I'd like to present to the council;
My mess.
I have so many ideas but unfortunately theres only so much time in the day. Got my first day off in months and spent my time working on these. The style itself is a favored style I use for my pokemon fanart! :D
There's...so much going on. I couldn't decide on a l o t of the components in this piece. There was alot of back and forth and I argued with myself. Hell, my brain is telling me to switch the waves to the right side. I think it might look slightly better...also that green backdrop needs to be darker...god dammit.
Who them? They are nameless (for now) and is a part of one of my fan stories. A matriarch amongst her village of infamous slave traders favored by the glukkons to replenish their factories. Their numbers of dedicated workers are depleting from the rumor of an uprising ignited by an alleged mystical, blue mudokon. Snatching strays and younglings alike they are not above selling their own young as long as they are promised to gain more to their growing surplus of wealth.
Another nameless. Its haaaaaaard to name these guys. Something something SAD something something.
In order for their village to be spared, they have volunteered themselves into servitude until they eventually expire. The threat to their village doesn't end there. It is a continuous reminder used in order for them to keep performing, no matter how insidious the order is. Their long braided feathers are used as a whip to "motivate" any slave that dare to misalign themselves in any fashion.
BABY.
A foretold savior of sorts Uog and unamed (lol). A trash collector and exotic fish breeder finds the hero of this story in a potato chip bag washed ashore amongst a heap of filth. Skillya didn't even bother eating him as she thought he wouldn't be worth the chew. An electric fish reveals their destiny.
If you've gotten this far, thank you for taking the time to read these.











