"Sabrina wasn't always the kindest of souls.
For she had let a bitterness fester and spread into her very nature.
Survivor's guilt. The weight of millions pressed down upon her. Why had the Phoenix Core malfunctioned?
Why was she the only fox to be reborn? And who was the innocent life she had unwittingly snuffed out in doing so?
Her people had mastery over death.
The Phoenix Core was the pinnacle of that.
Part soul catcher, part reanimator.
A thousand years of learned discoveries.
Immortality made mechanism.
It would take those linked to it and inject them into an unwitting creature pulled from the other side, overwriting them in totality.
A cruel invention for a vain and ignorant culture.
Sabrina took it upon herself to fill the role of caretaker of the Phoenix Core.
Isolating herself from the growing town of confused residents plucked from their worlds and awoken in strange bodies,
not of their own.
Sabrina endeavored for centuries to fix the machine.
She was not ready to let the past die out just yet.
She hated the canids outside. wearing the faces of family, friends and old lovers...
It wasn't her choice to let go. But she was forced to accept.
Sabrina would come around eventually, these old faces would become new friends,
but her actions still weighed on her mind.
To her, she was a pariah, an outcast. Part of the town, but not part of the people.
She didn't have the right to. She attempted to have them killed..
.They say... The smallest moments have the biggest impact.
While wandering the forests, guiding a few of the town folk to gather medicinal herbs, she spotted a rare butterfly.
A magenta dreamweaver, said to be drawn to souls of pure heart.
Once upon a time, it would have been used in birth ceremonies and academy sortings for that purpose.
Superstition of ancients.
None of the others knew it's significance, but as it fluttered close to Sabrina,
settling on her nose and fanning it's wings out in a beguiling display...
She knew. Her sins, Her bitter, rotten core...
Was forgiven."
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Winning idea of the "Unplugged" vote.
A moment of silence for the light blue pencil that was sharpened into oblivion making this. I enjoyed going back to traditional art for this, and it definitely made me feel like a fish out of water. getting the initial shapes down I was like, "how to I undo this?" & "If I had a circle tool this head shape would be much easier..." But I'm pleased with the results. I'd hang it up in my room, but the dust will destroy it in a few months...
Gear used:
Derwent Academy A3 sized non-bleed art book. (it lied about the non-bleed paper)
HB Mechanical lead pencil
Copic linework marker pens (for small lines)
Cheap brand Black graphic marker with brush tip (for the big lines)
Derwent Academy 36 colored pencil set (for the colors, now numbers 35.)
1/4 of a highly abused black faber castell dust free eraser. Don't ask about the other 3/4s
This piece officially marks my moving away from traditional art. Kind of fitting honestly. The last page of my last book, I no longer have the color light blue in my pencil set, my eraser is constantly screaming... ;P
I may return every now and then, but from now on, I'm primarily a digital artist.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fantasy
Species Fox (Other)
Gender Female
Size 2290 x 1609px
This came out so wonderfully! I love the eye color, and just how shocked she is to have a tender, memorable moment c:
Sabrina's vote idea from the start was to capture a moment where she would begin a change from anti-hero to hero. The art might not sell it, but that's where the paragraphs pick it up~
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