ceniro wondered if General Douglas found that at all disconcerting. “Blier will just want it for the prestige; a pretty bauble with fame. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was him who hired those clumsy assassins we met a few days ago. Nord would want the power and to move up the rank ladder. Ocery… is a bit more of a mystery, especially since he’s usually so straightforward.”
“He would also gain power. Consider it a combination of both Blier and Nord’s ambitions, backed by the strength and sheer willpower to hold on to them. Rhost, my youngest knight, is from his county in Deis… I have asked his insight.”
“And Arcard? He will be more subtle. He’ll lie, cheat, steal, and murder to obtain it – more so than the others, and more deviously – and play the good little king’s servant for a few years…”
“…and then stage a coup.” Continue reading