I am still working on fursuits

Aside from one day my drawing/writing has not taken away any time from fursuit work (I had one really shitty day where I felt too upset to work, but my art muse had fun venting through drawing)
I give myself 2 hours of down-time each night before bed, lately it has been spent drawing and writing instead of watching TV

I will have a suit to debut before the week's end so no worries ;p

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From chapter D of the alternate ending rewrite for my fanfic

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“I know you are there.” The voice came again.
“Let me face him on my own.” Before Sheik could object the young man known as Link showed himself.

“Ah there you are, all grown up now.” The shadow taunted “You look just like your daddy… oh, but where is he? … Oh yeah, that’s right, he died saving your life.” Dark’s words stung, the truth it may be but this truth said aloud carried a heavy weight, compounding the sorrow Chirin held surrounding his father’s death.

“Ah too bad I could not face Link and kill him myself.” The shadow mused, swinging his sword. “I would have liked to have been the one to resign his name to the history books.”

“His name lives on with me.” the young man scowled stepping forward.

“Oh, is that so, then that means.”
“It means you may call me Link.” The young man said sternly, drawing his sword.
“Oh, well then… this will be even more fun.” The shadow grinned and without hesitation attacked the prince.

The son of The Hero of Time evaded with a back flip
“Link! Watch out!” came Navi’s shrill voce, alerting him to the shadow’s swift response. The prince heeded the warning altering his landing to fall upon his back instead of his feet, his sword shielding as metal hit metal.

“Oh you’re good, very good, your father was never nearly so nimble.” The shadow said bearing down harder, angling the sword so as it would slip off Link’s blade and catch him in the shoulder. The prince rolled sideways, the shadow’s sword biting the sand strewn stone floor instead of flesh. Link swung wide and caught Dark’s limb with his blade as the doppelganger leapt back.
With leaps and bounds the shadow placed as much distance between himself and the prince as he could, Dark grasped his arm and then peered at the stark red blood upon his hand.

“Interesting, your father never did manage to land the first blow in any of our fights.” The toying tone in his voice was gone.

“My father was not raised by warriors.” The young man replied harshly, flicking his sword aside to lash off the blood that now edged his blade. The Hylian once known as Chirin strode forward, his voice firm, his expression fierce “My father grew up as the boy without a fairy, he was flung into the world almost entirely alone, no one taught him how to fight, he fought on instinct alone. I grew up at my father’s side, learned by my father’s hand and in his absence I learned the way of the shadow by the last of the Sheikah.” Link’s shoulders haunched as he continued to step towards his foe, fierce confidence shone through his eyes “I am a warrior, I am Hyrule’s hero, I am Link, like my father before me.”
With his last words the prince plowed forward, eyes ablaze, blade poised. The shadow shielded the aggressive attack and sidestepped widely catching the young warrior across the back. Though the wound was no laughing matter Link shrugged it off and attacked again striking Dark deep across the leg, Link’s harsh stride forcing the shadow further and further back as Dark attempted to counterattack.

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Fight scenes are very hard to draw, making two characters interact on a page is already tricky, but with a fight scene the characters need to be engaged in each other’s actions and gaze or it looks disjointed.

I have been meaning to draw a kickass fight scene where Link has the upper hand for a long time, my fanfic finally prompted me to do it.

Line art is pencil on paper, colored by mouse in Corel Painter X