The Ugliest OwletThe Ugliest Owlet by Furrama
In a hot wet wood at the middle of the world sat an owl in his dead tree. In his beak was clutched a mouse, caught a few miles away at a more reasonable hour. The noon day sun blared overhead, stinging his eyes. His face was not what one would call pleasant, as his brows met together in an unbreakable scowl, and his fierce squinting didn't help matters much, but through it all he seemed almost giddy.
He waited just outside of the hollow that his mate had made her nest in many weeks before. It wasn't long before her head appeared, looking tired and bedraggled. Blinking heavily, she spied the mouse, and leaped out to take it from her mate's beak. It went down in one gulp.
“Have they hatched yet Love?” the male asked as the mouse's tail disappeared down his mate's gullet.
Love bobbed her head up and down. “You had better get more Honey, your little ones are tired after a long day of hatching.”
|I graduated from Harding University with a BFA in Art and Graphic Design in 2009. I spend my time doodling animals in a void and love working with various kinds of ink pens, though I'm coming around to flat digital painting. I also spend a lot of time away from dA writing (and rewriting and rethinking) my novel, The Tree of Babylon, as well as working on video games that you may or may not get to see someday.|
More inking practice, and a terrible highlighting job (I’m in a hurry today!). Today’s victim is KayFedewa Blood(spill) from The Blackblood Alliance comics, and someone from her distant alternate past future who’s come back for revenge!
Haven’t drawn wolves in a while. Blood’s markings are crazy, I ended up simplifying them a tad. How Kay colors her over and over without chucking her tablet out the window I’ll never know.