ZECATE, SANDSHIFTER OF THE OLMAKAHN
I still feel like my arm is going to pop off and scuttle down the hallway after my booster shot, but I still wanted to make something, so I nabbed an old sketch of my crabby Charr granny and stuck to inking.
It's still shaky in places, but it's not too shabby!
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Zecate is old, cranky and still swingin'. A voracious hunter in her youth and a collector of stories in her twilight years.
With her cubs (and grand cubs) grown, and her beloved now passed, Zecate has turned to perfecting her elemental arts. Every day becoming a little more isolated and a little more bitter, which has earned her a bit of a reputation for being an old hag.
That was until Legion Charr arrived at their village (in her lifetime, no less!).
Seeing her distant sisters' glimmering armour, Zecate's mind was flooded with memories of her childhood. She would stand, brandishing a stick, all fluff and bluster, declaring that she would free all the enslaved females in Ascalon, kill the Shaman King and marry the grateful princess.
History, it would seem, unfolded very differently than she had imagined.
Clenching her grey jaw and grabbing her most trustworthy walking staff, Zecate resolved that she would make due on her promise and strike out for Ascalon. Not in the name of youthful glory this time, but to explore the land of her foremothers. This grizzled grimalkin still has one grand adventure left in her old bones!
