I watched from atop the hill, the smoke rose out of control towards me. I knew it wouldn't be long before the fires made their way towards this small hill on which I stand. Flora already long since dead and gone, hopefully when the fires get to my small little hill it'll be enough lack of fuel to make it fade.

I stand, watching the fires creep ever closer. Movement isn't in my legs, the fire has it's spell cast upon my mind. The flames dancing in their many hues or orange and red. The smoke bellows higher into the air, starting to choke all that would try and fly through it.

Ears back, I await the fire. Gambling that my hunch is correct, Gambling my life on a hunch. It's what I've been doing all my life, and it's only ripped me apart from the inside. Blinking slightly, turning my head to the mark I was given... the mark of my people. I rest my nose upon it and close my eyes, sending a wish into the sky. A wish to be spared and protected from the fire's flames should my hunch be wrong and the fires surround that where i stand.


I decided to give my sub-sona(mainly because she's easier to digitally draw then Bugs) a little story with her art this time. Basically its what I'm feeling inside. I'm just trying to get on with my life but the fires of life keep holding me in place as I await for them to fade so I can move on and stop back-tracking. Yes... this is vent art.

Tala/Art © Me