I’ve actually never given one of my lethal Sprite warrior-cuties pointed ears, before, but, hell, it just looks right, doesn’t it (:
I might try to illustrate my whole ‘Tale of a Little Wood-Elf’. This is my sketch for the first image I want to do, this is the fabulous, scary, tough-as-nails Elite Sprite, racing through the dark forest, homing in on the rapist, murdering scum who did such bad stuff to the little Wood-Elf. Boy, is she gunna make them pay…
I went through a phase, a few years back, of doing very long exposure, night-time photos. This is a series I did called ‘The Secret Life of Trees‘…
Seri’s home reflects her very eclectic tastes (:
I have my own take on Sprites. My Sprites are the scariest of the Fae, whilst they can love, they are more often malevolent and vindictive, and, whilst bound by obscure rules of honour and accountability, are usually entirely unfathomable, and totally unpredictable. If they decide they like you, either instantly, or because you do something they respect, they will love and protect you as long as you (not they, they live for ever) live. If they take a dislike to you, you are, basically, screwed. Sprites are vastly stronger than humans and all other Fae, and they are virtually un-killable. They also access the deepest, strongest, darkest Fae magic… in fact, Sprite magic is a thing above Fae magic, a thing all other Fae have absolute respect for. If you meet one in a forest, you must turn and walk away, do not listen to any promise they make, do not look back… if you are lucky, they will respect your obvious appreciation of your worthlessness, and not decide to play with you. You would not survive their playing.
Poor, gorgeous/confused/conflicted number eight.
I think this is the best Suicide Girl portrait I did… this is Schuld, and, need I say, she’s drop-dead gorgeous (: I was really pleased with this painting and, in fact, never painted another SG after this.