Judas Basilisk,, the oh-so-suave and enigmatic red rooster that's supposed to be one of (if not the) main villains from my little story project thing. What started off as a simple sketch in the corner of my sketchbook became something...well, something really darn neat, as far as I'm concerned. I liked it so much, I made it wallpaper-sized. Roosters are cool. And yes, I AM biased because of the fact that that's my Chinese zodiac sign. Sue me.

The sands of time run like tears through my eyes, through my mouth, and I can no longer breathe or think or act to save myself: All I can feel is the burning of the merciless sun and the hot, diamond grain pouring out of my soul.