The distant city was a harbinger for nightmares. In the distance stood a monster, lavishly eccentric and filled with a haughty evil. None could oppose such a creature.


Bleak and daunting, a task to be completed. Approaching from the light was another creature. Its eyes feign a hint of determination. Precise, unwavering, frightening. One would not mess with the creature from the light -- not when it was enraged. Its visage was a monster in rights of its own.

It was angered. It was upset. It was prepared for the worst. Slowly walking, head held low and fists clenched, it approached the distant nightmare. There was none more stalwart than the creature from the light, and yet...

it feigned it all. It lied to the world. It was not determined. There was nary a drop of unwavering anger to be left. The frightening eyes were merely frightened husks. A white sclera, blackened in the pits of infinite demise. Was this truly a fragmented vessel that had leaked out its soul?

It passes you by, noticing your gawking personage. It lifted its hand.

"Run." It stated in a guttural growl, putting a hand on your shoulder and patting it. "You will be alright."

You cringe. The creature's touch was cold like icy death. You could not explain it, but something had happened to this creature. There was no time to remark, as the creature had already walked past you. It needed comfort. It was in pain. It was decaying away at its own sanity, but how did it move forward?

It was a creature that hardened its exterior, solidified in a mask of unwavering will. But its eyes.... Staring at them left you wanting to show compassion for this poor creature as it walked toward its demise.

The creature was not determined, it was in distress.

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A drawing I decided to do. I wanted to draw Sergeant Wolf with black sclera, as I find it to be cool/cute.

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Sergeant Wolf/ Story/ Art (C)  Juntarhenogu Me