The quartet, such as they were, waited in the clearing, watching the bush for any signs of their quarry.
Each and every one was silent, some uncharacteristically so, others by long rote and role quite as much so as ever, the pensive feeling in the air pervading and growing by the minute. Yet the snap did not break the quiet. String did not part and throw the trap, flesh was not caught.
Not a hair of a hare showed itself in the trap, and finally, John broke. Cleaning his spectacles under the pretext of perhaps missing a present dinner, he scowled quietly to himself and shook them, hood falling in the process to show a thoroughly confused brown haired fellow with a series of tactician amulets strung together and perhaps one too many scars. "Supplementing the rations will be hard if none of us can hunt worth a blighted poxy damn, you know. We're almost out again."
"I know," Garth chimed in with poisonous sincerity, the gruff man's tone matching as the blacksmith's face contorted in
Just a tentacled creature struggling to become a professional. I want to have a beautiful painterly art style. I want people to look at my art and say, "That's anime-style art, and it's REAL art! I'm not sure if I'm there yet, though. My biggest dream is to get a Patreon and be able to live off of that, making art for a living.
I watched It: Chapter 2 tonight, and it's led me to decide that I want to pursue more horror art. So, you will likely see my art heading more in that direction. I know that some of you who like my anime art will be disappointed, but creating abominat...
I watched It: Chapter 2 tonight, and it's led me to decide that I want to pursue more horror art. So, you will likely see my art heading more in that direction. I know that some of you who like my anime art will be disappointed, but creating abominations makes me so happy, and I want to keep doing that.