this is what happens when you don't do sequential art for a few years.
i am happier with the pencils… mostly because i can erase them. the mood is sort of right… but doesn’t transfer very well.
this is a snippet visual out of my sci fi epic story that is trapped in my brian. i have a horrid feeling i will never do it justice and it will just fester in there. getting more complex and beautiful with no way out.
She’s home after many years. Her older brother has been brutally killed by the occupying government. He was a religious leader of her people, loved and revered by all. He had spoken out and vowed to lead them off this world to a new one to start fresh under their own rule.
He spoke too loud and too often.
The idea is he’s been laid to rest and was on display for the public. He’s now been moved to a family crypt, wrapped and placed on a stacked pyre. The pyre is to be lit by a person willing to take on the responsibilities of the deceased.
That’s the basics. She’s not a religious person. She’s not an icon. She’s very much an outcast of her people who joined up with the occupying military and after completing her tour of duty, became a mercenary. The idea is, this race lives a long time. Longer than other races and she is still “young” but has seen a few lifetimes by the standards of other races.
She’s not looking to change, she just feels she owes it to her brother… and she might be pressured into it by her father… and she may have some ulterior motives of her own.
That’s the basics.
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