Woo I'm back for like a few seconds! Inktober art be upon ye (technically a bit early but I'm doing it well out of order):
23 - Rust
Moonlight reveals he has shifted in his trance, but rivulets of drying blood remain. They trail down his neck to mar the mirror sheen of his scales, as though silver could rust…
It's literally free not to make Astarion-powered bad decisions, but my sweet Tav, Lúth, persists 😌. He's brave like that 😌. Probably more Inktober pieces to come later! Just have to finish the lighting & background on a Wrath comic, will see how possessed by the art drive I remain afterwards.










