A fierce,rebellious,individualistic,stoic demoness who is eventually exiled from her home in Alceridia by Qasaherim.she is found by Erik and the rest of the peasant teenagers lying down cold and disturbed all by herself with ripped clothes.she recovers but she vows to kill Qasaherim once she returns to her normal form and to hell.she faces everyday obstacles as a peasant while Qasaherim laughs at her misery.She can read minds,open black holes,change time,time travel (which can be painful) she does have a final form (alceridians don't have final forms unless they were gifted by their creators for a special reason)but it's abominable and inconceivable and it's 700ft tall Qasaherim has a form similar to hers too.
Haven't drawn her in a long time to the point that I was not able to draw her,she honestly looks better in my head I just need to know how to draw wrinkles better since she has an appearance of a 50 year old woman,Qasaherim is Elveridrel's (it's not elverelyn anymore) archnemesis,she is as powerful as her however Qasaherim doesn't have any wings,she exiled El and continues to psychologically torture her and the peasant teenagers in the mortal world.Like El she is a fallen angel type.No glowing effect this time :/ but I will redraw this again!She only wears a dress once she wears armor just like El
Tried my Poscas on a sheet of toned tan paper in my sketchbook, and doodled up this cute rubber hose like bat character enjoying a nice Halloween night while being carried by 3 spooky/funny jack -0-lantern balloons.
I have a buddy, Rad, who has farm and has always been into motorcycles. Rad hardly ever uses the computer, so I make And send him postcards via snail mail. I informed Rad that I was into Medieval art and found this ancient illustration he might find interesting.
“Love the life you live, live the life you love. ” Robert Nesta "Bob" Marley, OM was a Jamaican singer, songwriter, and musician. Considered one of the pioneers of reggae ...
As I walked by a vacant storefront in downtown, I noticed a plastic bottle stapled near the bottom of a door. There seemed to be a piece of paper rolled up inside of the bottle. "Ha!" I said to myself, "A message in a bottle!"
The last few days, I've been going through my drawing journals dating back to 1977, mainly to purge them, but also to reminiscence. I laughed at this comic- one of many that I had forgotten about- of a conversation with an artist friend I've known since 1984, when I went to visit in her pottery shop.
Devil's coach horse beetle.
British folklore has it that a beetle has eaten the core of Eve's apple, and that a person who crushes such beetle is forgiven seven sins.
Poor beetles! https://www.instagram.com/p/CTNru1QLEpY/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link
It is sort of strange how there have been 4 versions of Elizabeth, Preistor, etc., while there have only been 2 versions of Jester--- not anymore, though! A little bit of lore you you all, too ;)
Clearly I have a problem. I am obsessed with my first pet in over fifteen years. How I have missed having a pet. Mostly because of allergies I have avoided pet ownership. Recently I bought four big air purifiers and two budgies. I vacuum frequently. Join me in celebrating the love of pets.
I'm working on finishing this with watercolor and pen. It symbolizes growing up and the important relationships between old and young. Critiques are appreciated.
