Verisimi's blog

So I haven't drawn in something like a year, until about a week or two ago.

Here are a couple of doodles. One is of Asarel, belf rogue, the other is a random belf lady with conch shell hair. ;)

(Fanshen will probably facepalm, but at least I drew something! ;) )

((Hey everyone! Totally OOC post, but some people asked for information about the baby!

Art under the break, Kharris's friend Xiuhteena, a troll! Even the girl trolls are hard for me!

The gnome that is hilarious and heartbreaking by turns: Letti.

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Just doodling while on the phone last night. No references or anything. Again, (gentle) crits always welcome! Picture under the cut!

Does she look like a gnome?

Did a doodle for my friend Tailn of her blood elf (Fortune) Velstand!

Hope you enjoy! I would welcome (gentle) critiques, as I am trying to get better.  I didn't forget his other ear, by the way! Apparently it's been mauled and wouldn't be visible.

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May 24th
The Farm
Raining the past three days


Pugnose is going stir crazy inside.  And he is not the only one.  A particular strom blew over a small piece of the fencing along the far side of the Western pasture.  The rams are aggitated, kept penned in the smaller Southern.  And I am getting vexed trying to keep husband and hired-hands occupied.  Spring rains have encouraged the flowers though, and my beds and the fields are a riot of cheer when the sun breaks through.  Thank the gods for small favors.  Rebirth.  Renewal.  Regrowth.  I should be more thankful of the rain.

Just a bit hard to remember that, when your husband is tracking mud onto the rugs--again.

I have spoken to a few people since my last entry.  Sometimes I forget the world moves so quickly for humans.

The hearth was warm but Pugnose was already asleep after a long day of work around the farm.  He'd repaired fences for the small ram herd, cleaned out the barn in preparation for spring, and rehinged the doors to the cellar.

Verisimi smiled softly at him tucked up neatly in the bed, winter quilt pulled up under his beard.  She turned back to the journal she was writing in.  Or attempting to write in.  The quill was a familiar weight in her hand, but perhaps not as familiar as it once was.  With a gentle sigh she dipped it in the inkpot.

For Iloam! <3 Click for a larger version...

Hope you like it! I'm still new to this coloring bit. >.<