So yeah, my perfect weekend came crashing down due to returning home to a multitude of problems, both old and new. Needless to say after a brief sob my mood swung somewhat sharply in another direction.

Failing the facilities to take my rage out physically, the privacy to take it out via screaming, and having the intelligence not to take it out via drink and random violence against others I turned to art.

This, was new to me in a lot of different ways. My first piece of vent art, first time I drew any characters below the waist, first go at an action pose... I'm not sure about it myself but some folks have prodded me to post it up here, so here you go.

Let me know what you think maybe?

(Also my paranoia prompts me to tell you that the poor 'victim' of my artistic rage is not intended to be or resemble any living person or fursona, any likenesses that have occurred are purely coincidental)