I'm an odd sort of guy. Very quiet, very introverted, the kind of guy you just don't notice without a reason to. Lately, more than normal, I've just been wanting to scream at the top of my lungs, to fill the silence with my emotion. It's like trying to pull an eighteen-wheeler from a ditch with my bare hands trying to get myself to scream. So, instead, here's my fursona doing it for me.

I've still got a lot of practice before my drawing skills improve, but at least I didn't mess up too badly on anything.