He'll Come For Me WIP Picture

PLEASE comment if you fave! I worked hard on this.
All right, I'm going to try to take part in the 100 Picture Challenge, or whatever it's called here. Basically, you draw one picture each for one of 100 themes. I just started learning how to draw human faces about two months ago. I was going to hold off on entering the challenge until I'd gotten bodily postures down better, but figured that if I waited that long I'd never get anywhere. So I know I still need a lot of work. Maybe doing this challenge will help me improve, maybe not. I like to hope that maybe someday I'll be able to redo this picture and it'll look a whole lot better. For now though, it's much better than what I could have done a couple of months ago.
This is a drawing from Part 27 of Escape From Manitou Island [link] and illustrates the theme of "Innocence." Young Turtle, daughter of Manabozho, has been kidnapped by the evil manitou Megissogwun who says that he will not return her until her father calls upon his father, the West Wind Kabeyun, to settle a score they have from years ago. The powerful Megissogwun easily beats down Manabozho...but little Turtle has a thing or two to say to him in return. (That's Megissogwun's shadow looming over her, BTW.)

This is just the inked sketch. I've cropped a bit of the background off for now. I'm planning on filling it all in with colored pencil, as that's the only medium I have, that and a photo program which mangles my pictures when I resize and try to up the saturation a bit.
Anyway...the next theme I believe is "Drive" and I already have it inked in.
This will be scrapped later on when I upload the finished version. Just wanted to put this in my gallery to brag a bit.
Criticism not desired as I already know all the flaws this has, thank you very much.
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A shard of light fell through the pitch darkness, then a shadow nearly blocked it up, growing larger as it stepped into the room. The light vanished, plunging everything into gloom again; then with a crackling noise, a fire appeared in a hollow in the wall, and Turtle blinked the sting from her eyes, right before she felt herself flying forward and let out a yelp.

She landed and tumbled head over heels down what seemed to be a pile of puppies; when she landed at the bottom, she realized that was nearly what they were, a great pile of animal skins, mostly wolves; she let out another yelp and scurried back from them, then saw the shadow looming over her, and with a third yelp scrambled back into the furs. She cowered there shaking for a moment or two; then the shadow moved forward and swept the top of the fur pile away. Turtle sat trembling in the midst of them, teeth chattering, staring up at the huge figure which stared back down.

Megissogwun's eyes were impassive, disinterested...though he did frown just a little. "And you are the granddaughter of Kabeyun," he said in his deep dead voice. "Not remarkably impressive."

Turtle blinked a few times, then her lower lip started to stick out. "I don't know any Kabby-yun," she retorted, "but I know my papa, and he'll kick your TAIL!"

Megissogwun raised one eyebrow just slightly. "Oh really? Will he?"

Turtle nodded defiantly. "You bet he will! Once he comes looking for me and finds me, then you'd better run! NOBODY beats Papa and gets away with it!"

"I hate to tell you this, small child, but I have already done just this," Megissogwun replied.

Turtle's eyes widened, then blinked. Her lip started quivering anew. She bit it and scowled at him, tiny fists clenched.

"JUST YOU WAIT! Once he finds me you'll be SORRY!"

"Oh really," said Megissogwun, with less conviction this time. He seemed to ignore her vehement nodding and started to turn away. "Well then...keep telling yourself this...and perhaps you will not be so much of a pain before I'm forced to kill you."

Turtle started scrabbling at the furs. Megissogwun stopped and looked back at her as she tumbled head over heels and fell to the floor again. She pushed herself up, kicking away a few stray furs and jogging awkwardly toward him as if she couldn't bend her knees properly. She halted right before him, glaring up into his face with her lip sticking out and her fists clenched at her sides and her hair sticking out every which way.

Megissogwun raised an eyebrow again. "What do you plan to do, small child?"

Turtle's nose wrinkled. "You're a BIG MEAN MAN!" She drew her leg back, and kicked him in the shin as hard as she could; a second later, Megissogwun's expression hadn't changed much, but Turtle's had, as her face scrunched up and she started hopping around on one foot, clasping the other and yelping in pain. "Ow! Ow! Ow...!"

Megissogwun crossed his arms. "Is that what your father plans on doing to me? Because if so, perhaps he'd best save his breath."

Turtle hopped over to the fur pile and collapsed against it, putting her stubbed toe up to her mouth and sucking on it. "Just you wait!" she exclaimed around it, her voice muffled. "He'll hurt you a WHOLE lot more than that! Just wait and see, he'll come for me!"

Megissogwun stared at her blandly. "You had better hope so," he said at last, before turning away and walking back toward the far side of what Turtle now saw to be some sort of cave, or hollow beneath the ground. She peered around at the walls uneasily, the throbbing in her toe fading as anxiety took over. She rubbed her foot and her eyes grew when the big man held his hand up before a large rock protruding from the earthen wall, and a hazy image appeared. She thought that she saw a dull grassy field, and dark hills in the distance, but couldn't be sure; it made no sense to her. The big man stared into the image for a moment or so, then one of the feathers on his head twitched just a bit, and he held up his hand again.

"He's already out, I see," he said, and waved his hand so the image started to fade; he looked back at her and she gasped at the sudden attention, ducking back into the furs. "You'd better hope your father has even half the mettle his father has," he said in that eerie dead voice, and finished waving the image away. "Else there will certainly be a troubling turn of events for you."


Megissogwun is from Ojibwa mythology. Turtle is © Tehuti.
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