There was a samurai in Japan who never cut his hair. He never shaved his beard, never washed his body, never married, never had children. He never lost a duel, and just the smell of him could kill a weak enemy.
Ice witch, plus a couple unrelated winter scenes.
Random pedestrians, a stray werewolf.
Showcasing a minor obsession with drapery and wrinkles.
A ruined tower somewhere on the shores of Scotland.
Yet more sketches of bipeds. By current estimates, I've sketched 10% of the population of Edinburgh, including the vampires.