mouth illustration

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The rib wound was bad. Not deep enough to strike the heart, but deep enough to bleed goddamn everywhere and make Augustine’s desperate retreat up the mountain a complete agony. Worse was the pain of memory: the other (untainted, honorable, good) knight’s lip curled in disgust. Her boot hammering down on August’s pinned blade. The whine of warping steel. The shattering.

Finished this sketch! And a lil flavor text about the previously described scenario that led up to this. Poor August, at least they got a bitchin’ impractical anime sword outta the deal.

edit: OH MY GOD. DON’T TAG THIS AS KIN. COME ON.

Back in November I went to the zoo with some art supplies and filled out a couple pages of my sketchbook. It was a really good time!