GrandStorm

At this point people may have noticed that I've not been super active here on DA even though it was my first and original art account. A few reason for that was that I was worried about what I could and couldn't post here on DA to the point that I didn't want to eventually find out the hard way, but I shouldn't let that keep me from showing off art to those who don't want to go other places to view content. I'm going to start digging through my own content and posting again and updating my gallery here. I'll still be filtering out some of the iffy stuff but at the very my gallery can be more up to date, and hopefully I can keep this gallery up to day with my latest stuff going forward. ((or until they see fit to ax my gallery.)) If there is anything content wise people would like to see from me let me know and I might consider it. Been practicing in a new art program.

This is a huge read but if you like my Dream Master stuff and want to understand it better this is perfect read for you. I felt it better to explain this in a journal as well since Im asked about these things frequently. As of how things work with spirits and living visiting dream world. A living person visiting Dream World is classified in two ways. Predator and Prey. The Predator is pretty much what Brianna is. A person who is very powerful spiritualy and holds a level of dominance and strength often even having a special ability. Brianna's for example is her ability to drain energy from spirits she nears. While rather dangerous of an

Quite the read, but well worth it for those who find themselves confused by the young demon... DM was a child angel that fell, However his fall did not take him to Earth instead he found himself in a underworld dimenstion. The world was nothing but a void of white. No up, no down, no gravity, no sanity or logic. It was purely nothing, and he drifted there spinning for what seemed like a decade slowly going made crying so much that his his tears turned to blood and stained his face. After the blood stained the nothing of the void a voice called to him. It was deep and dark but yet after nothing for so long it was soothing and comforting to h