pick-a-paint-brush:“An Akeilon grovelling on its knees. How fitting.”Around him, Damen was aware of
pick-a-paint-brush:“An Akeilon grovelling on its knees. How fitting.”Around him, Damen was aware of the attention of courtiers, gathered to witness the Prince’s receipt of his slave. Laurent had stopped dead the moment he had seen Damen, his face turning white, as though in reaction to a slap or an insult.This is entirley not what I’d set out to draw. Oh well, I had too much fun with this charcoaly brush and was swept away with it. I really like how it turned out though it’s a shift from how I normally draw… -- source link