The fox hunter wears feathers as a charm.� These sly warriors feed largely on fowl, from small pheasants on up through the dangerous neolithic turkey.� It thus makes sense to wear tokens of their prey.The whip he carries is a cruel but efficient device.� The weighted barbs at the end are meant to hook into a ground-dwelling bird and prevent it from flying away.� It takes a lot of dexterity to hook the prey without accidentally hooking oneself.I call this pose "the Slink", and not just because it's a fox. As unbalanced and unlikely as it is, it conveys that sense of animalistic sneakiness with a (relatively) human form.
I am quite sure I've drawn this pose before, but tonight, I'm far too tired to seek it out. It would only make me depressed at my lack of creativity.�
Actually, I'm probably too tired to get depressed. I've reached that state where fatigue is like a drug. A cheap, dirty drug, with a really sloppy high.
And anyways, I kind of like the face on this one, particularly the eyes.� They feel like the first decent eyes I've drawn in about a week.� I find that reassuring, especially given how many times I dropped the pencil tonight.
Okay, okay... I'm going to bed.
