CROA THE VENGEFUL

ooc; Okay…Starting to have complications so I am going to rest.  Farewell and goodnight.

((Lol I don’t know a thing about teen wolf. Your drawing skills are really awesome though <3))

ooc; I’m not really sure if Teen Wolf inspired her but it is one of the possibilities. I cannot figure out what would spur such a horrid woman. I’ll figure it out eventually. XDD Thank you so very much. It was difficult though… choosing an appropriate outfit for her.

((Holy shit that picture is great!))

ooc; Why thank you! I have to admit though, the woman in it is not so nice. XD

panzernightopia:

jotethevieraelder:

panzernightopia replied to your post: ooc; Croa the Vengeful Lineart

angelina jolie

ooc; Not particularly. Angelina Jolie is definitely the facial focus but she’s not the character. Croa is the character. I wanted her to look deceivingly beautiful. Angelina Jolie was the best reference. I adore her facial structure.

it just reminded me of her. but god do i love your sketches and lineart lkjdlk. it makes me so ……… i dunno but i always find myself staring at whatever you do. 

ooc; XD I know. Just thought I would explain why it looked like her. Thank you so very much for the compliments dearie! <3 I’m glad that my artwork is still somewhat similar to when I sketched more frequently.

ooc: Holy shit your art is beautiful aiufhewja

ooc; Thank you so very much dear! <3

angelina jolie

ooc; Not particularly. Angelina Jolie is definitely the facial focus but she’s not the character. Croa is the character. I wanted her to look deceivingly beautiful. Angelina Jolie was the best reference. I adore her facial structure.

It’s a bit shoddy but that is essentially what she looks like in her humanoid form.

….And yes, there is a preserved Werewolf finger dangling around her neck.

ooc: I’ll probably respond to this tomorrow! It’s 2:30 am where I’m at and I have class at 8 so I’ll be settling down here soon.

ooc; Alrighty. :3 Sleep well dear!

Long strides led the Elder beyond sanction of her village, a wary eye perusing the decoratively carved bridges of Golmore Jungle. Without the familiar whisper of life during warmer seasons, naught but the ambiance of wind cavorting through a tawny canopy offered itself to those listening.

Its lack of sentient beings during the slumberous hours never failed to unsettle, as even with the void, there stood a presence of stronger influence, utterly beyond the scope of all. Jote could not discern its intention nor its reason for allowing her senses a glimpse of its overwhelming nature. Despite this distinct distraction, another commanded her attention, their approach within knowledge due to the familiar snap of fallen twig and foliage.

As the austere woman turned her head to address them however, the world took a turn for the foreign. It twisted and blurred, cracked and groaned until unsteadiness forced a transposed stumble in Jote’s step. Crimson hues managed their focus once more upon the pass of this strange occurrence, desperate to locate who might have inspired such  a suddenness.

Finally, her bearings returned, gaze astute and honed where her guest, or rather host thought to stand. “What have you done, stranger? This woodland is not mine.”