_{Dipping from the skies, winds at her will, her voice alive on the scorching southern air. So tranquil a demeanor belying a voice of thunder and a soul on fire; Wind-bringer of the South.}

FINALS ARE OVER, MOVED BACK TO TEXAS, TIME TO CELEBRATE. ARTTT

Trying to sketch away some stress.
Only one more final to go.

I never draw dragons anymore how did that happen

Bff was having a bad day, doodled dragon nuzzles for him

Another little painting of my fursona.

Watercolour, coffee, salt, & prismacolour premier coloured pencils.

Painting of my fursona, Cry, from tonight’s livestream session. Thanks to Rebecca for keeping me company <3

Watercolour, coffee, salt, & prismacolour premier coloured pencils.

Gesture drawings of my fursona.

Ahh I need to keep these as a reference before I add wings and cover up her anatomy.

Sketch of my fursona, Cry.

Another sketch of Cry. I’ve been practicing her anatomy like this a lot lately, but I’m not sure if I should paint or colour them or not.

She was a hurricane

But now she’s just a gust of wind

She used to set the sails of a thousand ships

Was a force to be reckoned with.

She could be a Statue of Liberty

She could be a Joan of Arc

But he’s scared of the light that’s inside of her