| My gallery is full of junk. No questions about it. I doodle a lot, and any time really spent on making a drawing good is spent in anger. I make a lot of characters, but very rarely redraw them, or use them in any artwork. I created the Lupocanus. Tell me if you want to adopt one. |
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Aabella's Gift. 9 Chapter 9.Aabella's Gift. 9
I skipped the whole saying goodbye thing :/ ......
Arabella settled into her leather saddle, looking around her for the first real time. The woods stretched out before her for miles, but the thick brush only allowed her to see out for a few yards. Tall oaks, maples, cedars, and pines stretched up to the cloudy heavens, branches fanning out and producing a canopy of dark green leaves. A breeze floated through the tree tops, brushing bits of long brown hair over Arabella's face, tangling in her long eye lashes. She flicked her head, clearing her soft gaze of strands. The gentle, ryth
by ~YourDarkAngelForever
Arabella's Gift. 8 Chapter 8.Arabella's Gift. 8
By the time the deer was skinned and the hide was removed to make cloaks, it was nearly five o' clock in the afternoon. The sun was already low on the horizon, the fading light slanting in through the trees, making it harder to see clearly in the thick forest. Ever since the visit from the wolf and the soldiers, Kristal had been jumpy, restless, constantly looking over her shoulder. Arabella rolled her eyes. "Kristal, it's fine. I'm here. The wolf is gone. The scent of humans will keep them at bay until we leave." She said, trying to comfort her best friend. "What about the dangerous anim
by ~YourDarkAngelForever
Arabella's Gift. 4-7 Chapter 4.Arabella's Gift. 4-7
Arabella jerked upright in bed, a gasp escaping her open mouth. Her eyes strained to see in the darkness of her room. The moon was hidden behind thick clouds, and there was no dull glow to provide light in the spacious area. "What the....?" Disoriented from being woken up so suddenly, she tossed her thick quilt to the side and leaped out of bed, landing on her tiptoes, and shuffling quietly to the tall wooden door on the other side of the room. She could hear strange, muffled voices some where downstairs. There were a few bumps and thuds, like shoes on the hard wood floor. That was what h
by ~YourDarkAngelForever
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| I mostly fave things with a deep meaning to them, and some times I fave flash games, or my Lupocanus adoptables drawn by the people who adopted them. Or sometimes, I fave just to have a quick link to an artist. |
Don't Hate Me Please D:
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| I like punkrock/metal, I'm a pretty punkish girl, I try to be nice and fair, I get frustrated easily, I'm laid back, though, and I'm not into large crowds of people, because I prefer to be alone a lot :/ I also don't like snobs who ignore people (not answering comments...) or populars who think they're all that. |
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- Current Residence: Yer Face.
- Interests: Listening to music, drawing, being stupid.
- Favourite movie: Batman: The Dark Knight
- Favourite band or musician: Alkaline Trio, The Misfits, Against Me!, NOFX, others.
- Favourite genre of music: punk and metal
- Favourite poet or writer: Stephanie Meyer and Jack London.
- Favourite style of art: Traditional.
- MP3 player of choice: iPod nano.
- Shell of choice: Taco. End of story.
- Skin of choice: Uh.... mine?
- Favourite gaming platform: Nintendo DS.... Now only if I could find it....
- Favourite cartoon character: Bugs Bunny (classic), and... No one manga or anthro.
- Personal Quote: "OMG! Did you see what Jacob just did!?" 8P
- Tools of the Trade: pencil, mouse
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Peace is not as peaceful as it was once thought to be.
Only the bloody battles are remembered in the future.
And freedom is no longer free.
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sinner, reach out your hands
children, in Christ you stand
we're crying for them come back home
Father, we will lead them home
~Tears of the Saints~Leeland
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Peace is not as peaceful as it was once thought to be.
Only the bloody battles are remembered in the future.
And freedom is no longer free.
I love the way you shade your artwork ^^
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Peace is not as peaceful as it was once thought to be.
Only the bloody battles are remembered in the future.
And freedom is no longer free.
Thank you
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