drawings + short story *these are all pretty messy... I was too lazy to clean them up and crop them, so... yeah.

the most pimped-out elephant I've ever drawn. It's got like, what, 8 peircings?

breazy

mwahahaha. Oh, theres a reflection in the lip because its slightly indented from me pressing so hard with the lead... oops


since when the fuck do I spell people wrong?!)



half of this drawing got cut off ;( the roots were awesome... also, theres a hole in it from when I had to put together a book thingie.... and I didnt feel like cropping the edges



(SHORT STORY)

(spelling and grammar not included)
(you steal this and I will track you down and burry you in my ex's backyard- I have trackers)

Her black hair billowed around her fragile body as she rounded down the curving path. Stones skipped under her dancing feet; blossoms wilted beneath her stony touch. Below her, a most horrific scene was spread: glass and weapons lay in pieces; corpses were strewn about like leaves on a crisp fall day. The stench of blood and death tainted the air. She smiled, bathing in her wondrous creation. How these humans were so dense, so trusting, she thought. She skipped down the remaining steps, humming a somber tune; the tune she first heard in this strange world, the tune that makes her what she is. Stepping over various corpses- her corpses- she found the one that had caused it all. The joy was immense, seeing his face again. She quickly stopped the smile from blooming on her face, knowing what it would do. But she was so happy, she thought. It wasn't the feeling of importance, but actual happiness. However, that wasn't right, as happiness would destroy every single part of what she was. She knelt before the frozen corpse, grasping the knife from his unmoving hand. She drew the knife swiftly across her palm, yelping slightly, as mortal metal burned her kind. The wind blew fiercely, tangling her hair in it's fury, blinding her very sight. She scraped her hands over her face, freeing some of the knots that blocked her vision. Quickly, she brushed her palm over the corpse's forehead, murmuring her ancient words. The corpse's eyes fluttered, becoming no longer a corpse- something a human would never encounter, or even want to. She grinned, but forced her features back into their neutral frown. Panic flooded the eyes of the thing that lay in front of her. Before it could make a sound, she hastily put a delicate hand over it's mouth, removing it to reveal a layer of ice. She dragged the thing to its feet, and lead it into the black churning hole of night.