
He just finished his new sketch. Sketch of his dragon character. Proud of himself and smiling, the artist was about to put the paper in his portfolio.
He dropped the drawing, feeling a itching and tearing sensation on his skin. The face started to hurt and push forward. Hands and feet grew bigger, while ending with sharp, shiny black claws. Having not any footwear saved him from additional pain. Spine felt like it was on fire, it elongated and ripped through the pants, letting a long tail to emerge, followed by splitting pain all down the spine from back of the head to the very end of it, revealing red spikes and a pair of red bent horns. Black scales had already taken most of his skin, when on the chest and underside covered in crimson red plates. Panting as his face was almost ready, he stuck out the forked tongue out of maw filled with sharp fangs. When everything started to fade away, he slowly cooled down.
How could he forget. He still had a long way to go. Tearing sensation spread all over his body, making muscles grow and tear apart already miserable leftover rags. At last, pair of powerful clawed wings emerged from his back, and couldn't help but ferociously roared. Now, he was fully in his character. In his character's hide.
Yeah, I suck at making stories.
It was meant to be an experimental try on using watercolours. Since it went surprisingly good for me, I think it worth showing it.
He dropped the drawing, feeling a itching and tearing sensation on his skin. The face started to hurt and push forward. Hands and feet grew bigger, while ending with sharp, shiny black claws. Having not any footwear saved him from additional pain. Spine felt like it was on fire, it elongated and ripped through the pants, letting a long tail to emerge, followed by splitting pain all down the spine from back of the head to the very end of it, revealing red spikes and a pair of red bent horns. Black scales had already taken most of his skin, when on the chest and underside covered in crimson red plates. Panting as his face was almost ready, he stuck out the forked tongue out of maw filled with sharp fangs. When everything started to fade away, he slowly cooled down.
How could he forget. He still had a long way to go. Tearing sensation spread all over his body, making muscles grow and tear apart already miserable leftover rags. At last, pair of powerful clawed wings emerged from his back, and couldn't help but ferociously roared. Now, he was fully in his character. In his character's hide.
Yeah, I suck at making stories.
It was meant to be an experimental try on using watercolours. Since it went surprisingly good for me, I think it worth showing it.
Category All / Transformation
Species Western Dragon
Size 1115 x 1280px
File Size 2.76 MB
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