this is one of my newer characters, his small slender pieced together figure still on the verge of creation and dismissal as his story is that which I have yet to fully flesh out and arrange into one of the multitude of story lines parading around in my rather spacious cranium.

this small goat/mammal/large eared/winged/long tailed furry kid is the flesh holder for a great war dog from the heavens that went rogue and had to be sealed away. I'm still working hard on the actual sealer, any suggestions would be hot.


while the war dog is is fighting fierce, this guy is actually rather timid and subtle in his actions. he prefers to simply hang around cliffs and eat rocks. yes, you heard me, he eats rocks. love it.

also, that armor was a horrible horrible pain.




art [c] meirell