Along a Wayward Ledge
Deon learned early on that some of the best times to ease himself into a residence was in plain sight in the light of day; the city guard and citizenry did not frequently gaze upon the high rise of those buildings looming over the market place. At least, not during the busy hours of the day. While he loved nothing more than to sweep through those surging crowds of passerby, picking pockets and swiping coin, there was always something better to be found beyond locked doors. He made it a habit to frequent the back alley ways, leaping up onto those walls of stone, all to make his way into a wealthy looking abode, or to explore what sights and sounds the city had to offer. Care had to be taken into consideration on choosing the right time to make his move, lest he draw unwanted and unnecessary attention to himself in moving upwards.
The scenic vista from the roof-tops and ledges was most alluring, the climb up serving as a fair testament of skill in reaching them. And the view from up top offering a suitable reward for the trek up, taken in momentary solace before moving on. From up here, he could see the city in its entirety from just the right place, basking in the beauty of fine architecture and skies of blue above. On occasion, he'd just sit up along a ledge and gaze into the distance, watching as clouds would drift by overhead, the people below going about their daily business. Past the beauty of those sights above, there was the relative practicality in traversing the roof-tops as opposed to the ground. The guards would have quite the time reaching him, should they decide to give chase.
Somehow, heights didn't seem to scare him anymore. He could remember the days of old when he was just a child, scaling trees in the manor's garden with his little paws set against wood. Every branch, every limb bringing him closer to the top of the tree, one paw braced hard against the solid trunk. The climb down was much harder in most cases, with ones eyes set to the ground with a hint of fear of falling. As he ventured out from home and began to take to the cities of brick and stone, the new-found landscape offered rooftops. To fall from one almost always meant certain death, as one plummeted through the air to the city streets below. But true to his form and figure, he remained nimble and quick, ever tactile in a show of fancy foot-works.
With his back pressed flat against the hard cream colored stone of the walls face, his arms braced against the familiar surface, fingers curled against brick inlay. His feet hunched up against the narrow ledge below him, Deon finally coming to a stop. Chin lowered ever so slightly to his chest as his azure blue gaze traced along the streets below, he'd just as soon look up. Up, upon the roof-tops across the city limits, with all manner of the turrets and battlements in the far distance. Gazing out against the horizon, the suns presence cast a light blue across the skies, clouds of white drifting in over the city. The wolfs lips curled a bit, a mischievous smirk taking form. No one had noticed him as of yet. At least, not that he could tell.. His attentions came to focus upon the abode nearest him, with thoughts on what riches he could snatch up for delivery to the right merchants..
Commentary: Managed to finish this one Sunday night, but mulled over a good forward to go along with the picture itself. While the picture is a good update to an earlier one of Deon Falcone, I don't like how the face came out. Something's wrong between the eye and mouth, but nothing I did could really fix that. Ah well. He was meant to express a mischievous look and all, but I dunno.. something feels a little off. Ah well. Either way, he deserved an update.
The lineart of the actual character was done before I went on to use thicker lines for my artwork in Painttool Sai, so there's a little bit of a discrepancy in that regard. Was nice updating and fixing it, though. The city in the background is of Castille, a sizable merchants city in The Elraen Tales story.
5 years, 1 month ago
05 Aug 2013 20:32 CEST
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