The Colors Of Sky And Rain.

Picture of Wren I started WAY back. Continuous troubles made it so I couldn't finish it. But then I reinstalled my operating system, and could finish it.

The picture was inspired off of Poets Of The Fall's "Roses," a song which I thought fit Wren perfectly in that he's... Quite the nature boy. xD If he were stuck in the city for any amount of time, I do believe he'd probably go mad. The wilderness is the only place where he feels himself, can smile again, and without it, he's truly nothing at all. It just had that feeling to me, that despite his hardships, it's a hopeful song. Overall, it had the feeling of Wren connecting with his love for nature. THOUGH. It could be about a certain girl in the story. >_> (SORRY SEY. NOT YOU. YOU COME LATER. D: xDDDDDDDD)

OH. And. His tribal collar doesn't really look like that. I was just. Bored. And. Having fun. >_> xDDD

<sub>I've walked the distance, I paid my dues and tried to have a go at what I thought I knew was real, held
no appeal
I've been to places, I've seen the tidings,
I bought a book of rules for every coin that I could steal
And so I came to gaze upon the stars, when they were yet unborn
And consequently, tear at my old scars, and the mask I had outworn

So when I'm crying alone
Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone

Grow me a garden of roses
Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Teach me to speak with their voices
Show me the way and I'll try again

I've heard the rumors, started fires, I sowed a sordid lot of plays for keeps for what I need, behold
the demons that I freed
I've tried my best at wearing the hard hat, but healing doesn't seem to happen when you hide away the
seed
And so I came across the medicine man, and he showed me what I'd forlorn
For if I'm stayed it happens by my own hand, and my own voice full of scorn

So when I'm crying alone
Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone

Grow me a garden of roses
Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Teach me to speak with their voices
Show me the way and I'll try again

Without you I'm nothing at all
And life has the face of a morbid game
With you nothing seems impossible
It all seems to fit the frame

So when I'm crying alone
Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone

Grow me a garden of roses
Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Teach me to speak with their voices
Show me the way and I'll try again</sub>

Theme Song: Roses - Poets Of The Fall - [link]
Time Taken: Not including how long it took me to be able to finish it... Call it seven or eight hours.
Tools Used: OpenCanvas1.1 for sketching/lining/coloring, Photoshop CS2 for background.