Work in progress of an illustration for the next installment of The Wandering Stranger!s
Alfar, the archaic voice which lived in his head muttered, ill at ease. Whatever it was, this alfar had the appearance and demeanor of a general. Or an executioner.
I was working on something cool, which is why I missed a post this past Wednesday!
It looked at him with its beady black eyes. From the shadows he could see nothing, except for those eyes.
At this point I'm already late to the party, but I had to do this sooner or later. Back in January I received RoseBlood from Owlcrate, and while I loved the cover art I could tell that there were going to be tears.