what are they up to….

drawing them is good for the soul. inspired by this fic

Well, the sketching everyday mission already failed yesterday having fallen asleep on the sofa instead! So tonight I tried to draw, but the old mind being a bit of a blank I decided to play around a bit more with the Raven-Kin... I wondered what might his nest be like? How would he move? What would his habits be between the dank marshland and the heavy skies? Would he nest in the sky-ravaged Mountains or the mist-choked Fens? What harsh unnerving songs would he croon to the dark in his ragged raven croak? I could probebly fill pages exploring the nature of this creature and his habitats, but only if he gets insistant! I think this nest is too tidy, it needs more bones... and outlandish charms hanging from tendrils, and maybe some strange runic sigils scratched crudely by a claw into the rock... and cave paintings? The drawings are ropey but at least I got a sketch or two out today, and hopefully the more I draw the more it might unseize my tired brain until it flows better! But don't worry, I won't post sketchbooks everyday though, that would probebly get a bit repetetive no doubt! Just enough to get the ball rolling and keep me going... I think this fellow needs a name now... perhaps once his name is spoken his story might begin to unfold itself ...

drawing them is good for the soul. inspired by this fic