Completed work for Shard Studios on thier pen and paper title!

Loooved working on this one!

Also, guys I'm at AC! Will be wandering and hopefully in AA, and sketchbook commissions are OPEN!

Story snippet:

As the battle ends, my thoughts are of my master...
The suns have seen the results of my anger, and the crimson sands of the Spiral Arena are all the more saturated with vibrant color than they were when I had first stepped upon them to defend the petulant insult hurled by my own lord Atuvahn. I look down upon my enemy, soaked in blood; more and more spilling out upon her gray muzzle and bared fangs, covering her breasts, splattering her eyes as they glare widely into my own. I see her in the final moments, the bright yellow of her wolf’s eyes reflecting my own serpentine face as I watch her beneath me, panting on her back in the hot arena sand. She and I are no different, really; both Honor Guards in service to our lords...though “honor” may be a term that no longer applies to me.

My uncontrollable rage has seen to that.

“Never on the sands” my master always said, “never let your anger guide you on the sands of the blessed Spiral Arena... The Devah always know, and the price is always honor lost...”

This day, those gathering in our city’s Spiral Arena will see many battles, great and small. And disputes of honor such as ours are common. The shining grey coat of the she-wolf representing my noble lord’s enemy glistened in the mid-day light of the two suns as she stepped out from the shadows of the armory’s arches and took her place on the opposite side of our assigned arena circle. Her pet kelléndu chittered at her side, its mantis-like head snapping back and forth between me and its owner as I slid into place to greet her. She is here because my Aryah publicly insulted her Aryah, and honor must be defended at all costs, including the living sacrifice of warrior-caste vassals such as ourselves.

The battle, as always, had begun so well for me. Being a viper, I am fast. And my lashing tail is usually quick to pry the legs of my enemies from beneath them, to send them crashing to the earth. All too soon she will be at my mercy, and my crystal blades will taste her life.