Finally Got Around To Drawing Three. I Modeled My Take On It After Some Of My Early Concept Sketches

Suburban Wyvern Wrangling

An intro I wrote over a year ago for a story I’ll likely never get around to continuing, at least not for a long while. I’m still pretty proud of this though so, thought I might as well post it. (And yes, I know the title sucks.)

Chasing after a dragon in the edge of town was the last thing Latisha wanted to be doing at 9pm.

She could be resting at home, watching some adorable parrot videos on her phone, but no, she just had to get a call from her boss telling her how there had been sightings of a cat-sized, lizard bat soaring over Minchester Park. She could be driving to her job’s local office to drop off the creature, but no, it just had to be a skittish wild dragon, rather than a more approachable domesticated one. She could be tackling the reptile to the ground right now, but no, it just had to be a British wyvern, one of the swiftest species out there. How in the world did a British wyvern even get to central Indiana? At least it was a dwarf species. But then again, if it were any larger, then a fully-equipped cryptid-catching team would have been called in to capture the beast instead of a single woman in an old hoodie.

Well, fuck then.

But Tish didn’t have time to dwell on that any further. She had to focus on catching up to the beast while maneuvering between lamp posts and flowering trees. She swerved around a picnic table, not taking her eyes off the dragon for even a second. This creature was fast, remaining a few strides ahead of her, and it didn’t show any signs that it would be landing soon. Tish silently pleaded that it would at least descend a bit just to give her neck a break from craning upwards.

The powers that be must have heard her pleas and decided to troll her, because the dragon ended up soaring past the entry arch of the park and straight into someone’s neighboring yard. It wasn’t just any yard though. It was one of those thousand square foot yards with a mansion-esque house in the middle of it.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” Tish groaned as she skidded to a halt. There was no way she could trespass on such lavish private property and get away with it. Even though it may have been nighttime in a part of town where most residents would be in bed by now, she still imagined the homeowners wouldn’t take kindly to finding a black woman in dusty attire sneaking through their property in search of an animal that, as far as they knew, was as fictional as magic wands.

Maybe the residents were hidumans and not visumans, and she could explain the situation to them. Oh, who was she kidding, the nearest hidumans who could afford to live in an apartment-complex-sized house most likely lived in Chicago, not in the suburbs of central Indiana. Tish knew that if the dragon remained over there much longer, there was going to be some sort of a ruckus tonight, no matter what action she chose to take.

Tish darted back and forth along the edge of the park, mirroring the dragon as it zigzagged over the lawn. Pushing back a few stray curls from her face, she took a quick glance at the digital watch on her wrist. It was 9:06. If she didn’t capture this dragon soon, she may end up having to just leave it behind. British wyverns were passive enough that she didn’t mind leaving it be, where it would at worst only spook a few people. What Tish didn’t want was a stern reprimand from her boss and $300 less in her paycheck for all her trouble. Considering how low the dragon was flying now, she may end up having to do so.

Much to her luck, surprise, and relief, the dragon ended up swooping out of the property, gliding towards the adjacent sidewalk. Tish immediately sprinted onto the walkway. The wyvern began slowing down as it continued to descend, allowing Tish to close the distance between her and the beast. A few moments later, it finally landed in a field of tall grasses bordering the sidewalk.

As soon as the creature had set foot on land, Tish crouched low to the ground. Her steps were now soft and slow as she snuck up on the dragon. The wyvern folded up its wings and sat down to rest, unaware that its pursuer was still nearby. Latisha crept ever closer to it, pausing for a moment after each step. She could not afford for it to go flying off again, not when it was only a few feet in front of her now.

When she had reached the edge of the sidewalk, Tish leaped onto the creature, pinning it down by the back with her hands. The dragon frantically flapped its wings and flailed its tail, letting out a shrill, falcon-like cry. Tish kept her head raised. Though dragons may not have been able to actually breathe fire, their strong tail whips sure felt as fiery as any blaze.

She turned her left arm onto the entirety of the dragon’s back, freeing up her right hand. Fumbling through the top pocket of her cargo shorts, she retrieved a small plastic packet. Tish secured one side of the packet firmly between her teeth, keeping her grip on it with her hand. With both her head and her hand, she yanked both sides of the plastic, tearing it in two. She quickly pulled out the sticky, white pad inside, letting the plastic casing fall to the ground.

As quickly and gently as she could with it struggling, Tish turned the dragon on its side, exposing its underbelly. She placed the pad on this softer region of its body and pressed down to ensure it remained secure. After a few seconds, the dragon’s movements steadily slowed and its cry became softer. Its entire body gradually became more limp, until it fell asleep. The only sounds and movements it made were those of its breathing.

The woman took a sigh of relief. Retying the headwrap holding up her hair, she took the moment to enjoy having finally caught the elusive creature.

She then turned around the baby sling she had wrapped around her body so that the carrying part of it rested just below her breasts. Supporting the dragon by its head and back, she lifted it up and snuggly cradled it into the sling. Ideally, Tish would have brought the containment box with her, but after the first few times she’d done so, she quickly learned that trying to wrangle in cryptids with a giant box in her hands only made the chase and capture more difficult.

Tish checked over the dragon to make sure that it was tightly tucked in and that its nose wasn’t obscured before getting back on her feet. She checked her watch once again: 9:15.

Looks like I’m going to have to run back to the car as well. Wait?

Where did I park again?

Some self-indulgent (well, more than usual) art of my fursona. I’ve pretty much always wanted to be a dad-mom, settle down and have kids with someone, but a lot in my life has made that very unlikely. So instead, Matonne gets to be my proxy.

His wife (and other mother to their kid) is the cat gal I sketched up 3 years ago (to the day and that was not planned). I still have no name for her or their kid.

[Image Description: Drawing of two humanoid furry characters sitting on a couch, talking to each other while drinking hot cocoa. The one on the left is an adult with tan fur, the head of a rabbit, the tail of a lion, and the legs of a horse. He is wearing a dress that says “World’s Okayest Dad” and holding a mug that says “#2 Mom, My wife won out”. He is also pregnant. He is smiling down at his toddler child as they raise their fist in joy. The toddler looks like a Siamese cat with white hands and white hooves for feet. They are wearing a yellow shirt with a blue heart on it, striped yellow leggings, and a bracelet. On the walls are various photos and paintings, some of these photos are of the characters and their family. End of Description]

Another ArtFight attack, this time friendly fire upon HazelSkye. I love me some galaxy print (or at least a gradient with sparkles) so as soon I saw this little cat-bat, I had to draw her. Brings me back to my days as a teen designing galaxy patterned kitties.

Finally set up my adoptable shop on DeviantArt. The above characters are all still on sale as of March 5, 2018 (and likely will stay that way for a while considering the adoptables market). My DA account can be viewed by clicking here.

[Image Description: Drawing of three clown children laying on the floor while watching a video on a tablet together. End of Description.]

Been a while since I’ve posted anything, so have three clown children watching a movie together. Specifically, it’s the royal Klownikov kids from the webcomic @cirqueduroyale. I highly recommend you go read it if you like soft or slice-of-life fantasy.

From left to right are Claudette, Red, and Charlie. I originally was just going to draw a headshot pic of the twins, but since it’s been so long since I’ve drawn an actual scene, I thought I’d take just draw all three of the kids doing something together.

Some friendly fire revenge of CherriLyme’s meerkat. Picked him cause I used to be obsessed with meerkats as a preteen. I finished the main drawing yesterday, but noticed earlier today that they had added that they’d like to see Thomas drawn being clumsy, and it honestly worked out in my favor cause I am not the best at drawing characters interacting with furniture and he’s a bit unbalanced in the main drawing.

[Image Description: Digital artwork of a Clefairy; a pastel pink, round, bipedal Pokémon with large cat-like ears, tiny fairy wings, a curl of hair atop its head akin to bangs, and a curly tail resembling a cinnamon roll. The background is dark blue with lighter blue stars on it, resembling a night sky. The line-art, shadows, highlights, and background all have a pixelated airbrush appearance to them. End Of Image Description]

It’s been a looooong while since I’ve posted any art. So to get myself at least a little bit back into the swing of things, I’ve decided to do a little drawing of one of my Pokémon faves, Clefairy.  I played around with the Dissolve Filter and pencil tool in Photoshop, and I have to saw I am in love with them.

[[Image Description: A drawing of a brown furry humanoid furry happily walking. This humanoid has the head of a rabbit, legs of a horse, and tail of a lion. He is wearing a pale yellow t-shirt, a pink skirt with a pattern of pink and yellow lemon slices on it, and a pendant necklace and earrings resembling lemon slices. The background is a pink watercolor lemon slice. End of Description.]]

For someone who loves fruit patterns, I don’t own any clothes with fruit on them. Guess that’s what a fursona’s for.

First time drawing one of my pal @nerdwingarts‘s characters for ArtFight. The outfit was probably the most challenging to come up with (you can tell my expertise lies mostly with modern Western fashion) but I had a lot of fun just drawing those giant wings.

Exit Strategy - Murderbot

Alt version with a different quote and blood under the cut

Network Effect - Bharadwaj