"Why do you guard him so, Hound?" Flins asks quietly.
Beside him at the feast table, Illuga is slumped over snoring on a stack of reports, empty coffee mug to one side. Flins' cup of tea is cold and undrunk. Under the table, laying on their feet, is the great black wolf.
A golden eye winks open.
SHE WOULD LIKE HIM. It says.
"She?"
YES.
Flins hums. "Who is 'She'?"
EVERYTHING.
So first of all I blame this entirely on Roxy and a shortfic she wrote that made me yell. I got the setting and some details wrong but the image in my head was very specific about what it wanted and ultimately I am at the mercy of my muse.
I'm definitely enjoying exploring digital art. Shading is still kicking my ass. Also perspective is a fucking genie who beat me up and stole my lunch money. Pretty damn pleased with how this turned out, though! Looking forward to more fanart in the future :D
... maybe nothing with quite so detailed a background for a while though ^-^;;