Woohay!Yeah, I figured I needed a place to put all my random (and yes, it is VERY random) artwork. So you lovely people, who I don't know at all, get to have another loon.
But then, you need a physco to balance out the squares *blink*
Anywho, on with the rambling! So, here's something I chalked up earlier...
There is a thin smile, none too convincing in the amusement department. “Why, whatever you wish to talk about, I’m all ears.” He rests back, blinking lazily as he fixed her in his dark eyes.
“Surprise me, I have no doubt it is within your ability to do so.”
Haha, so, yeah, how's that for randomness? That's my pyshco empath boy who just HAS to rub people the wrong way - of course, he's a horse, so don't take that literally.
More random extracts from the stuff I keep writing - Dark Jak fic this time:
We move now, with that rabid rat once more on our shoulder, bobbing along, chatting about the multitude of dead end alleys we apparently need to find. So Jak can get his revenge, but that did not bother me. I had no wish for it to be any different – the more his hate grew the more power surged through me. I am shadows and oblivion, stuck like a leech to his soul.
We see the alleyway; there is a large door with something painted on it. I wonder why they advertise their position so clearly; surely it would be better to put a large sign on top of the building that says ‘underground situated here’ with an arrow pointing down.
I think they are stupid to have such an easily accessible door…
and another part of the same fic:
We appear once more at the underground, and I once again muse at the stupidity of having a door that opens as soon as you come near it…
One day a Krimzon Guard will find it, and everyone inside will be slaughtered…
I do not dislike the door anymore…
In fact I think it is a great idea…
gahhh, yeah, I think that's enough rambling. Please don't shoot me, it's 3:31 am
