Meyvelin In The Dark

I FAIL!
This was gonna be my best shot on shading since the Dancing with Fireballs pic, but I had to go coloringhappy last night and screwed it all up. Way to go, Reggie, way to go.

This be Meyvelin, my little warriorbitch with anger issues that can probably scare the immortality out of Jesus.
And yes, she is naked in this picture. Who cares.

Badly written part of story that comes with this scene, if you haven't read her profile sheet, I reccommend you do that first [link] :
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"I HATE YOU!" Meyvelin screamed with her lungs full power, leaving her throat sore. But she screamed again and again.
Gannd looked at the broken and chained dragoness in front of him and chuckled.
"Is that the loudest you can scream?"
"RAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!"Meyvelin roared and charged towards him only to be brutually halted by the chains around her wrists, feet and neck only inches away from Gannds silent figure.
Her claws and maw was so close he could easily smell the Kiaeen fragrance her body produced when the adrenaline reached top level. The smell of anger and rage.
Meyvelin on the other hand smelled him from the moment he stepped through the door. His neck stenched in that expencive cologne, cloaking his natural body odour and annoying Meyvelins nostrils to the fullest.
She snapped after his face, but he stood completely still. She couldn't reach him, whatever she tried. And Gannd knew that. He knew exactly how far the chains would take her.
"Meyvelin, when will you learn."he said and pulled up his left sleave revealing his electronic wristband.
Meyvelin, almost surprised by it's sudden presence, backed away a whole step.
"No... wait! Don't..."she staggered, but the same second her voice drowned in a scream of pain as lightning struck through her body making her legs collapse under her. As her legs couldn't bear her, neither could her arms, forcing her body towards the stone floor, with her wrists, feet and neck nearly paralysed. She desperatly tried to remove the collar and the cuffs, pulling them, scratching them, even tried to bite them off even tho she knew she wouldn't be able to remove them at all.
This painful ordeal lasted a whole minute, leaving her heavily panting on the floor unable to move a muscle.
Gannd gazed down on her before he poked her carefully with his boot to see her response.

And then he kicked her.

She wimpered and curled up.
If she had been human, several of her ribs would have been broken. But she is a Montezumian, a draconin, and as Gannd knows, her kind can take a lot of abuse.
He kneeled beside her and said, almost whispering, to her: "Better give up while you can."
She swallowed and said: "Never. I will never give up to you!"
Gannd sighed, the Kiaeen sure was a stubborn race, with their pollicy of rather die than submit. But alas, they were a strong race, diciplined and tactical. Perfect for what Gannd had in mind for Meyvelin. All he had to do was break her, but it seemed harder than he had foreseen. But he did love a challenge, and Meyvelin was the best challenge he had in years.

"Now, shall we take another round?"he said calmly and pushed some buttons on the wristband and Meyvelin bursted out another scream of pain even tho this time it was only her collar that sent lightning through her body. Gannd saw her wriggle on the floor, unaffected by her loud screams.
In desperation she grabbed the pantsleave of his left leg and held it tight between her claws.

"Stop... please, no more. I can't take it anymore!"she begged.

"Then say it, Meyvelin. And on your knees."
Meyvelin hesitated for a moment, but was slapped back into reality by Gannds harsh voice: "Now! Or else I'll start all over again!!!"
Her body ached, but she bit her lip and plased herself on knees in front of him. When she kneeled like this, Gannd was only 2 heads higher than her. He was tall for a human, but small to Montezumian standards. It was obvious he enjoyed seeing this enormous creature kneel before him knowing he had power.

"Come on, Meyvelin. It's two words, two small words!"

Meyvelin swallowed, opening her mouth to say it and the first word staggered out: "Y-yes..."
"Yes what? It's not that hard."
She stared angrily at him, her gaze penetrating his eyes.

"Yes... master!"she cursed herself for saying those words. Swallowing her pride was hard.

"Bravo."he said pleased. "It wasn't that hard was it, eh Meyvelin?"he grinned.
"You've made yourself worth some food actually,"he picked up a tray near the door and placed in in front of the female Montezumian. "You better eat it."
She looked away, ignoring him and the food.
"There's no use thinking you got the upper hand here, Meyvelin. You'll end up hurting yourself if you don't start thinking about your body!"he slammed the steel door shut leaving Meyvelin in complete silence.
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So yeah, my writing sucks. Probably a lot of words in there you've never even heard of. Whatever.

One thing I often do with my characters are that I base them on myself and Meyvelin is the one that is most equal to me. I have anger management issues and I'm really stubborn.

Anyway:
Meyvelin and artwork is (C) to me

Lineart sketch in Photoshop 7.0
A bazillion hours
Wacom drawing tablet Intuous 3 A5