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A revamp of Jillian, who is a fairly old character of mine. She used to serve as Tavara’s doppelganger, but now she’s essentially a rich-bitch owner of a night club who dresses like a cross between a pimp and a prostitute, and thinks she’s far better than most people. With her shoes, she towers at 6’5” or so; she wears such high shoes so she can feel literally above everyone else. 

That little creature behind her? That’s a Cunetrav, which is a crossbreed mutant and happens to be what she shapeshifts into. 

I finished it. Because I need more Keahi everywhere. Especially on my blog. And now I can go back to work on Brad’s stupid face, because I feel accomplished.

But by working on Brad, I mean I’m actually going to go to work, bring my sketchbook, and eat delicious rainbow cupcakes. Because I’m a boss at baking. Yes I am.

I started this when I got sick of drawing Brad’s stupid face (Jay I’m going to kill him. I’m going to hunt the motherfucker down and I am going to kill him. Because he’s so hard to draw but he’s so pretty and it’s just haighejdgfkmdfd. Real men. Why so hard to draw.) But half way through working on the background I got lazy and decided to watch a movie instead.

Because heaven only knows when I’ll actually finish this, I’m just going to leave the WIP here.

One of the nice things about Keahi and his ever-changing-fucked-up genetics, is that I never have to be that consistent in drawing him feral. As long as I cover the basics (horns, scales, wings etc) then I’m basically home free.