In the face of placing my art work up for view, there is not much to tell. Lets say I have a life of adventure, where I have the tasted the marrow in the bones.
All art is about stories. Some will excite the mind, others are the slow death of boredom. Take your pick.
Take a gander and let yourself fill in the blanks.
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There is an electric crackle up the spine when the hunt is on. Even when your not going to make it to another breath after your jaws snap shut. We are what we are after all.
“and apparently something else, you stink of carrion. Did you roll in something before coming here or have you been living up to your name again Baka chan?”
/ “I will tell ye straight up brother, I picked the wrong bloody side is what I did. Now are ye gonna let me pass? I ‘d rather not die here” The knight grinned as he spok…
She smiled softly at me / / “So you trust your self enough not to get pulled into the games of others. Strong, cunning, willful and so distant, never fully engaged enough to get caught…
“She delayed the outing you know.” / My hand went to the gun and had it trained on Lyle leaning in the door way to my office, he was casually examining his nails.
Some one put their boot on my jaw pinning my face to the side walk. Something in my jaw shifted and there was a slight crunching sound. He put a bit of grind into it and something popped.