For some months, now, Deos Talon and his Circle have been engaging in regular weapons practice. Though it was rough going for the portly physician at first, his Exalted physiology soon took over, and it wasn't long before the pounds started dropping. One morning, as he was dressing, Talon realized that he no longer recognized the fit, trim individual in the mirror. This is a cute one, I think. Not only am I getting faster at coloring these images, but the quality is increasing. I like using shadow to convey the sense of Talon's silk buff jacket. Thanks to the smudge tool, one can almost feel the texture.