Tinwe in elvish translates to “spark” in common. The name of my sun-elf sun-paladin’s mount in a campaign of Curse of Strahd. Once a celestial dire-alpaca with golden soft wool of the plushest quality...the longer we have stayed in Barovia the more our magic has been twisted and warped by the land we stay in. Our celestial war-lock’s deity comes to her in dreams as a skeleton, our druid nearly turned to madness when his form in the full moon changed to that of a werewolf rather than a bear, now this. A gift of Amaunator turned to an undead creature that scared our entire party with its arrival in place of the golden boy, Tinwe. He is still a good boy that does his best.
Inks done in illustrator, coloring and sketching done in photoshop.