I stood there, at your door and tremored inside, quaking in my boots. fearing both to finally find home, and (final) rejection, also. Which way would you choose, should I kneel in supplication? -my blood for the letting, my flesh for the taking – or should I play brazen instead?
So as it turns out, Blizzard is hosting a contest for art submissions. I’m at somewhat of a disadvantage that some people will have a whole month to perfect their art and I’ve less than half that, but I haven’t been excited to draw in quite awhile, and a $5k prize is quite exciting. ::laughs::
With reluctance, she pulled herself away from the only thing standing between herself and anonymity. Throat constricting, she cautiously peered from behind its rough edges of bark and across the tall grass, until her eyes met with the house sheltered across the clearing. This was the closest she’d dare come all year. Just thinking about