Introduction

This is for that 100 theme challenge thing on dA.
 
 
Well, today my art teacher told me I needed to fill the remaining 200ish pages of my sketchbook....in less than two weeks. And make a new animation. Haha! April fools....right? Sadly not so much. (Don't worry, I won't actually do all of that, but I will however make a token effort)

Soooo, I was thinking....how the heck to I quickly fill pages? I'll never think of enough new characters to draw.
Then I remembered this 100 theme challenge! So, expect a lot of these with the chraracter of Lost.

Critique not desired as this is a doodle. If you want to say something, feel free, I won't be offended, just know that I don't think this is a great work of art. Seriously, the thing I was trying to make good was their hands and arms, and I came up with something that looked good to me the first time, so I'm satisfied.

This, (and probably most all of the ones to come) is a scene from the story. When Katsu and Tez first meet. There's a bit of it in the upper right hand corner, but here is some more. (BTW, this is still my first draft of this text....it probably sucks...and it's old...so there are some outdated details, things I have changed elsewhere in the text but not here) :



"They reached the small brook he had sat at earlier and the fox girl, realizing they had come to their destination, sat down gracefully on the springy moss. He was about to sheath his sword and do the same but the blade caught his eye. It was streaked with more wolf blood. He grimaced and knelt by the stream to wash it off. The blood streamed off from the weapon, mingling with the fresh spring water, weaving in ribbons and tendrils to dissipate downstream. Once he was satisfied that the red stains had all washed from the cold steel he dried it hastily on the green moss before finally sheathing it. He glanced behind him at the girl. She hadn’t moved from the spot where she sat and was gazing at him evenly. Uncertainly he sat down facing her. Now that he had washed the blood off and was away from the pile of corpses he felt a lot better. “Sorry,” he murmured, staring down at the ground, nervously picking bits of grass. He still hadn’t completely caught his breath. He finally composed himself enough to remember his manners. “Are you all right?” he asked, looking up at her again. He noticed that her arm and leg were streaked with blood. “You’re hurt,” he said worriedly.

“Oh,” she realized, reflexively grasping her upper arm, examining it. “It’s not that bad, it barely got its teeth into me. It should be fine if I clean it out, it probably won’t even scar,” she shrugged, she didn’t appear to be in pain or bothered by it at all. “You’re hurt too you know,” she said, grinning, motioning to his right forearm. Katsu scoffed disbelievingly before checking to confirm what she said. He really wished he hadn’t, it was a bloody mess, the teeth marks deep. Suddenly he felt very faint. Now that the excitement of the battle had worn of he could feel the pain. He held his breath, trying to keep a straight face. He’d never suffered any injury greater than tripping and skinning his knees, and this was significantly worse. He couldn’t let her think that just a stupid wolf bite would bother him. She obviously caught the look on his face, he didn’t seem to hiding his pain very well, because she dropped her smile. He watched her edge foreword cautiously from the side of his vision, not daring to face the embarrassment of letting her see his face. Without asking she grabbed his arm, examining it intently. He flinched at her touch.

“Well, it’s worse than mine, I’ll give you that, but it’s nothing you’re going to die over,” Katsu didn’t know which was worse, the pain or the humiliation.

She pulled him to his feet and dragged him over to the spring again to wash it off. He didn’t bother to resist but winced at the feel of the ice-cold water against the wound. Once she was satisfied she opened the bag that she wore slung over her shoulder and pulled out a bottle of liquid and some bandages. She uncorked the bottle and poured some on the wound. Katsu winced at the sting, trying to keep his mind on something else. He realized he didn’t even know the girl’s name. “I’m Katsu,” he said. No need formalities here, if she didn’t know who he was then that was all the better.

She smiled brightly, amber eyes sparkling. “I’m Tez,” she stated, now methodically bandaging his arm. “Thanks for saving me. I guess I was about to become lunch.” She tried nervously to laugh the whole ordeal off. “Er, so, where did you learn to use a sword so well?”
The question caught him off guard; it was so obvious, and so strange coming from her.

“Uh, my brother,” he said simply. She seemed rather impressed and interested, but Katsu didn’t really feel proud at all. He had always waited for, wanted the opportunity to fight something, prove his worth, but now he head, it wasn’t all that great. He even felt bad for the wolves, all they had wanted was food, and though he did not necessarily agree with their means of getting it, they had been killed for it. Not that he felt bad for saving Tez, that was something that he would never regret. Regardless, he shuddered at the thought—the power he had, and had used, to take a life.

“There!” Tez announced, finishing with his arm. Her voice pulled Katsu from his thoughts. “You’ll be fine,” she said almost sarcastically, smiling her wonderful smile again.

“Thanks,” he acknowledged. He thought for a moment before speaking again, trying to make polite conversation. “So…you just carry that bag around with you? It’s like you’re expecting to get hurt.” he couldn’t resist noting.

She laughed. “No! I usually take better care of myself than that! Geez, you say it like I’m some sort of accident waiting to happen! No, I’m training to be a doctor, that’s all.”
“Why?” Katsu asked, he was apparently missing something here, something she felt was very obvious. She seemed a bit young for that.
“Oh, come on!” she rolled her eyes sarcastically, “Everyone knows!” She stared at him imploringly as if waiting for him to realize some apparent truth. She waited expectantly for a moment before giving up, obviously the boy knew nothing. “Most of the foxes are doctors. It’s not something super special.”

Katsu mentally cursed himself for not paying more attention to his teachers, he should have remembered something so obvious, no matter how much he hated politics. “Wait,” he said, trying to shift the focus of the conversation, hiding his embarrassment, “then why were you fighting wolves to the death? That doesn’t seem very doctor-like to me.”

“Because I felt like it,” she grinned, “I just didn’t know there would be so many.” Even though she made the comment jokingly, it didn’t seem as though it was the complete truth.

“Wolves hunt in packs, everyone knows!” He challenged, grinning.

“I did, everyone does,” Tez replied quickly, sounding overly defensive.

“So then why?”

She shook her head, evidently she didn’t want to talk about it. And, as much as he would have like to know, he didn’t push the matter. He looked nervously up at the sky. The sun was starting to set, if he left now he still might be able to slip back home before dark. Hopefully no one had noticed his absence. She had seemed to notice the same thing. “How far away do you live?” he asked, “If you want, I can walk you home.” He felt somehow obligated. And besides, it wouldn’t be good if she ran into trouble again. Now that he had helped her out once he felt compelled to ensure her continued safety.

“No, that’s okay, I live pretty far away. I’m sure there aren’t many wolves left now, I should be fine.” He nodded, and they bid each other farewell.

“Say, will I ever see you again?” he couldn’t help but ask. He was embarrassed he had said anything, but he still meant it.

“I would say so. How about tomorrow?” He hadn’t exactly been expecting that, but he was fine with it.

“Sure! See you then!”"



Wow....if anyone read all that....you're beyond amazing.