Grief made Penumbra ineloquent. She felt foolish, and that made her anguish all the more bitter. But as she told her story in halting, choking words, Sunder moved closer against her, and she pushed her head into the fluff on his chest.
This is a photo manipulation
made with my own photos (two different tiger photos, with a background made from scratch). I just wanted to do something quick and relaxing as a break from the pile of traditional art that... is taking forever to finish because I keep being displeased with the works-in-progress. Sketch, wad up paper, throw in trash, repeat.
These characters, Sunder and Penumbra, are from my (currently untitled) writing project, which can be found here: [link]
Photo manipulation is © *MoonsongWolf