Raven Rawne

@Capper So I finished your request, and I must admit, griffons are hard for me to draw. These beaks, how do they work at angles? But yeah, I did my bet shot, hope it's enough for you.

@Nightmare Season The mint mare led her wagon, albeit erratically, out of the Upper Canterlot and into the less well off, yet still relatively rich districts. She thought for a good spot to spend the night, since she rarely visited the capital and mostly kept to the cheaper areas to rest her head. Still, a dead end narrow street by some warehouses should suffice this time. She was woken up by that damnable plant, urging her to get going already as Celestia's Sun broke into the small space. Reluctantly, she obliged and backtracked her steps to Peony's mansion. By the look of the clocks on the buildings, she made it around eight and casually parked on the street behind the corner, so she wasn't seen from Peony's place Flower would need to tell her whether she was needed or not, though, as the grounds were already getting somewhat busy with ponies coming and going for some reason. The awful carriage was absent, however.

Alright. Like I said, I'll try both and see which ends up better. @Dark Horse I have completed your request. I have experimented a bit with pencil mid tones and while not all of it made it through the digitisation, I am curious of your thoughts on the piece.

It may be hard to pull off the X well enough for Tempest to look good as the farther away one, but, we'll see how it goes.

@VoltWrecker it can be done, however, I need to know whether the two characters are supposed to be looking at each other, back to back or perhaps making sort of an X shape with your OC on "top"? Side views are actually easier than 3/4 so I'm totally fine with that. @BlueBook any hints on what you're looking for in that drawing? I like to make pieces that tell something about the portrayed characters so, any particular pose, clothing and the like?

Glad you like it, since I tried to draw this one several times and it didn't look right until this last time. Now it looks like a prelude to a royal portrait that would hang somewhere in her palace. Shame I didn't have a clue how to add the dress in a meaningful way to it though.

@Califorum I've completed your request, here it is:

@Nightmare Season @Dark Horse Natural Order got back to the inn, and decided to try and settle on some kind of barter with the owner to clear out her wagon from things that wouldn't be needed on the trip. After taking stock of what was for sale, she shook hooves but, it was a bad deal to be honest. Still, better than letting all these baskets, crates and other assorted stuff to rot in the gutters. Wastefullness didn't sit well with her. The mare spent the rest of the evening, well into the night, in her wagon, double checking everything as she jotted notes on what she had and what was needed, as well as repackaging to make more room for her employers luggage. If she weren't so tired, she would probably consult her books on flora and fauna if they had anything useful on Everfree - most didn't but, she recalled there were some patchy mentionings. Even though she rarely ventured into it, it was usually for an hour or three, no longer. As her tiredness grew, Natural Order retreated to her room for the night. She woke up, as per usual, with the Sun. After all these years, she seemed to grow accustomed to wake once it was bright enough. Unaware and, honestly, not caring what hour it was, the mint adventurer readied herself and vacated the room, then had to wait for some breakfast in the common room, mindful not to disturb the drunkards who couldn't go home on their own. Since she already paid, and dearly, for her stay, it was time to leave. It took some trial and error, usually error corrected by asking the passerby for directions, but Natural Order navigated the streets of Canterlot and finally reached the train station. It was eight thirty on an impressive clock on the facade, and she found a spot to park her wagon where she could be seen. The mare seemed out of place, wearing black hoofboots, brown pants, and a green jacket that clearly saw some abuse but, looked clean and well kept. She sat on the steps and smoled a pipe as she tried to ix the feather on her hat, but couldn't get it to her satisfaction. And so she awaited the unicorns she met just the other night, ready to go where most ponies wouldn't, even for a hefty pay...

I can try, yeah. Expressions are kinda hard for me. And you mean the bandana on his neck or some other accessory?

@Califorum You have any reference on her? Mainly the hair, since you left it out in the desctiption. Really, anything to show how you want her to look. @Dark Horse Sure! I am certain I can produce something according to your request.

I tried automatic on a brand new VW Touran with all the gadgetry it could possibly have but, it felt so weird and... wrong even! Honesty, manual is the only way to go for me and I love changing gears in my Lancia Lybra. It just adds to the already fabulous experience of driving her.

Okay, so, I don't draw humans "yet", but I could give a pony a shot. So, partial body I presume? Any particular pose or background?

So I was looking for stuff to draw and thought, "hey, you had that request shop stuff, and it was pretty good for getting you to draw on a semi regular basis". And here it is, finally reopened. Due to yet another style shift I am not making full bodies for now, but I will, eventually, once I get a grip on them again.

@Nightmare Season The train trip was calm an uneventful, which counted as a good thing these days for the mint adventurer. Although, being confined to another box for a period of time didn't sit too well with her. Not to mention, now that she couldn't really roam around, Naural Order had a good look on just how distressed Peony seemed over returning to Canterlot and, quite frankly, it was contagious. Tven staring out the window at Equestrian wildlands and fields the train cut through didn't do much help to lift the mood... Natural Order was seriously starting to worry what awaits them on the end station, mostly for her employer's sake - she could probably walk away from it empty hooved and live as she did but, promises are promises! It was early evening and the sky was painted orange from the setting Sun as they reached Canterlot. First the slow, adorous climb of the steel beast around the mountain, followed by, supposedely, graceful arrival on the Canterlot Central train station. To the earth pony, it was just hissing steam and grumbling metal in her years, along with loud industrial noises and all the commotion of a bustling city assaulting their train car. Visibly reluctant, she rolled off the seat on her hooves, stretched her back after the long ride, and nodded silently at her employer to head out. They will have t reach the back of te train to recover the wagon, and cut through the streams of second and thord class passengers leaving the train. As expected, the amount of ponies and other creatures - Natural could see a few griffons towering above other passengers as they left the train - was sufficient to pose an obstacle to reach the train's other end. But that wouldn't discourage the mare, as she kept Peony close on her tail. Better get going and be done with whatever awaited them in this city... Although, one thing caught her attentin as they waded through the crowd - the station seemed... decorated? Not just normally ornate as it was, with marbles and everything they could plaster to a wall that looked fancy and expensive but, decorated, with ribbons and flowers, as if expecting an important guest. A slight shiver of a possible realisation ran down her spine as natural Order glanced behind to Peony. ...except she wasn't there. Looking around, frantically so, Natural Order couldn't see her employre no matter what. the crowd started to thin out and she was... gone! Cursing her luck and a certain stallion she wouldn't bring herself to call by name, she ran to get her wagon and hopefully, find some clues onto where Peony was. If she left the wagon on the train, it would be effectively lost to the beourocracy and so on, and she would never allow it! Only once the small wagon was back in her owner's hooves, did she park it someplace on the side and run up to the station lobby. The ribbons and flowers were everywhere, whih made her feel sick at the sheer wasteful expense but this wasn'tthe time to ponder over it - there was a red carpet laid on the marble floor, leading to a side entrance for first class passagers so they can get to their fancy carriages as soon as possible, and it was the last straw to convice natural what exacly happened. Some wel built "security" ponies were at the doors so trying to get through them would be a lost cause, and Peony was probably "escorted" away already... With a stom of futile anger, Natural turned back for her wagon. As she looked inside her tiny home to check everything was okay and secured, one object caught attention of the frustrated and saddenned mare. She walked inside and closed the doors, then sat on the floor beside a crate, and on top of it, was the strapped pot with the Flower. With a sigh, natural spoke up, quietly. "hey, I don't know if you're listening or not, but, seems like that bastard took Peony again. So I gotta ask, do you know a way to her house? I was there, once, but I've no idea how to reach it from here." She ran a hoof over her short mane and sighed again. "At worst I could just give you back to her, along with all her stuff..." That strange voice pierced through her head and the mare winced at the alien sensation, but, nodded silently and got up to walk where she was instructed to. As she was about to close the doors behind her, she looked back at the plant and nodded. "Thanks." She then proceeded to walk the wide streets of the capital city, until she finally reached her goal. There it was, that awful carriage, parked by the entrance to Peony's house, err, mansion. The sheer size of the thing, and all for a single family. Natural Order parked behind the corner, out of sight, and now peered through an old looking glass to assess the situation. It was dark, but, the lights were lit inside, and she saw silhouettes in what she guessed to be a dining hall or something. Also, quite a few of well dressed, but still gruff looking stallions outside. Apparently, that delusional freak was puffing his chest about "rescuing" the daughter of the house from mortal danger of the real world outside from their little, snobby world. She listenedto the Flower as it relayed what it could gather, and then folded her looking glass and went back tothe wagon. "Welp, seems like we're outa luck tonight. I'll come tomorrow and we'll see if she's still here, then try and meet her somehow. Let's head someplace I won't be suspected as a burglar..." She reluctantly walked out of the rich disctrict and thought for a place to park her house for the night.