SophusMao

Drygan rubbed he back of his head. Once. Twice. He grinned at the man before him as his head exploded, blood and brain matter spattering him and the two weasels who had accompanied the now dead man. Said man twitched violently with his death throes on the ground at Drygan's feet. His muscles and nerves shutting down. Drygan grinned again. "Daemon!" Weasel one rushed him and Drygan stepped to one side. A small, wicked knife was suddenly in his neck with a wet 'thunk'. He fell, blood foaming at his mouth as he fought for what breath he could. His companion feel a second later, an identical knife embedded in his eye. "The name's, Drygan." A

Mao mao mao :) I'm SophusMao! I draw and write. My FanFictions are online on Fanfiction.net and I'm currently writing an adventure/sci-fi of my own imagining :) I have no idea where to post that though o.o I'll try and post my art as it comes and I hope you enjoy it :D L'arte non è mai finita, solo abbandonata.