Angel speaks with Birds
I've always liked this one. But having to link it: Click Me! No Idea
The Scholar's Rest
Been playing in some roleplay with a friend. Here are a couple of them. Also too big. Linky! Click Me!Cilck Me! Upon the Rope
How does she do that? Too big...link! Click Me! Stunty!
Dwarf I'm a workin on. Click Me!
Posted on 2006-11-13 at 15:12:50.
Edited on 2006-11-13 at 15:16:18 by Yanamari
Its good to see your back Madam we have missed you and wondered how you have been. Its always a good thing to have a lost Staff member return home... And I have to say Love the new art its been missed also.
Unbelievable! I love the new pictures, and I recall the one of the Crane Samurai from long ago. I missed seeing your work around! I was actually just thinking of you today, as well. I was looking over the main page, and realized we have no more artwork archives. You and Brom came to mind right away.
*dances* Excellent work, as always. Ever thought of being a clothing designer, by the way? My roommate walked by as I was looking at these, and the first thing she nticed was how pretty the dresses tend to be.
Yanamari, your drawings are amazing.
I would like to encourage you though, to perhaps enhance your contrast between light and dark. In the Gnoll Seer piece, the details kinda fall away and become one big blurr of drawing. I think a bigger contrast would bring the details up better. They need to be seen!
Your maps are very neat. Would you consider redoing the map of Khordal (old Kharolis) in pencil like that? I think it would be awesome. I recently wrote a module for that part of Khordaldrum society, and would love to see an updated map.
(Trying to come back more. This is a story based in World of Warcraft.)
Winter had returned, a shimmering of white that laid serene upon trees clinging for a life that could never be. With every clip of hoof, the powder of it puffed and floated, becoming as clouds and mists. No winds came. Not a shiver of air beyond breath and a slow meandering pace of a rider.
Why had she returned. More stated than question, for the answer laid in her eyes. Despite the purity of snow, the lingering emerald of leaves crystalized in ice, the world hummed with a thunder. A dark heart beating, so believed by the Circle. Once lost, the Kaldorei never travelled back, only in memory. For seeing and feeling what remained could lead to the slow sleep. An end of sorts, a death, that sapped and drained the life of the everliving.
All of this had changed. The rider was too stubborn or old to accept it.
Flicking fingers, ice cracking and falling from leathers bound in mail, Siol sought a pouch at her side. She felt numb, truly from the cold though flights of fancy threatened to make her believe it from this journey to lands so close to Hyjal. But he had promised to come, to meet here at the teeth of their world.
"I should know better." The words mumbled into a scarf tightly pulled as fingers worked to loose a small wrapping of herbs in leaf. Touching the roll to a shoulder, the gleam of fel fire potent enough to withstand the chill, she lit a little something to combat the cold. With a long drag, her eyes glazed briefly. "Where the fel are you, Moon."
The stag below her shifted and pawed at the drifts of snow, wishing in its own way for a bit more warmth and the stability of a road. She knew this. As if reading its thoughts. A pressing of knees ended such rebellion. "If I can't, you can't."
"Cannot what, Leaf?"
Sliding her eyes, Siol's met those of another Kaldorei. Leathers pale and marked in snow to hide the charcoal beneath, she could have been waiting in quiet for an age. Or five minutes.
"Siol. Shall we?"
They had returned. Sauno upon her cat of white. Siol upon her stag of shadow. And a third, a cat of mist colors, alone without rider. It was time to say goodbye. With another deeper pull on the firebrand, Siol turned expecting to see him. Riding straight backed, eyes uncertain, lips curved in a quiet smile. Only open air and pale lands greeted her.