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Alana drew in a deep breath and gathered up all the courage she could, then took a cautious step
away from the rock wall, shaking her arms out to banish the tension. She clenched her fists and sprinted
forward, not giving herself even a second to think twice about it.
With only a few meters of unbalanced metal in front of her, the Corporal was very quickly running out of
floor. She forced her legs to pump harder, as fast as they would take her, and as she drew near the end
of the last silver sheet, a harsh, metallic screech rang out.
The beams beneath her shifted.
Alana ignored them and kept running, adrenalin coursing through her system. As she pushed off from the
final stretch of jagged metal, the beams snapped and the makeshift floor collapsed. Her leap was stopped
short.
She fell.
Alana squeezed her eyes shut and lashed out in the hopes that her hands would find purchase—but they
didn’t. With the winds rushing by her and the heat increasing below, she waited for the boiling river to
consume her.
Then something caught her arm and everything came to an abrupt halt.
Alana opened her eyes slowly, and, through her polarized visor, found she was staring down at her own
armored boots, dangling twenty feet above the bubbling, hissing lava flow.
Becoming conscious of the pressure on her wrist, she tipped her head back to see Kenon’s scarred, gray
hand wrapped around her arm so tight that his knuckles had turned white. She then looked up further
and met his pained stare, narrowed as he fought against gravity to hold up his own weight.

- Excerpt from The Calypsis Project.

The sketch for this thing has been sitting untouched on my computer for just over a year, and since my creativity
has been running low lately (in regards to artwork related to TCP), I finally decided to dig it out two days ago.
I also felt extremely guilty since I haven't drawn a single picture of Kenon since May last year, so that was another
motivator. xD

So, anyway~
This is a retake on an older drawing of mine from March 2011 (which is included in the "related work" links below).
I'm glad I waited this long to finish it, because if I'd completed it when I originally wanted to, it would have been a
lot less pleasing to the eyes. xD And I am actually quite happy with the way it turned out . . . although, as always,
I had some issues trying to shade Kenon's armor. I find that black is quite an irritating color to work with, as trying
to get the right contrast can be a nightmare. For me, anyway.

_______________________________________________________________________________________

Approx. 13 Hours

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fav.me/d6550h3
fav.me/d67ffg1
fav.me/d3b9ign

The Calypsis Project, characters, artwork (C) Brittany M. Willows

Description
Download for full view!

Alana drew in a deep breath and gathered up all the courage she could, then took a cautious step
away from the rock wall, shaking her arms out to banish the tension. She clenched her fists and sprinted
forward, not giving herself even a second to think twice about it.
With only a few meters of unbalanced metal in front of her, the Corporal was very quickly running out of
floor. She forced her legs to pump harder, as fast as they would take her, and as she drew near the end
of the last silver sheet, a harsh, metallic screech rang out.
The beams beneath her shifted.
Alana ignored them and kept running, adrenalin coursing through her system. As she pushed off from the
final stretch of jagged metal, the beams snapped and the makeshift floor collapsed. Her leap was stopped
short.
She fell.
Alana squeezed her eyes shut and lashed out in the hopes that her hands would find purchase—but they
didn’t. With the winds rushing by her and the heat increasing below, she waited for the boiling river to
consume her.
Then something caught her arm and everything came to an abrupt halt.
Alana opened her eyes slowly, and, through her polarized visor, found she was staring down at her own
armored boots, dangling twenty feet above the bubbling, hissing lava flow.
Becoming conscious of the pressure on her wrist, she tipped her head back to see Kenon’s scarred, gray
hand wrapped around her arm so tight that his knuckles had turned white. She then looked up further
and met his pained stare, narrowed as he fought against gravity to hold up his own weight.

- Excerpt from The Calypsis Project.

The sketch for this thing has been sitting untouched on my computer for just over a year, and since my creativity
has been running low lately (in regards to artwork related to TCP), I finally decided to dig it out two days ago.
I also felt extremely guilty since I haven't drawn a single picture of Kenon since May last year, so that was another
motivator. xD

So, anyway~
This is a retake on an older drawing of mine from March 2011 (which is included in the "related work" links below).
I'm glad I waited this long to finish it, because if I'd completed it when I originally wanted to, it would have been a
lot less pleasing to the eyes. xD And I am actually quite happy with the way it turned out . . . although, as always,
I had some issues trying to shade Kenon's armor. I find that black is quite an irritating color to work with, as trying
to get the right contrast can be a nightmare. For me, anyway.

_______________________________________________________________________________________

Approx. 13 Hours

Related work
-
fav.me/d6550h3
fav.me/d67ffg1
fav.me/d3b9ign

The Calypsis Project, characters, artwork (C) Brittany M. Willows