he runs, faster, the flame licking his hindquarters as the air fills with the stench of burning hair. running widly, out of control, he barely manages to keep ahead of the inferno behind him. his comrades are nowhere to be seen....have they been consumed in the fire? will he live long enough to find out...?


i did this during the last week of school...ink and watercolors...im glad teh art teacher loves me^^ the story i just came up with...who knows? maybe ill go somewhere with it someday