angel

2009-03-08T04:24:03Z

I didnt want to do the background...so it was thrown together...

happy...wheres sad?

2009-03-08T04:23:11Z

Anubus, in all his hotness

2009-03-08T04:22:10Z

Tinkerbell has nothing on my fai

2009-03-08T04:21:22Z

love the dragon

2009-03-08T04:20:22Z

sigh, I need to finnish

2009-03-08T04:19:44Z

another attempt at a animalhumanoid

2009-03-08T04:17:38Z

Mirror Dagon

2009-03-08T04:16:17Z

Dragon Idea that came from the book Eon Dragoneye Reborn

Love old grandfather

2009-01-29T06:02:26Z

I was bord at work and doodled him out. But when I got home and actualy looked at the old goat face, I liked him. I desided to mix Furry and mystic together and boom! Old Father. Yay me. Love him, comment on him. Or not.

The Devil's Daughter

2009-01-21T06:07:16Z

He wanted her. That much was true. He needed someone else, but he wanted her. And it drove him insained. He was looking for a simple homely woman. She was everything but. It shone in the way her flaming red hair hung un-knotted down her back,curling about her waist. The way her near lime green eyes fashed in the dull light, with a fire hidden deep withen ther glinting depths. A spray of freakles splashed accoss her pale cheeks and nose. She stood apart of the other women in the wife auction. But that only added to her appeal. She nervousely smoothed her small hands over the bight blue silk of her gown. Nervosue, because whoever bought her her would own her. He wondered breafly why a well off woman like this would even be at an auction, but he figured there was some sort of good reason. He planned to find out. He needed the help and he wouldnt let this small desert bloom go to any of the other men here.

He balked at the stenh of staile tobbaco and unwashed bodies. But in 1867 he didnt think twice about it. Tate Grey Eagle watched the Irish woman fidget on the stand. She was next to be auctioned and there were still a good number of men in the bar turned auction house. The heat made sweat trickle down his neck. He ignored this as he watched the depths of his prise. He would make this woman his wife. He had to do it quick too. He had planns, and she fit nicely. She licked her lips as the older woman running the stand motioned her to move forward. Fear, yet something deeper, stronger flashed breifly. Then it was gone again. Thats when there eyes met.

Something made time pause. 'God she's beautyfull' He thought. But that's the sorta thinking that got him into the position he was in, he pushed it aside, for she was now staring intently at the wooden floor. Some man in the frount spit tobacco at the floor, some of the muddy brown spittle spreyed her gown. She flinched, but didnt move. The auction begain. Five dollars, six. Tate held his hand up, for seven. He grimiced when the next man said ten.

"Twenty five dollars" He said in a low, gravely voice. Gasps and moans filtered around, twenty dollars was twice again as any other woman had gone for, and these men didnt have that sort of money, Tate knew this, and he didnt want to risk her going to someone else.

Goose flesh broke out along her arms. She glanced at him a second again then dropped her gaze. He craved the knowlage of who made this woman so, submissive. The gravle hit the stand as the old woman said "Sold" In a cold voice. As Tate moved near the woman he caught her exotic scent. Freash prarie grass just after the first rain. Desire flared down his spine, but that wasnt the reason he had just spent good money on this woman. He shoved it away.

Pressing twenty five dollars into the old womans hands he took his new wifes arm and led her, not roughly but firmly from the rancid place. When they where finaly outside he took great gulps of freash air and took the time to reguard the woman he just bought. She was lovly,yet she stared at the ground.

With a steading breath he used a firm, gental finger to tip her chin up. When he met her sensual green eyes he had to take a strained moment to find his breath again. "Well wife. Maybe I should learn your name now?" He asked of her.

"Sevina" Came a seductive musical voice.

Insanity of a Leo