Mar 4, 2018
And much like that, Kenai shot his eyes back to a Simba, struck in horror by the look upon his face. The feline’s eyes were filled with perpetual hatred, as though they had never in their existence gazed upon him lovingly. No. Who he saw was a stranger; a rogue; a fake vessel. And the thought of his sudden isolation gripped at his chest with agonizing permanence.
Manip work for my latest mep part, Hate Machine. I often forget how much I love animash crossovers; I should really do it more often.
