*
One could fantasize that his exterior resembled death in a cloak and bony mask; maybe his skin oozed out ashes or blood. Perhaps he breathed out a poison that could demolish complete societies with a single trickle, but that wasn’t the case for Tetrixon, as is seldom the case for any killer or murderer. No. He was tall, robust, and put together like a ragged warrior. His hair was a silvery blond. His rich topaz eyes were vivisected by cross-like pupils. His lips hinted at a slight pout; it was a mark of passion shared with a certain woman.
*
“Can’t we coexist with people for once in our
lives without trying to exterminate them?”
Tetrixon sighed. “We’ve been through this before, Ferina. It’s not our decision to make, and it would do you well to stop sympathizing with the enemy. We are the Fury.”
*
Now for some more drawings.
*
There's a lot of story building involved in writing this
novel. I've filled it with animals, real and fantastic. This
little guy is not in the book. His name was Kismet. I had
him for six months, then had to put him to sleep due to an
incurable desease.
This is Xanadu. Are there shelties
in my book? Well yeah. I couldn't
resist. This little guy is mine only
in spirit now, but he's the reason
why I love dogs so much.
This was my dookie attempt at self protrait with Xanadu.
Everyone have a nice weekend!!!
