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wow, I definitely want t do more like this, I love how it turned out

o.0 This took a while. In inspiration from =Zombiekunoichi Who is the heroic killer of my art block, thanks to her amazing and frequent art, and ways of coloring :} And from my sister who always helps me fix stuff :} =kayda-kat

been trying this type of art out, and I love itt :} I wanna do more *.*

*.* GOT POKEMON BLACK !!! I have had it all of 3 1/2 days and I am already in the thick of the Pokemon league and all that terrible training x}

This is Rocky, my main character, oh, I may give some spoilers...

Illustration and Character Rocky Orior © =Oriors

Other picture from this scene:

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here is a clip of the story that goes with this, its long, don't bother if you're in a rush, but it is a pretty good scene:

By Tyson's favor she had been tortured, but he had been trying to help, he did not know whether she would have preferred this to the alternative Jake could have castigated her with.
It wasn't long after the screams had died that he heard a rustle in the grass ahead, Jake had let her leave?
"Rocky?" She stopped as her name was whispered through the choked voice of the guy she had only very recently come to trust. Her blank eyes didn't look up from the sleeve of her best friends hoodie which seemed almost mocking her in the absence of its owner, Omar, on the night she needed help most.
He stepped forward, taking in the blood that was matting parts of her hair, blotching part of the hoodie, and also part of her legs. Suddenly she looked at him sharply, and he was taken aback to see her face stretch in the most forced grin. "See I'm alright." She whispered almost pleadingly.
"Rocky?" He asked a slight horror rising in him at her first reaction, and the sight of her empty, tear dried eyes. She laughed nervously, which made him more uneasy, and then he realized her hands were almost blue with cold. The ice that was such a blessing of a power was now creeping painfully up her arm. "Stop!" He said now reaching her and taking her ice cold hand in his, trying to warm it. "Stop force keeping Rocky!" He demanded again as she didn't respond.
"I can't it's broken." She whispered, and he could feel more ice leaking from her palm, drawn there by her ability, and then released. Like a leaking faucet it wouldn't seem to stop. Broken. That was, he thought, what described her right now. Never had he seen her act like this, so calm, after this pain, and he had seen her in her worst moments.
"Rocky, I think maybe we should let you sleep, you can't keep going like this, you need to recover." He muttered, an almost silent suggestion, he wanted her better, after all he had done to her in the past he had sworn to make it better. All the weight went from beneath her suddenly, at the voice of his suggestion, and she collapsed to the ground. And where she lay she laughed, whispering constantly, and when he listened at last, he wished he never could have done. As he bent down, he saw the blood on her upper leg, more thick than the rest and realized in horror that there were lines in the dried red, carving a word, he didn't not linger long to read it though because what she spoke grasped his attention and never let it go.
"I don't want to wake, they'll see me again, and again, they'll hurt me and make fun of me and I can't make it stop." She was whispering is a breathless quickened voice. She carried on, "He told me they are wrong, but I don't think Omar knows, they are truth, I deserve it. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it," She carried on in her whispering and Tyson was the first person on earth to hear her thoughts that she never would have spoken aloud. He was horrified, and each tear that glistened from her eyes was another memory filled with pain that he had been persuaded to be a part of. And the mutter of her reminiscing echoed through his head, as he did at last hear the repercussions of what had been their idea of fun.

very badly written, had to delete bits to make it shorter, but oh well ^.^

Description
DOWNLOAD FOR FULL IMG ^.^

wow, I definitely want t do more like this, I love how it turned out

o.0 This took a while. In inspiration from =Zombiekunoichi Who is the heroic killer of my art block, thanks to her amazing and frequent art, and ways of coloring :} And from my sister who always helps me fix stuff :} =kayda-kat

been trying this type of art out, and I love itt :} I wanna do more *.*

*.* GOT POKEMON BLACK !!! I have had it all of 3 1/2 days and I am already in the thick of the Pokemon league and all that terrible training x}

This is Rocky, my main character, oh, I may give some spoilers...

Illustration and Character Rocky Orior © =Oriors

Other picture from this scene:

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here is a clip of the story that goes with this, its long, don't bother if you're in a rush, but it is a pretty good scene:

By Tyson's favor she had been tortured, but he had been trying to help, he did not know whether she would have preferred this to the alternative Jake could have castigated her with.
It wasn't long after the screams had died that he heard a rustle in the grass ahead, Jake had let her leave?
"Rocky?" She stopped as her name was whispered through the choked voice of the guy she had only very recently come to trust. Her blank eyes didn't look up from the sleeve of her best friends hoodie which seemed almost mocking her in the absence of its owner, Omar, on the night she needed help most.
He stepped forward, taking in the blood that was matting parts of her hair, blotching part of the hoodie, and also part of her legs. Suddenly she looked at him sharply, and he was taken aback to see her face stretch in the most forced grin. "See I'm alright." She whispered almost pleadingly.
"Rocky?" He asked a slight horror rising in him at her first reaction, and the sight of her empty, tear dried eyes. She laughed nervously, which made him more uneasy, and then he realized her hands were almost blue with cold. The ice that was such a blessing of a power was now creeping painfully up her arm. "Stop!" He said now reaching her and taking her ice cold hand in his, trying to warm it. "Stop force keeping Rocky!" He demanded again as she didn't respond.
"I can't it's broken." She whispered, and he could feel more ice leaking from her palm, drawn there by her ability, and then released. Like a leaking faucet it wouldn't seem to stop. Broken. That was, he thought, what described her right now. Never had he seen her act like this, so calm, after this pain, and he had seen her in her worst moments.
"Rocky, I think maybe we should let you sleep, you can't keep going like this, you need to recover." He muttered, an almost silent suggestion, he wanted her better, after all he had done to her in the past he had sworn to make it better. All the weight went from beneath her suddenly, at the voice of his suggestion, and she collapsed to the ground. And where she lay she laughed, whispering constantly, and when he listened at last, he wished he never could have done. As he bent down, he saw the blood on her upper leg, more thick than the rest and realized in horror that there were lines in the dried red, carving a word, he didn't not linger long to read it though because what she spoke grasped his attention and never let it go.
"I don't want to wake, they'll see me again, and again, they'll hurt me and make fun of me and I can't make it stop." She was whispering is a breathless quickened voice. She carried on, "He told me they are wrong, but I don't think Omar knows, they are truth, I deserve it. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it," She carried on in her whispering and Tyson was the first person on earth to hear her thoughts that she never would have spoken aloud. He was horrified, and each tear that glistened from her eyes was another memory filled with pain that he had been persuaded to be a part of. And the mutter of her reminiscing echoed through his head, as he did at last hear the repercussions of what had been their idea of fun.

very badly written, had to delete bits to make it shorter, but oh well ^.^