Beautiful!
It could be me, but I keep looking at the wings and thinking the angle of them is slightly wrong.
(SigÂ’ borked, btw. 
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thanks leigh
yes they are. i'm just trying to decide whether or not i can be bothered to fix it (being lazy, probably not...)
i know the sig's borked, i kind of like it like that
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You really are churning out these pics aint ya DD
Excellent work as always
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@Clara Finch
Beautiful!
Love the picture, love the story.
How many legs does a dog have if you call the tail a leg? Four; calling a tail a leg doesn't make it a leg.
I really do like your style Dr, this piece is very elegant too.
@Wild Red
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Oh yes... classy, sophsticated and a sense of menace
Thelonious Monk
oooh, cool!!
remind me of Jae Lee =)
thanks very much for the kind words everyone - much appreciated
poor ol' fig's been made & deleted already tho'... next time i'll get it right
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a couple of sketches of a potential re-design for doc d too
doc d one
doc d two
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Damn! Excellent again, Doc D!
thanks very much, nice of you to say so
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she ran down the alley, no breath left for screaming. one thought only, to escape.
the turning had been a mistake, the last of many, but here is where it had led her. this dark place, well away from the bright lights of the city, down here amongst the lost, the forgotten and the damned. as she runs, her foot catches and she stumbles, falling headlong through the greasy puddles, to come to rest against the wall. grazed hands and knees now weeping blood that slowly mingles with the grime. behind her, the footsteps slow, then stop, and a giggle, almost child-like in it's pitch begins. she closes her eyes. there is no point in watching. she knows what is to come. death stalks down through the darkness towards her. a slow death, and a cruel one.
then there is the noise. like the hand clap of a giant, and she is buffeted by a wind and a strangled cry that comes as quickly as it is over. opening her eyes, she looks around the empty alley, her pursuer gone. standing, she shakily makes her way towards the street, not noticing as behind her, a fine red rain begins to fall.
figment
this will be the fourth time i've made him. i'll get it right one day
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