No matter how hateful you look, no matter how antisocial you write your profile, somewhere in Furrabian Nights there's a girl or boi who'll look you up and say, "I'd hit that." The numbers are fewer though, and when you say no, they know it means quit bothering you. Otherwise you'll be perfectly justified if you punch them in the kidneys.

My former scanner was starting to feel a bit sickly at this time, which what the line-y-ness is about. I should go rescan but I felt entirely too lazy. You also may have noticed I draw a lot of champagne colored horses. I love the color of amber and classic champage horses. Too bad so many real ones are so badly put together. Stupid color-obsessed backyard breeders. :p

Speaking of lazy, this is the last of my older works I'm willing to put up here. If you want to see the rest, you'll have to head over to harpyisle.com--*tap tap* o_O

...Ooooh, hello there Muse. What do you want? You say that means I should get off my butt now and go work some more on Theo's commission. Well okay. Now, you say? Hehe, silly muse, how are you going to make me?

Muse: *whispers in ear*

O.O Oh...yeah. Recal will punch me the kidneys while I'm sleeping. I see. Nothing like the ol' fists of motivation.