HOME | DD

Description
Through the thick, choking clouds of sand, I can hear the hounds baying. They are behind me. Then in front. I can hear them drawing nearer. But I do not hear him. Like a rust stained phantom he emerges from the torrents of sand. There is no predator out here more feared than he. And like my shadow stretching out across this forsaken desert, he is always one step behind me.

--

This is a bit of an older piece but I think it still warrants a post up here. Its part of a little side project I've been kicking around for a while. Emphasis on 'still kicking around', so mum's the word for now. I will say he's the first of a series. Penciled and Inked by hand, colored in Photoshop.

Description
Through the thick, choking clouds of sand, I can hear the hounds baying. They are behind me. Then in front. I can hear them drawing nearer. But I do not hear him. Like a rust stained phantom he emerges from the torrents of sand. There is no predator out here more feared than he. And like my shadow stretching out across this forsaken desert, he is always one step behind me.

--

This is a bit of an older piece but I think it still warrants a post up here. Its part of a little side project I've been kicking around for a while. Emphasis on 'still kicking around', so mum's the word for now. I will say he's the first of a series. Penciled and Inked by hand, colored in Photoshop.