No Light {TMM Lit}It was not pre planned, deluded thoughts of a child and the natural instinct of life that drove him on. It was not the fear of death itself; but the fear of what came after. Mantra had plunged the blade into a nook in his chest, thrusting through muscle, and missing his heart. Perhaps she was upset enough that her aim was off -- but she had missed. And Mika was with her. Narsiss.She grasped her claws over his jawline, tugging his head upwards to gaze into her demonic orbs of eyes, boring into his very soul -- where they stood, now. "Allow me to help you, Mika Blanc. I can feel your fear, taste it--you want to live."But she was right. He d
Woman you draw better everyday!
Butsomepointsneverhurtanyonelol
Or actually, an art trade perhaps? e u e
my tablet is being a jerk though