Dark beast

YEah, something I painted lat year.

I like this one, it's one of my favorites from last year.

It's a picture of one of my old characters. I can't remember his name right now, but I might remember his name later on.

He was basically made of darkness. His shadows were him, he was his shadows. He walked towards me with a limp swagger, swinging his arms ever so softly, despite their fierce appearance.
I wasn't quite sure what I was seeing. I seemed like what was his skin was billowing a thick, black, yet totally scentless smoke that dissipated of it's own accord
His jagged teeth were fearsome and white, bared, ready to tear my flesh, yet it was not those that I found most terrifying. I was hie eyes.
His perfect white eyes. as white as pure light, yet they were spewing a look that demonstrated his evil. His soullessness. His terrible, tortured mind.
He walked closer. I inched back. I was scared. I was so scared that I tripped and stumbled onto my back, but despite this, neither him nor I broke our line of sight of each other.
I scrambled back to my feet, edging back, to the exit of the alleyway. His wicked smile widened and his eyes sharpened. He raised his deadly black hands to a position of attack and leapt at me. Without a moment's notice I broke into the sprint that I had been planning since we met. His lower body seemed to become the thick black smog, with only his hands and his nasty face remaining. I ran as fast as I could, I didn't look back. I felt something on my shoulder, and I turned my head to look as I broke out onto the street, lit with dim orange streetlights. I saw for a second what looked like a pitch black hand disappear like smoke from my shoulder when the light reached me.
I'm not taking anymore shortcuts home.

C.C
Dark Beast © me