wings from the front are difficult to draw
Starting the day off with a pegasus
Horses, man
This week my horse spooked himself by hitting himself with a rubber ball, destroyed my brand new sunglasses, and then coliced last night resulting in an emergency vet call. He's fine but like whew buddy cool it with the mischief.
Nearly-clean Agent turn
Cleaning man.
Rough Agent John Halley Turnaround
suuuper rough but I like his shapes. I do want to explore other shapes, though. This particular design is a bit old.
Turnarounds before CTN
Go go go! Sleep is for the weak!
Poster
Been doing lots of characters for a little project with Rachel Hastings. What to do with all of them? Throw them on a poster!
Updated Roseni
A new drawing for my halfling barbarian with all of her shiny new stuff
MSP backpack guy
Met this interesting fellow at the Minneapolis airport a few weeks ago. He started chatting with me because of my big hiking pack. He was a friendly guy and left a strong visual impression. I distinctly remember he had a Hodag on his shirt, and that his shirt was pink.
Peacock shortwing pegasus
I always forget to post things here
Barely 1 day in
and I’m already behind on Inktober hahaha
Painted Broadwing and Bay Longwing
A couple more pony birbs
Bucking Broadwing
Not a good time for your heel sling to break! At least the wing straps are holding. Ride ‘em cowgirl!
Inspired by Astrid Goes for a Spin by John Powell on the How to Train Your Dragon soundtrack
Rorek and Apel
A portion of a short story I wrote about Sanna’s father, Rorek:
“Rorek pulled open the creaking gate, and motioned for his pegasus, Apel, to step inside. He took off the leather and wooden saddle, unbuckling the wing straps, and untied the cinch, then rubbed down the back of the pegasus between its wings. The animal squirmed under his hands; half impatient, half relishing the attention.
Then he pulled off his flight vest and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt. While Apel drank deeply from the trough beside him, Rorek dunked his head in the cold water. Once washed, he smiled and ruffled Apel’s mane feathers.”
Toulouse! My roommate's new kitten!
HES SO CUTE FOR REAL
Tacos, man.
L.A. has too many taco trucks!
Longwings, Broadwings, and Shortwings
Main differences between Longwing, Broadwing, and Shortwing pegasi
The chart assumes the body sizes of the pegasi are the same for simplicty. They are not. Shortwings are the largest in terms of height and weight. Longwings are similar to warmblood horses, and Broadwings are comparable to quarter horses and mustangs.
A few examples:
Sanna and Semrah
Sanna’s red hair swished as she scanned the rolling, boulder-studded meadow. Radish tops in hand, she slipped through the rough wooden fence that outlined the pegasus pasture. It was true that the fence wouldn’t necessarily do much to keep the adult pegasi in, but it was effective in keeping predators out for the sake of the foals. Sanna imagined she looked something like a predator now sneaking through the grass.
Boulder to boulder, rise to rise she weaved her way across the pasture. She saw little foals only a few months old frolicking and rough-housing. Their mothers kept a watchful eye on them, and at least one ear on Sanna. But the mares didn’t concern her. She was looking for a specific pegasus: a gelding owned by her father named Apel. Among the rather drab browns and creams of the mares he should be easy to spot.
He was the color of sweet honey underneath what looked like a dusting of chocolaty soot along the crest of his neck and his spine. Sooty dapples adorned his shoulders, neck, and hip. His feather mane and tail, too, were dusted with “soot”.
Curiously, only the longest feathers in his wings shone against his sooty coat in a bright, almost glittering gold. All others were dusty black. He was a striking pegasus, fitting for her boisterous father. As she climbed a rise, black feathers a little ways off caught her eye...but something wasn’t quite right. The black wasn’t the right sheen. Sanna’s blood ran cold.
She stopped in her tracks and ducked behind a boulder as a tall pegasus strode into view. This one was intense and harsh looking. His feather mane was stiff and knife-like. White eyes with narrow pupils flashed like lightning as they shifted side to side, patrolling the pasture. It seemed to Sanna that he was composed mostly of sharp edges and points. Most of him was the darkest black Sanna had ever seen. Only his shoulders, hip and upper legs faded to a steele grey. His wings, mane, and tail: all black. Supposedly his color was called Blue Roan. Sanna swore he tinted red rather than blue. Her mother called him Semrah, but Sanna didn’t think that name was nasty enough.
She shuddered and started to creep away, her eyes glued to the black beast. Sanna grimaced as her feet crunched on gravel. Semrah snorted and wheeled around to face the noise, his ears pricked forward, head high, nostrils flared in the breeze...those terrible eyes scanning the horizon. They fell upon Sanna and she froze. Impossibly long moments passed as the two stared each other down in a bid for who might win.
Finally Semrah’s ears swiveled to lay flat against his neck and he took a purposeful step toward Sanna. It was decided.
“I’m going to die,” she muttered before spinning and dashing for the nearest fence.
Thunder filled her ears as Semrah bore down upon her. She didn’t bother looking back. Sanna ran like hell, scrambling over rough patches, desperate for the fence before Semrah’s cruel curved beak met her flesh. As she dove for the fence she could feel Semrah’s breath on her head. Dirt and sod pelted her as Semrah skidded to a rough and sudden halt. Sanna clawed herself farther away before turning to look. Semrah’s mouth was open, his ears flattened, wings raised, and eyes wide as he paced back and forth along the fenceline. He lunged at her again when she stood, throwing his chest against the fence and reaching out to her as far as he could.
Sanna yelped and fell backward again. Her heart was pounding. A little wooden fence was all that stood between her and Semrah. But Semrah wouldn’t cross it. Despite his rage, he respected the fence. Holli had trained him well, and Sanna breathed a sigh of relief. Apel wasn’t getting those radish tops any time soon.
Mare and Foal
....but pegasi!!
Some pegasi from the past week
Been trying to sketch a pegasus per day. Missed a day this week, but 4/5 isn't too bad.
Trail Rider
Went for a ride with this interesting fellow the other day. He learned to ride from stuntmen, he’s a skydiver, licensed base jumper, double black belt, owns a jewelry shop, and apparently the sire of his horse is worth 2.1 million bucks.
