Here's the lineart! Iif anything should be different, and if you have any preferences for colors (hair, eye, clothing, etc.) let me know! I did the sketch traditionally and inked it digitally, so I can easily change it. 

Here it is! Let me know if you want anything fixed or changed. This was so much fun to draw!

Gosh I'm so sorry!!!  I've been busy lately and kind of forgot about this, but I'm working on it now and will probably post the story tomorrow.  I don't have the whole plot down yet but I'm going with a dystopian theme.

AAAAHHH I'm so sorry that I haven't shown you this sooner! See, I was going to once I finished the sketch to check in with you, then I procrastinated on that and started the base colors and shading . . . but here it is, is it all right? It's not finished yet.

Also, I am pretty new at digital art, heh, so I haven't been the most . . . efficient. 

Will start drawing as soon as I’m done being gone from home and sad!!

Hello, Feline! I'm sorry but I could not see your picture. Could you attach it again please? I'm sure it's beautiful.

This is probably over 1000 words, sorry!

Fresh Air

Jacin cursed uder his breath as the generator spluttered like a dying animal and then gave one final sigh.  He could already feel the air of the ramshackle hut becoming uncomfortably warm and stagnant.  The salvaged hunk of old-world tech had been the only thing keeping him from the deadly heat and smog that hung over the barren country, the product of thousands of years of war and pollution.  He sighed heavily and knelt next to the generator, his sharp green eyes inspecting it for signs of damage.  The control panel fell open at his slight touch to reveal a smoking, disfigured blob of metal inside the machine. "Just great," Jacin muttered sarcastically. "The blasted motor's burnt out." He would either have to risk his life looking for another or stay here waiting for his slow, inevitable death in the poisonous air.

And so he wandered out of the shelter he'd made from tarps and scrap metal, shoving a tattered baseball cap over his curly brown hair even though he knew the hat wouldn't protect him from the harsh glare of the sun.  He wore it because it reminded him of his parents, of his life before.  Jacin fondly recalled watching pre-recorded games on an old TV with his dads, eating popsicles and laughing through the static.  That felt like eons ago, before there wasn't enough oxygen and food to go around, before hapiness had become a far-off memory.  Now every breath he took burned his lungs like swallowing fire and his heart felt like it had become heavy iron.  His eyes stung, but Jacin blamed his sudden meloncholy on the toxins in the air.  Around him were collapsed buildings and cracked streets, run-down vehicles and shattered glass.  What was once a great country, what some called an empaire, was now a desolate, broken land.  That was simply reality- why should he feel sorry for himself?  Why should he long for something different?  Yet a lingering sadness still crept alongside him like a shadow no matter how hard he shunned it.

Jacin dug through piles of rubble and burnt metal, dust and ash covering his face and hands, but found nothing of decent use.  The sun was high in the sky and his already tanned skin began to burn under its neverending gaze.  Sweat dripped down his neck and his throat felt painfully dry.  I can't keep going, he told himself.  I'm just going to have to give up.  He sank to his knees in the middle of the empty street, his head aching.  And then something in the wind suddenly shifted and pure oxygen filled his heaving lungs.  It was just for a moment, but now he was fully alert.  Through clouds of smog he caught a glimpse of green mountains and wispy white clouds that sent shivers through his body.  He'd never seen anything so pure, so beautiful.  Jacin wasn't sure why but his very soul, something he'd forgotten he even had, pulled him towards the mountains.

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He ran and climbed through thorny undergrowth until his muscled ached and his legs gave out, hungering for just one breath of fresh air.  He collapsed onto the surprisingly soft dirt and practically crawled to the summit.  When he finally reached it, Jacin found that he was out of breath- but it was exhilerating.  Below him was a sea of trees and mist, stretching out as far as he could see.  Above him was a pale, soft grey sky, endless and peaceful.  He took a deep breath and felt emotion welling up inside him.  He tried to hold it back, but everything he'd held in all these years came flooding out.  The air up here was thin, but it was misty and sweet and pure.  Jacin was bruised and bleeding from his trek up the mountain, but he wouldn't trade what he was now experiencing for anything.  Hot tears pooled in his eyes and he finally let himself cry.  He cried for what used to be, for his fathers now lost to the dusty wind of the desert below, for all the years of struggle and lonliness, for the sheer beauty of this moment.  Words just couldn't encompass it.  He breathed in the mountain air, his heart pounding in exhileration.  And then his body couldn't keep up with his soul and his tired, scarred heart ceased its beating.  Jacin realized what was going on a second before it happened, but still he smiled as he breathed his last.  He finally was whole, and the last thing he felt was the cold, clear, perfect air that whipped through his hair and carried his weary spirit away on the breeze.