It had taken him time and effort, but Sabra had been victorious in the end. He'd retrieved his masters stolen amulet, his eyes aglow with the mana flowing through him and the trinket he held in his sharp beak. The raven watched a moment as the thief writhed on the ground blind and screaming in agony, clutching at his face and feeling the empty, bloody sockets. Sabra then turned and flew out of the window, heeding the call of his master who had seen through his servants eyes all that had happened...
Just a quick sketch and color today. Sabra and the trinket were drawn with a crow quill pen in black India Ink, the color is just water colors. Sabra is a new character that's been...heh...fluttering around in my head for a while now. This is my first time drawing a raven and trying to keep things anatomically correct. So if'n you're wanting to critique and offer pointers, please feel free to do so. I'm not gonna have a screaming fit over someone helping me out.
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