Have been sketching again. A few days ago sketched two pics, one of Kileti (my little fox character who has a slave bangle around her arm) and another of her and her mate Oxeru (my little wolf character) locked up. I don't know why, my hand just drew it. Everyone says my work is getting depressing, so to make up drew my ultimate "realistic" fantasy: a harley davison FDXL 1995 with a box of milk tray on top.
Did more sketching today, drew an Adoption one. You obviously don't know what i'm talking about so I'll explain. It's a picture of Oxeru's sister Hasera with her adopted badger daughter Grala and next to it is a poem:
Not blood of my blood
Not bone of my bone
But in fact my very own
Never forget
for a single minuite
You did not grow under my heart
But you grew in it.
(a poem i found on the internet)
(In my story Grala dies. When Grala was found she was very ill which is why she was abandoned)
Talking about harley davisons, I think i've found the model of the bike Eddie rode in Rocky horror picture show, or very similar: the WLA 1941-1945. I can't find any pics of one on altavista though.
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