Life of an indian
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Added another pose and polished a bit the Sansa sketch from the other day, I tried to make them as close as possible but I guess at some point I chose a more saturated hue for the new one.
As a personal note, I’m not a fan of fantasy themed stories (However, as you can see in some of my works I dig the “visual aesthetics” of the genre) but I ended up watching this show because 2 weeks ago a friend insisted me on watching with him the 1st episode, I was surprised how much I liked it, I was expecting another trite good vs evil story, perhaps with a better execution than usual but this was much better than that. Now, I would say that in this genre I have enjoyed 2 stories so far: Berserk (I have not read the manga in ages though) and this one.
The Herald leaned forward from his constrains, craning his neck as far as his binds would allow. Jayce did not flinch.
After all, it was only a human beneath that mask. Even if his eyes were no longer man, but machine. A scrutinizing look was offered from Jayce - scrutinizing, and almost…pitiful.
Did he even have a face?
[[ Quick redraw of this! I drew it from a different side because I wanted Jayce’s armour involved. Took me about an hour, and had to restart once because I lost it near the end. ]]
