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Event: veternaetr 2019 (pumpkin slayer race)

Horse: 10395 Prokhorovka

Rider: Lt. Nikita Jegorenko

''And I will make them eat the flesh of their sons and their daughters, and everyone shall eat the flesh of his neighbor in the siege and in the distress, with which their enemies and those who seek their life afflict them''

- Jeremiah 19:9

story to go with:
.:: Beasts of the Night ::.You dont know the limitation of your body and mind untill you put yourself in a lifethreatening situation. The moon lit up the face of the man who’s piercing eyes stared at his surroundings. This was nothing like home. It was bland in comparison, what was het hinking wasting time here, playing a children’s game of running through the woods pretending to see ghosts. He puffed his smoke as he encouraged his trusty mare Prokha to move forward. The mare swished her tail, about as unimpressed as her rider. The forest cast long shadows, shadows that would look terrifying to the less weather roughened. Small pieces of ash caught flight as the wind increased, Nitka giving his cigarette a light tap. It was not his usual brand, but something he picked up at a gas station not far from the event. He hated it. It didnt have the awful after taste of his preffered cheap russian brand, nor did it have the same distinct scent to it. Western europeans, scandinavians in particular, with their

story/art running parallell to this and in relation to it:

Im having so much fun with these halloween drawings its ridiculous!

ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE WOOP WOOP?

(c) Cyprussian 2019 - no reuse, repost or in any way use my art

Description

Event: veternaetr 2019 (pumpkin slayer race)

Horse: 10395 Prokhorovka

Rider: Lt. Nikita Jegorenko

''And I will make them eat the flesh of their sons and their daughters, and everyone shall eat the flesh of his neighbor in the siege and in the distress, with which their enemies and those who seek their life afflict them''

- Jeremiah 19:9

story to go with:
.:: Beasts of the Night ::.You dont know the limitation of your body and mind untill you put yourself in a lifethreatening situation. The moon lit up the face of the man who’s piercing eyes stared at his surroundings. This was nothing like home. It was bland in comparison, what was het hinking wasting time here, playing a children’s game of running through the woods pretending to see ghosts. He puffed his smoke as he encouraged his trusty mare Prokha to move forward. The mare swished her tail, about as unimpressed as her rider. The forest cast long shadows, shadows that would look terrifying to the less weather roughened. Small pieces of ash caught flight as the wind increased, Nitka giving his cigarette a light tap. It was not his usual brand, but something he picked up at a gas station not far from the event. He hated it. It didnt have the awful after taste of his preffered cheap russian brand, nor did it have the same distinct scent to it. Western europeans, scandinavians in particular, with their

story/art running parallell to this and in relation to it:

Im having so much fun with these halloween drawings its ridiculous!

ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE WOOP WOOP?

(c) Cyprussian 2019 - no reuse, repost or in any way use my art