This is really cool.

Thanks X3 I get a kick out of looking at this through my 3D TV. Everything in that pic just pop out like ZOMG! LoL. Thanks ^_^

This is impressive mate! She's got an awesome stance and lovely curves, accented by your awesome shading.
I really like the background and setting, her outfit and chains begs the question wether it is a good or a bad thing.

Righto! Thanks, MW! \m/(^^)\m/

Meanwhile at G.U.I.D.E.

"Uh, Chief?"

The chief was reclining in his comfy office chair behind his massive desk that was covered in papers, doodads, built in gadgets, and with a fancy computer built by the chief himself sitting on top. He was also asleep.

With a yawn, he rubbed his eyes open and looked at the recruit that was standing in the doorway. "Yeah? You know it's my nap time right? This better be important if it's interrupting nap time." The feline stretched and yawned, tilting his head side to side to get the kinks out of his neck.

"Well sir," the recruit nervously responded, "we have reports of a large winged fox that's sitting on top of one of the Mayan Pyramids."

"So?"

"He's larger THAN the pyramid sir, and currently as of last sight was using it as a sort of "perch". We have yet to positively ID him."

"How many tails?"

"Sir?"

"How many tails? It's a simple enough question. Surely someone must have counted."

"Uhh, lemme see here..." the recruit flips through the photos and docs on the clipboard. "Currently counting four tails, sir."

"And he has wings?"

"Yes sir."

The chief sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Dammit, that's probably Across: Midnight's kid. Guy tends to go all "macro" every now and then. Cripes, what now?"

"I don't know sir."

"That was a rhetorical question; I wasn't expecting an answer."

"Sorry si..."

"And stop calling me sir. I get it already. I'm the Boss." The chief reclined back in his chair and rubbed his forehead. "Okay, so if Across is showing off his big-ness in the Mayan ruins, then his mom, Midnight, must not be too far behind. I better go down there and have a talk with them and see what's up."

"Umm... shouldn't we call in the local government and let them know about..."

"Naaahhh, no reason to involve the big guns yet. Just lemme see what's gotten them so riled up and I'll give a call if we need backup, the army, or whatever." The Chief got up out of his chair and walked over to the coat rack behind his desk where his trusty red track jacket was hanging. Throwing it on, he then grabbed the sheathed sword that was also hanging on the coat rack and slung it over his shoulder.

"Sir, I would like to reiterate that the target is larger, repeat LARGER, than the pyramid he is currently standing on. Don't you think you're packing a little... well... light?"

The chief just looked back at the recruit with his sleepy eyes and just smiled. "You must be new. Transfer from the U.N.?"

"Yes sir, I was just assigned here two months ago."

"Noobie, gotcha. Trust me, this is more than plenty." The chief zips up his red jacket and then stops, realizing something. "Oh wait, SOUTH America. Seasons are reversed. It's like summer there now." He then unzips his jacket to show off his cool T-shirt underneath. "That's better."

The chief then grabbed a piece of chalk from a drawer in his desk and began drawing some kind of diagram on the ground. The recruit had never seen such a thing before. "Umm, sir, what are you doing?"

"Trust me, you'll love this." With the drawing complete, the chief then raised his arms while standing in the middle of the circle and began to talk... backwards.

",thgilf em evig dluow taht erutan fo stirips hO
.thgindiM dnif dluow I erehw ecalp eht ot em ekat
,eb nac sa llat etiuq s'ohw ,ssorcA nos reh ot dnA
.eert hcrib a ekil dimaryp a no gnittis
"?pu'S" meht ksa dna meht ees og ot tog ev'I
.pu sgniht wolb yeht dna eralf srepmet rieht erofeb"

The chalk lines on the ground began to glow and hum an eerie sound. The recruit stepped back as he watched as the Chief began to fade away. Then he slapped his fist into the palm of his other hand as though he just remembered something. "Oh yeah, don't let anyone into my off..."

and then he was gone.

The recruit just took a few steps back and then ran down the hallway screaming "CHIEF BYRNE IS GONE! THE CHIEF IS GONE!"

To which just about everyone else within hearing distance responded with "SHUT UP!"

Thank you very much.

That was a very nice thing you did and gave me. Its the first time anyone gave me something with out me asking or requesting it. The short story was very nice to read, i enjoyed it, it's nice to read a story on someone's view of my chars.

Eh, it just hit me while looking at the pic. Especially on realizing he was standing ON the pyramid.

Also, my guy Simon Byrne's been around the block when it comes to Gods, Goddesses, Demigods, Demons, Arc Demons, Devils, Deities, Ghosts, Monsters, and the SuperNatural in general. Hell, he's practically got tomes he wrote about them, categorizing, sorting, denoting limits, and even which "verse" they come from.

Sort of a pet project of his.

G.U.I.D.E. was the organization he founded when a need for someone to make sure the SuperNatural doesnt go super haywire whether it be trouble caused by mortals or non-mortals.

If you think this is good, wait until you see the "Bayou Baron" piece I'm writing for Cylnx as we speak.

~Otaku-Man

Damn! Great work dude.

Thanks again for the beautiful and cool looking picture. I couldn't have ask for more in a picture.

This is bad ass! And the story makes it peak the gauge! 110%!

That is really cool^^