Made this mainly so that the polyarmory playlist had a cover. I'm very pleased with it as it let me go into more detail on some armor pieces (even though I wasn't planning to) which is a rarity.
I'm taking a short break from the containers since I've kinda burned out doing all that chipping, though the 3 blue/orange ones are done and hopefully the others are going faster once I return since they're all one color
Either way this is my little in between project which I censored a little since I'm not sure tumblr would be ok with this? Base colors are all on already and first layers on scales and skin are done so far
Still plenty to do, but I think I got a vision where I wanna go with it for now so that's why I thought I'd post a WIP shot :D
His words haunt. Not moreso than the look of guilty non-existence that glitters in his eyes each and every time she looks upon him. As if no single ounce of her warmth and welcome can penetrate the armour The Little One has given him in place of what was once living flesh. Ben does not yet need a rebreather. His long and thin limbs are still his own but they are all mechanical movement. If she were to close her eyes, she could imagine the hum of energy through wire, a staccato pumping of fluids rather than blood from his heart.
Oh how the hate taints even her dreams. She does. Hates all of them who have done this. The younglings. Their master. How history repeats itself the same as the nature that surrounds herself and the boy. But though she sees so much of Anakin in him, she will sooner join her Za'lali in death ere she lets his fate befall Ben.
She watches Coaxoch, her favourite of her her cultivated hawkwasps, test footing on the boy's sleeve. How its stamens quiver and pollen sprinkles on Ben's boots. On the ground between them. Goes dancing in the air currents to be carried back toward the cage. It is an earthy smell, a little musty and a little sweet. It is an acceptance though afterwards it returns to her shoulder, where from her pail she produces a bloody chunk of flesh that it immediately begins to devour. The sight is not pleasant. Not pretty. In time, it will become something Ben remembers.
Her clean hand rises. Caught in the morning sun, it carries a faint green tinge. She wonders yet if he has discovered her people's most guarded secret and if he has not, that too will come in time. He is now and thereafter, one and the same as she. A noble scion of a great house. Destined to perhaps become the culmination of everything his grandfather would have become. Greater. Worlds will hush when his name is spoken. People will know. They will see the depth of the goodness and the justness of his heart. She feels in in her soul, in the living Force itself.
Her knuckles brush the shadow beneath his chin. Follows that bone to its terminus.
"And where, my child, does yours hide?"
The spe that gave me the first push in my adventure, since its the Espeon's day i wanted to cherish the ones who have inspired me to get where I am now~
It's been a spell since I've done watercolors, so to get the ball rolling again, I've decided to paint (part of) the polyarmory. It was fun since I've only done them digitally for so long.
There are little details on each I love like the fire with Zora and Roxanne, Meszahi's armor, and Coaxoch's shield. Coaxoch's wings are Very Shiny in person and I think that that's just how it should be (the scanner never shows the metallics rip)
Coaxoch is finished and photos are taken, very fun mini to paint and I had a chance to try out a bunch of new things, some of which went better than others, but I like how everything turned out in the end
I read up a bit on the guidlines and I think it should be ok to post this as long as I flag it mature, so here's the spinny vid as well:
“..As for a sample I’ll give you this!” The small crystal hovered gently above the fox’s tail. “It’s a small ice crystal I create to help keep me cool in hot places. It can keep you cool or possibly can be used to stop a predator from attacking you for a few seconds. So I advise, use it wisely.” The ninetales winked, “It’s no force to be reckoned with.”