This is me trying to force myself to do more full body pose practices but dressing the pose up with a fantasy character. I believe I’ve called this character “The Shy Knight” in the past
Fanart illustration of some very thirsty Innistrad Vampiress and a presentation how it might look as a card. I would love to work for Wizards of the Coast one day!
I’m slowly getting closer to finishing this lovely ladies. The last couple of days I spent buried underneath blankets,because I caught some nasty bug.
I’ve decided to go with the folk elements of the blonde’s clothes,like ribbons attached to the wreath,a black vest and a shirt with embroidery,a floral skirt and an apron.
Start ID: Elian holds out his bare arms, trying to turn the awkward situation into a joke as he asks “It look like I got any weapons on me?”
The Angra boys takes in this crazy, ridiculous and impulsive boy. There’s something about him…
He closes his eyes.
“Next week.”
Elian is surprised. “Eh?”
The Angra boy opens one eye, looking calmly, firmly, at Elian. “If you want a weapon to pass your rite with, then fight me. Next week. Close by the river. This time, don’t hold back.”
Start ID: Nania turns her attention back to the boy, holding out a hand. “Well– since we both helped you bring down your monster, you need to give it to Elian. It’s only fair.”
Elian places his hands on her shoulders, smiling sheepishly and speaking over her. “Ignore her, you can keep it!” he says. “It was just a fertilizer rune and a bit of brawn! I’ve gotta carry Nania back, anyways– I don’t think I can carry her and the monster!”
“Ellia… you’ll never be a warrior like this…” Nania mutters, but the boy overhears.
“Wha– you still haven’t passed your trial? Made your weapon?” he asks.
Elian freezes up hearing this, while Nania smirks at him, seeing he’s been caught.
Start ID: The Angra boy fires the arrow, which seems to divide in air, several flaming bolts falling down to leave the beetle still and smoking as the boy lands on the ground again, and glances at the bug’s corpse over his shoulder; his expression neutral.
Meanwhile Elian is now at Nania’s side, holding her up as she lies prone. The blood covering much of his front smears on her face and clothes.
“Nia?” Elian asks. “You okay, you awake? Can ya talk?”
Start ID: Elian is the first to leap into action. Fuelled by pure adrenaline, he rips a leg off of the beetle’s body, blood spattering across his front. As the beetle stands destabilized, he body slams it again, flipping it onto its back. For a moment he stands backlit, as the Angra boy jumps up behind him, nocking another flaming arrow.
Start ID: Nania stands between Elian and the beetle, as it finally hoists the tree out of the soil. Before either Elian or the Angra boy can move, Nania is whacked by the tree trunk and thrown across the clearing, as both boys look on in horror.
“NANIA!” Elian yells, but the Angra boy only looks focused.
Start ID: On the ground, the beetle barrels into one of the trees in the forest, its upper horn piercing clean through and becoming stuck. Elian is thrown clear of the crash, as the Angra boy stands watching and Nania races towards them. She catches Elian and steadies him, watching with a vengeful glare as the beetle lifts the tree’s roots straight out of the soil. Clearly this won’t keep it trapped for long.
Start ID: Cut back to Elian, still desperate holding onto the massive hercules beetle. He thinks to himself, (Maaaaaaybe I was a little too impulsive…) then covers his nose with one hand, desperately hanging onto the beetle’s horn with his remaining arm.
(What’s that smell!?) he wonders, glancing back down towards the ground, then notices something. (? It’s turning around?)
