I don't think I could explain why (beyond, perhaps, "visual overindulgence") I ended up drawing Ismial with a mana injector hanging over him. Still waffling on the colours of his clothing, and thinking of putting some trees in the background.
Given my intense loathing of syringes, I think this may be the first time my muse just bitch-slapped me and told me to draw what she wanted, phobias be damned.
Friday, March 5, 2010
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