Blood on His Hands

YAY!! Another Teddy

I'm staying at *makani's place, and she's been helping me conquer my fear apathy towards colouring XDDDD This lead to the phrase:

EVERYTHING I KNOW IS WRONG!!

And it has become something of a legend between the two of us. LOL XD I'll probably draw that comic later XD

ANYWAY. I don't think this is too bad for my first serious attempt at colouring backwards No, seriously, it's all back-to-front!! D: You go dark and then get light 0_o As a portrait artist who works on white paper... WHUT?! XDDDDD So yes. Heather has been invaluable

So, this is from Fernwithy's fan fiction; Teddy Lupin and the Daedalus Maze, which you should all go and stalk because it's brilliant Here's the exerpt;

In front of him was a boy of fifteen with the high cheekbones and gray eyes of the Black family and his father's wavy, light brown hair, coming to a familiar widow's peak on the left side before falling down into his fringe. Aside from the waves, which he apparently morphed out subconsciously most of the time, there was nothing surprising about that; he'd just been the one to tell Donzo that he did have a true shape, after all.

What stopped Teddy was the burning room behind him--the charred, smoke-filled parlor of the Shrieking Shack. He could see the curtains blowing out through shattered windows, and there was an unidentifiable lump on the floor that Teddy knew nonetheless. It was Fenrir Greyback. Teddy's image stood in the middle of this carnage with blood dripping from its hands.

I KNOW RIGHT IT ARE AWESOME SRS BZN0RZ

Peace,
Rotae