|Some sketches that I was able to put together in a quick way through Photoshop. With that in mind, I think it could work as a framed in picture on a wall.|
|#1: A lonely man in the street. (Started on the figure, but not sure of the outcome...)|
#2: Whatever I want on a whim...(My logo, and otherwise my Qunari whenever I have the time.)
#3: Comics in general. (Going to work on several strips eventually.)
#4: A Prometheus Fanfic
#5: Additional artworks related to my own creativity. (A series of paintings and drawings)
#6: Waiting for a response to my latest update on the tree...
#7: Asaara Adaar (My Qunari char from Dragon Age:I. I am sketching it, but I am focusing on a commission now...)
Duality, Chapter 1
Three days after the fall of Malachor and the death of Kreia.
The Exile groaned as her muscles flared in protest. She slowly opened her eyes, focusing on a clean, alabaster ceiling. It was round and she sensed an open balcony to one side. She could hear the sound of waves and scented salt in the air. Where am I? she rasped.
You are awake, replied a kindly voice, You are on Manaan, human and you are being cared for by the finest medical personnel in the universe. My name is Shaelas, I am your personal caretaker and friend to Admiral Onasi.
She turned to face the voice, biting her lip at the shooting pain that accompanied her movement. But but youre Selkath? she murmured.
You will find that your treatment at this facility will be second to none. Manaan is the home of all kolto production, two top-ranking medical schools an
To The Brink, Chapter 1
The Exile was lying crumpled in the grass, drained from the enormity of what the Masters had been attempting to do to her. The sound of Kreias voice came to her as if from underwater. She recognized some of the words truth arrogance harm tragedies as they wisped through the recesses of her mind. She knew these words should mean something but the sound was distant and disjointed.
Suddenly a cacophony of noise rang out. It sliced through the murky haze of her thoughts and shook her to the very core. Something was wrong. Something was horribly wrong. Summoning all of her remaining power she forced her conscious to surface again to reality and pulled herself to a standing and ready position. Her vision cleared and she saw them. Her masters, her mentors were all lying motionless in the grass. She broke into
I AM STANDING ON A FLYING CANVAS |
Illustration made by Keali
Commissions are available
Feel free to send me a note if you have questions
Sorry, guys but:
I am what people would call a artist who doesn't like to rely on just one media. I work on several ways of making artwork, whether be pencil, graphite, oil pastel, pencil pastel, etc. Focuses on paintings of strange creations, and sometimes I have my ways to cope with Photoshop whenever I wanna make something abstract or try to work on semi realism. Or simply edit some photographs and stuff.
I do Derpydidoo comics;.---> zabani.deviantart.com/gallery/… where thers's some fan related stuff and something that came up in my mind. Some of them just some quickies others relatively okay done.
I'm gonna do some editing whenever I have the extra time.
Otherwise you see some crazy creations like this: ---> zabani.deviantart.com/gallery/…
You'll be the jugde
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