The Rabbit Princess

 

Short story about a rabbit princess.

The warren is being troubled by stories of a fearsome beast with six legs and great tusks living in the mountains, but nobody knows much about it since they all run away as soon as they see it. The princess is blind, however, so she soon finds out it’s really just a skink in disguise. He has crowd anxiety issues, so he decided to scare everyone away so he wouldn’t have to deal with them.

Merry birdmas

The card designs I did for my parents this year :D I should draw like this more often, it's very relaxing. Hope you all had a great holiday!

The Big Four

Ahahaha I actually finished these yesterday and... forgot to put them up here. I am the best.
Famine, Pestilence, War and Death, all up and ready to run, bring on the end of the world!

boid

I'm clearing out some of my old sketch files and I found this little gem so up it goes.
Not sure what the bird is called but she's a cross between a crow and a potoo (I can relate).

I am a normal person who draws normal things

evening doodles

featuring mask-faced birds who like to eat teeth and the hand of a thief (who wasn’t good enough at his job to keep it)

 

Fox Song

Another idea for a kid’s book; not sure if it would be about dealing with death and dead things or just the idea of finite systems as a whole.

My brain has been writing a lot of stories lately, which is very troublesome when you have no time to write them.

Anyway here are some animals that have a story attached. Somewhere.

Last night I encountered this creature. I never saw it from the front, as it always stood with its side to me like a supporter on a heraldic crest. Its arms, tail and legs were carved out of heavily varnished wood, and it spoke in a voice that was composed out of the sounds of many hundreds of stringed instruments. The shell on its back was made from a darkly coloured and translucent green stone, perhaps malachite, and the six horns and hands seemed to be made of ebony or obsidian. What was left was furred and white, and the long scroll that it read from constantly charred at the end, although it never grew any shorter. The contents of the scroll were all of the sins that I had committed and was yet to commit in my dreams.

Thnig

This is a thnig.
I'm not quite sure what one of those is but this one.