For Anthrocon.

Popkin (c) himself.

For Anthrocon.

Sam (c) herself.

For Anthrocon.

Raiden (c) himself.

For Anthrocon. ohnoez!

Alania (c) herself.

First upload in a looong time. Sorry about that. All this stuff with reformatting the computer and having to reinstall everything, as well as having to put up with different art programs until I could get Corel back.
No fun, no fun at all.
Pictured here are Aitch and Iye (obviously), two beggars created by a friend and myself. They roam the countryside, picking pockets and being cute. Hers is a flaming, extraverted homosexual, and mine is a moody, generally incompetent 'new kid'. It's great.

Aitch (c) Ricky
Iye (c) Me

Another airbrush disaster, of my previously appearing English-notes version of Casca. Anthrofied!
He looks mighty smug... but then, he would, wouldn't he? Backstabber.

My first attempt at coloring using almost completely airbrush.
Say hullo to Tibault Deontre, an AU version of Abner that I created so he could be gay with the AU Thoreau. Are we not awesome?
He's a slave, but only in the labor sense. And he doesn't usually look this happy, but then, I drew it before I started RPing him a lot.

My 'English notes' from our Julius Ceasar unit in sophomore year. I've liked this doodle ever since I drew it.
It was out of love that I drew it, after all, not total boredom. Julius Ceasar is one of my favorite Shakespearean plays.

I think my personal hell would involve all my characters becoming art critics and getting back at me.

I got an e-mail the other day, accusing me of being a furvert.
I have no objection to other people drawing furry porn, but I took personal offense in that nothing I've done has ever been more than provocative.
I think people tend to generalize furry artists as one big clump, and it bothers me. We're all so different.

Merry Christmas, and whatnot.

Poe Zauveye (c) Carmen
Abner (c) me.

Just stop.

He's been particularly mean today.

Meow.

His name is Pericolo, and he's a Wuffyn.
I invented him when I was in Italy. I'm not sure which museum, but it was in Florence, and it had lots of bronze Griffins sitting around. I liked their ears, and I also concluded that wolf tails are more interesting than lion tails.
So there you have it.
Pounce!

Peri (c) Me.

Whoops. :x

My very first VCL fad!
Am I initiated yet?

...please don't hurt me.

Too many bad days can sure make a guy cranky.
Or, they can drive him insane.
We all knew it would happen eventually. And then it did. And people almost died.

Lucky those nice men in white coats got there in time to take him away, mm?

Take it any way you want, but know that it's not *supposed* to be sexy. >.>
In fact, it's downright depressing.
For me, anyway.

Abner (c) me, Cervidius (c) himself.

I'm tired of having upsetting dreams.

Thanks to Lizzi for making my waking moments so pleasant and comfortable, and assisting me in dealing with the rest of them.

Thoreau (c) Lizzi
Abner (c) me.

Paladiiiiin!

Why does his sword glow? Because it's divine.
...STUPID.

I was summoned to a dream of music, rain, and violent screaming.
I didn't want to stay, but I have yet to find a meaning.

I'm so lonely.

):

Where wolf?

Another one that I failed to upload before-
Potential t-shirt design, of Abner taking people's coats. OOCly, of course. I didn't feel like doing anything besides sitting there at the time.

...I'm such a loser.

Abbi (c) me.

Voici le frere du Abner, Alistair.
I made his eyes very large and cute, just for those of you with strong stomaches.
...kitten furres are to be drawn with caution, so as not to damage the fragile cuteness-filters of the general viewing public. Please do not try this at home.

Alistair (c) Lizzi and me both, interestingly enough.

Fairly old, just here because I hadn't uploaded it yet.
My mute character, most plausibly named Zephyr, but deemed Gregory by his crackpot traveling buddies.
He's just as sarcastic as he annoyed, he just can't say anything.
Don't you wish more people were like that?

*cringe*

"Son, can you play me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet
And I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes."

-Billy Joel

Because if you don't love Sam Morrow, you fucking should.

Sam (c) herself.

The most frightening thing about this picture is that the entire time I was working on it, I had Billy Joel's "Piano Man" running through my head.
Sing us a song, you're the piano man... you crazy bastard, you.