I've got some issues with the socially accepted idea of the female gender. Being a mother has very little with pampering cute little babies, and everything to do with the harsh reality of the world, and while a mother will fight to the death for her child, she also knows when it's the time to force them to face the real world.
In anycase, this is not that time for little Azran, and Firalina isn't just pissed about this alien presence finding its way to her lair, or the possible threat it could pose to her offspring, underneath there is the fear and frustration of herself, having to bite back and hold the tides of rage at bay for fear of losing herself to it.
It started as a quick sketch, but I liked how it looked and ended up spending most of the day working on it. Firalina's blood ignites upon contact with the air, hence the flaming injuries, and while I like to think the alien's blood is acidic, I didn't feel like trying to convey that, much like how I gave up on drawing the sucker claws on its tentacles. I have a vague idea for how this particular alien race is supposed to look, and my friend thought she'd look best fighting a tentacled alien, so I rolled with it. She's crushing his weapon under her foot, hence the sparks and of course her own blood.
Anyway, the background is an overlaid collage of various stock photos.
