Minotaurs of the World sketch - asiatic buffalo

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Anna Smith

Got off my arse to do another in this tentative series of mine, minotaurs based on different bovines found around the world. I try and stick with the wilder types for this, though some of the domestic breeds are just damn cool looking, and those tend to be the more primitive ones I've found. This is sketch has progressed, so I've updated the scan and I'll post the finished work here when it's done. Based on the asiatic buffalo - the wild one, not the domestic one, whose horns sweep backwards - this will be a young female. The problem I'm having mainly has has to do with finding period ethnic attire, and I just don't have the time to do the research I'd like, so this picture has been somewhat stalled. I'll get back to it someday.

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