Thursday, December 30, 2010
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Friday, November 12, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
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Saturday, October 30, 2010
Finally gave him a proper colour scheme, after all this time. He's mostly unchanged from his first conception, except for the scarred right eye. The scar is a physical manifestation of the power he's gotten from Cerberus.
I was a little afraid I'd gone too far with the purple, but looking at it now it actually came out quite nice. Purple is not a colour I usually use, so this was interesting.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Hitsuji looks a little psychotic here, derp. :V
Top down view of the stage this time, the rocks and obstacles make this a great one for Uma who uses ranged weapons.
Hitsuji can augment her tonfas with energy, making them sharp like blades.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Related post: http://zodiacbattle.blogspot.com/2010/06/artslam-34-37.html
I want power.
I want to be stronger.
He chanted those mantras in his head, over and over. He had been wandering in Purgatory for… he didn’t even know how long. At times it would feel like seconds, and at others it would feel like he had been stumbling around for tens of thousands of years. He wasn’t good at keeping track of time, but if he had to guess, it might have been close to five thousand years.
He had suffered a graceless defeat in the race, behind the twelve animals that had beaten him. Even the pig. And that was the part he couldn’t fathom, couldn’t forgive himself for. If he couldn’t even beat the pig – that cumbersome, good-for-nothing sack of meat – then he couldn’t even hope to accomplish a fraction of the things he had dreamed of.
And he had plenty of time to dream.
Not too long ago (or perhaps it had been a few seconds ago, he really couldn’t tell), a voice had called out to him. A voice telling him to find it, telling him that to find it would be to find a source of infinite power. That alone – the promise of greater power – had urged him on from his stupor, and gave him renewed strength.
I want to be stronger.
I want revenge on those who defeated me.
I want the world to burn.
He didn’t know how he knew, but he was heading closer to the voice with every step he took. There had been a constant presence in the back of his head since he first heard the voice, and it seemed to grow stronger as he went on.
After what seemed like an eternity, he arrived at a large cavernous opening on the side of a mountain. Chains criss-crossed over its entrance, and there were multiple talismans over it, to keep whatever was inside from breaking out. The voice whispered tantalisingly in his head, louder than ever. He had found it.
Cautiously, he approached the chains. A pair of red eyes glowed as he drew closer, and he flinched. The voice comforted him, reassuring him that it was nothing to be afraid of, and that he should destroy the talismans.
He reached out and tore a talisman from the chain. Removing one caused a chain reaction, and the remaining talismans fell to the ground in a fluttering heap. The mountain rumbled, and he could sense a massive being inside moving. The chains around the entrance collapsed, and he had to run back to prevent from being crushed.
The red eyes he saw earlier glowed with a stronger intensity. The mountain rumbled again, but it wasn’t the earth moving, it was the creature growling. He gasped and scrambled backwards as a clawed paw thudded on the ground in front of him, one of its claws nearly impaling him.
What emerged from the mountain was a being even he couldn’t have imagined. It had the form of a wolf, but it was clearly accentuated with demonic qualities. Spikes rose from the top and at the sides of its head, and at each of its limb joints. As it continued forward, he saw that it had two pairs of wings – a pair of huge, leathery wings grew from its shoulders, and a smaller pair of black, feathery wings rose from the middle of its back. It swished around a long, scaled tail, which was topped off at the end with a sharp, menacing curved spike.
The voice spoke in his head again, stronger than ever before. His head felt like it was going to explode, unable to contain the massive presence.
I promised you infinite power, and you shall have it. The voice said, resonating in his head.
Amazingly, the creature – the demon, he thought – dissolved into nothing more than a spirit, and drifted toward him. Without warning, it penetrated his very being. He screamed soundlessly, feeling the sudden agony of being invaded by such a powerful entity. Light exploded from his eyes, and suddenly, he collapsed to the ground in a heap.
When he rose, he was different. He was stronger, more powerful. The voice was there again, whispering its plans, telling him what to do. Together they would accomplish more than they would have achieved had they been alone.
He had finally gotten what he wanted. Soon, revenge would come.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Preview sketch for the cover of chapter 6.
Disclaimer: Although I'm using characters set in WW2, I'm not actually making any statements or whatever about it. I just needed two characters who have a rivalry and that were set in the past. WW2 was the first that came to mind.
That said, I'm really excited about drawing this chapter!
Saturday, July 31, 2010
A version of this image without the text will soon be available on the main site as a wallpaper!