Drakkor Trilogy One: 'New Day Rising'

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Paul Doyle

In real life, I had an especially rough winter 2003/4, and I struggled mightily with depression and just plain getting the motivation to do anything . . . one reason why I'm so behind on Elfwood comment responses, both here and also on my (main) Wyvern's page. Only now am I really starting to break out of it. I'm not the only one. The dolphin trainer guy who pretty much introduced me to 'furry' art, Drakkor, had an even worse time. The poor guy had his heart broken and I felt so bad for him, because the events basically stopped him in his tracks and he was an emotional wreck. There wasn't much I could do, since he lives a continent and an ocean away from me. I'd promised him a Drakkor Trilogy to help cheer him up . . . and then I got nailed with a (winter-related) depression bug that just made me feel . . . numb and down. And unmotivated. I just wanted to sleep, although my work attendance and work performance was fine. Art was my way out of the rut, although it took me way too long to get this first picture done . . . the contrast between the shore and the water drove me nuts, because I was challenging myself to do things I'd never done before (keep in mind I've only been drawing actively for less than a year, and am more of a writer than an artist). Anyway, the real life Drakkor's feeling a LOT better now, because love seems to have returned to his life :) Nevertheless, a generic gold Doyle dragoness (not Jul'eweisa, Jak'edrac's mate!) strolling along the beach is startled to find half-dragon, half-raptor Drakkor bawling his eyes out despite the rising of the morning sun and the parting of storm clouds. Stay tuned . . . she cheers him up . . . (And yes, the contrast between shore and the water should be vastly improved in 'Drakkor Trilogy Two' which is 40% done as I write this. I'm still a beginner, folks.)

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