There are probably other types of footwear—besides raised-heel jackboots, I mean—in the WPK universe, and I should probably pay enough attention to try drawing them.
There are probably other types of footwear—besides raised-heel jackboots, I mean—in the WPK universe, and I should probably pay enough attention to try drawing them.
Nah, in a world tossed about in the raging seas of real and metaphysical civil war, full of extra-dimensional parasitic demi-gods, soul-selling Ponzi schemes, giant flying catfish and slackers with electric blunderbuses, I find some comfort in the consistency of the footwear.
I admit, I love the parasol Anthem made to keep the blood off of her. And the group’s rather casual stroll past all the corpses…
I personally love the nonchalant way they stroll into the most… inappropriate places.
They are badass, and they know it.
To meddle with footwear is to court madness. Next thing you know you have floopy-toed abominations and ninja dancing around in glorified socks!
Also Prince Thrale is rockin’ that “insane mountain grizzly” look. You just *know* that beard smells like there are birds nesting in it.