Oh Savin, oh dear lad, where, oh where, you've lost your head did it tumble, did it fall, did it even make a sound for now you're a pawn of Hell and the head's the least of your concerns.
| Savin of the Distress Court |
It has been three years and I can finally continue my series of Hell Employees. Meet Savin, brother of Sáva, the middle-management guy and probably an embodiment of anxiety.
More lore, info and WIPs of this project on my P🔺treon!
I truly love every art Mort do but not sure why this one strike with me so much. Perhaps of the simple yet royal stand. Perhaps of the shading of the feathers that feels real, almost metalic reminding me of the iron neckglasses that you have, needing to play with between your fingers while keep it close to your heart and pour your feelings/emotions into it until the grey transfrom to golden brow. It feel safe. It feels you are not alone.
One way or the other this is amazing piece! Very love it so much!