After the wind, hail, and ice subsided storm raced furiously across the desert. With each glimmer of the moon she hoped to overstand, how, why, and when the priestess would strike again. A whole town seemingly wiped out. And for what? It was Storm's "Ayanmo" to be special, but now she wondered what to do next.
4 comments:
I like this mang. good job.
Thank you sir. Finna make it into a series of little short things, no form, direction-just fun. Let me know if u wanna collab on one.
dope! really dig the sketch quality!
Thank you sir Lamar. Whatagwan out deyur?
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