Stormwing's Dive

**Artist's Note:  First off, this is not the original (color wise).  This painting was originally done on my ipad, and when I posted it on facebook, I discovered that the colors were all messed up.  So this is me, playing in painter and trying to adjust the colors to come as close as I can to what they -should- be.  If you want to see how the painting should look, please located your nearest friend with an ipad/iphone and find the original here: www.facebook.com/HawkFeathersS…

Nambroth helped me with the anatomy, and Eski as well as several other folks in her stream, helped me with the lighting.  A huge thanks to everyone!!  I'm super happy with how this came out, and I worked really hard on it. Definitely went outside my comfort zone with this one.

Okay, now on to the good stuff.

This is fanart/a scene from Jess Owen's "Song of the Summer King".  It features two of her characters, Shard and Sverin.

I'm going to post some of the scene below, so SPOILERS if you haven't read the book yet.

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Shard and Sverin are (c) Jess Owen.
Art done by me in the ProCreate App for ipad.

Scene from the book:

    “My father lives, Sverin!” Shard eyed the king’s ascent, shouting to bait him down, stripping him of title and respect. “He lives in me!”

    Sverin laughed, narrowed his wings, and hurtled straight toward Shard. His talons stretched out for the kill. His razor beak opened wide.

    Shard braced.

    Sverin slammed into him. Talons smashed together, beak slashing, his weight like a boulder, he growled, “Then I will kill him at last.”

    Locked together, wings beating, they tumbled through the air. The Red King slashed and snarled, so close to victory. Shard strained and squirmed to avoid a killing bite. The wind battered around them. They wrenched and flipped so that for a heartbeat Shard rolled Sverin beneath him. Perfect.

    Shard drew a breath. Then closed his wings. He might as well have turned to stone.

    Not even the king could lift so heavy a weight.

    They fell.

    Sverin shrieked when he realized what Shard was doing and they plummeted toward the wild sea. “Release me!” He tossed his head, his massive, drenched wings already struggling with his own weight and the metal bands he wore. “Traitor! You called my son wingbrother and then turned on us all! I will kill you!”

     Shard freed one foreleg and grabbed the king’s throat, forcing the wild gold eyes to his.

    The scent of salt and brine tossed around them. Now they could hear the waves.

    So close, Shard could whisper, “The Vanir never die.”  Then he unlocked his talons from the king’s, wrenched loose, and dove. The wind yanked his breath. Waves lunged toward him.  Sverin’s drenched wings stroked the air desperately and Shard saw distant colors, gryfons coming to aid their king.  Sverin shrieked curses and rage. But he didn’t follow as Shard broke through wind, terror and rain to plunge alone into the black and crashing sea.


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