Lucid Screams

"He's... strange. He spends all of his time in his room, and leaves only for food. No one dares approach him; he never speaks, and many of the other patrons describe his gaze as something feral, yet abysmally hollow. No one knows what happened to him--how he lost his eye--but only when his mind dances a short waltz with lucidity do we know his voice, and then... only by his screams." --Tavern/inn maid

Shortly put, this is what my mind's been like for the past few days, and apparently still is. Yes, it's a work in progress, and probably will never get any further, but considering how little I used the reference I had, I'm rather proud of what's here. I just think I forgot a little bit of linework in his face, but that's perfectly okay. ._.; I just wish I knew where to put his shoulders. D: It would make the concept of this drawing being finished like this a bit less likely.

Context: This is from the latest point in Iae's timeline, long enough after his son's death for him to have successfully gone into hiding, and completely lost his mind. The quote that opens this description I think illustrates his situation at this point rather nicely.

PS: I really like how his teeth came out. I find strange things aesthetically pleasing. ._.







Iaeruki is mine. His name belongs to the craziness in my brain. Steal, and not only will you be gutted by a rust-eaten spoodle, but I will have you consigned to a horrible, horrible doom in the pit of rabid wolverines and "goth" Paris Hilton.