Mechanical MalfunctionAs the midnight breeze fluttered his overcoat, he carefully checked all of his equipment. He clicked his night vision goggles on and sprang into action, jumping from the rooftop. He counted the floors as he fell, carefully aimed the grapple gun and shot. The steam engines made so much noise no one could hear him. He swung on the cable, kicking his way into the glass window, rolling in the floor and onto his feet. Success.The door on the other side of the room opened with a mute click. Preferring action over thought for once, he ran. Pneumatic pistons on his boots clicked and clacked on every step, doubling the ground covered, increasing his
HokutoRoses are redViolets are blueOmae wa mou shindeiruRoses are blueViolets are redDoesn't really matterYou're already dead
Lost ThunderThe sky flashed white for a second but only silence followed. With a sigh, the weary man sat on his cloud. As he aged, his sight grew dimmer. Red and green were usually alive with light and power but now seemed only plain; undead colors painted from the same dead pigments as everything else in the world.As he grew, his dreams become increasingly rare. Life was tough enough, with bills and taxes and jobs and tests. There was no time left for watching the sunset, for riding dragons in a thunderstorm, for wielding the essence lightning itself as a blade, for jumping from cloud to cloud keeping a wild smile in his face. As time went by, his
i really like the way you did the pose and the eyes and such X3
thank you so much im really happy with this so im glad i commissioned you ;3;