He sat beside his sleeping son, gazing down at the soft, golden pelt that neither he nor the fawn's mother possessed. Guilt churned his stomach, a swarm of flies, buzzing and nipping at him, persistent. Amicus thought of his family, both families, the double-life he'd decided to lead, the lie. How many times had he invented stories to tell his wife and son, stories about his travels and adventures, when in reality he was wandering the earth with another doe, and another son?

The golden fawn stirred and nuzzled into his father's fur, content, oblivious, and Amicus felt his heart wrench. He loved Rutilus. He loved Enya. He loved Apollo, and he loved Lyra. There would come a day where he would have to choose between them, but how?

fbrebqjgfrqe I hate this formatting shit.

THIS IS EXTREMELY OLD.
VERY
OLD
AND DIGITAL
I HAD (and still have) ABSOLUTELY NO FORMAL INSTRUCTION/EDUCATION IN DIGITAL ART.

I am a traditional artist. No. Not even. I draw. I try every now and then, but always end up wanting to slit my wrists until my hands fall off by the time I'm halfway "done" with the drawing. I hate art but love it. I abuse it yet need it very enormously. Just. ufrgeyugfr. Looking at this makes me want to saw my own head off.
But this is based completely off of my old deer. Exactly. I kind of miss the dude, but I can't remember which email address he was on. :C Poo.

full view

Aaron and a "grown up" Delilah. Bein' all protective and stuff.

I'm mad at his face now that I look at it. RRAAGH. I'm pretty proud of how Del turned out, though.

Under the cut due to being slightly big and not all TEF-related.
But because there's something TEF-related, I'm posting it.