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the "polished" top half of this work (which i have mixed feelings bout now: )

CRT people, i'm sorry i'm still getting used to this monitor. you guys probably just see a big black rectangle with a signature on it. my apologies.

TECHNICAL BITS:
is it a person, or is it an animal? is it a scene? can it be considered anime without the eyes?? NOT QUITE ANY OF THE ABOVE. i hate anything titled "misc" but i'm afraid i was outta options!
this was a fucking bitch ass pain to finish tonight. for the first time almost ever i had more overlay settings selected on layers than "normaL/none." my computer was crapping itself and drooling with all the ram the live settings required. even after i flattened the shit to add my sig, poor guy wasn't fully recuperated. piece'a crap.

i know he has no nipple. i will draw eight-titted pregnant anthro women more easily than i draw man-nips. i'm sorry. if it reeeal'y bothers you, to the point of hissyfitting poopypants and losing all your respect for me, well then i guess, bite my ass. you draw it. on your time and your computer. i'd rather draw cocks.
that wall art was soooooo improvised. if i'd spent more time on it it wouldn't have been as obscured. i really did not intend to finish this tonight, and whaddo you know. rush rush rush.

OPTIONAL STORY DETAIL:
the Ox King in his mountain prison, standing in some sunlight that probably only comes through that VERY LONG VENTSHAFT like, fifteen minutes for three days out of the year. he's probably still wondering what he's doing there, how he got there, how long he had been 'asleep' and where his priestess hobag of a girlfriend and her mother are, and if they had anything to do with it.

the whole "maze" aspect of the prison is kind of not the reason why he can't get out; both spiritual wards AND physical obstructions are (like the place has no door and is located at the center of a mountain). it just has lotsa windey hallways (with artwork? what the hell was the point of that?)

the labyrinth idea, for some reason never to be known to mankind, survived the test of time through Bastaatian lore and wound its way into the prototype of the story of Minos and his famous taur and his two-timing bestiality-loving wife. i don't write the history books, i just rewrite them to reconcile my story with the common myth.

anywhoo, afforementioned girlfriend knocked out the vulnerable lovestruck ascellus Toreas, sealed him temporarily in a statue (of himself lololol) and then mamadukes Hamuska spent the rest of her natural (?) life having his new home dug out. lotsa dead workers.

why did she do this? maybe she wanted the best for mankind by removing the murderous scourge that was the Ox King and his brothers from the face of Bastaat. or maybe she's just a bitch.

unfortunately this glowy, blue-y light is somewhat nauseating to poor Toreas, as it's rendered yazol flower painted into the wards, so he spends very little time awake and about for about five hundred years. then he "somehow" gets out, futzes around, killing people, living life to the fullest for a couple centuries, gets bored, and goes back "home" to thisplace to sleep for another dozen decades. humans can get inside there if they want, but most don't dare.

there are some lingering believers as time wears on, and the world modernizes a little (dark ages,) who construct a shrine at the opening to the caverns and pray to the once-almighty-now-dormant Ox King to make them stronger/sexier/cocks bigger. humans do this with a lot of Ascelli for various reasons. humans are dumb and will believe anything. *continues talking about magical animals*

though later on in life, "Terrence" is criticized for not doing a whole lot after his heyday on Bastaat, the elder guys respect his power and his longevity (even if he only survived so long by sleeping a lot). afterall, he could still kick YOUR ass.

do i have too many pictures of this guy? i need more pictures of this guy. as his normal gun-slingin, GTO-drivin, whiskey-drinkin snakeskin & denim Earth self. but in the moment let's enjoy his old world charm.
...

moment over.

Description
the "polished" top half of this work (which i have mixed feelings bout now: )

CRT people, i'm sorry i'm still getting used to this monitor. you guys probably just see a big black rectangle with a signature on it. my apologies.

TECHNICAL BITS:
is it a person, or is it an animal? is it a scene? can it be considered anime without the eyes?? NOT QUITE ANY OF THE ABOVE. i hate anything titled "misc" but i'm afraid i was outta options!
this was a fucking bitch ass pain to finish tonight. for the first time almost ever i had more overlay settings selected on layers than "normaL/none." my computer was crapping itself and drooling with all the ram the live settings required. even after i flattened the shit to add my sig, poor guy wasn't fully recuperated. piece'a crap.

i know he has no nipple. i will draw eight-titted pregnant anthro women more easily than i draw man-nips. i'm sorry. if it reeeal'y bothers you, to the point of hissyfitting poopypants and losing all your respect for me, well then i guess, bite my ass. you draw it. on your time and your computer. i'd rather draw cocks.
that wall art was soooooo improvised. if i'd spent more time on it it wouldn't have been as obscured. i really did not intend to finish this tonight, and whaddo you know. rush rush rush.

OPTIONAL STORY DETAIL:
the Ox King in his mountain prison, standing in some sunlight that probably only comes through that VERY LONG VENTSHAFT like, fifteen minutes for three days out of the year. he's probably still wondering what he's doing there, how he got there, how long he had been 'asleep' and where his priestess hobag of a girlfriend and her mother are, and if they had anything to do with it.

the whole "maze" aspect of the prison is kind of not the reason why he can't get out; both spiritual wards AND physical obstructions are (like the place has no door and is located at the center of a mountain). it just has lotsa windey hallways (with artwork? what the hell was the point of that?)

the labyrinth idea, for some reason never to be known to mankind, survived the test of time through Bastaatian lore and wound its way into the prototype of the story of Minos and his famous taur and his two-timing bestiality-loving wife. i don't write the history books, i just rewrite them to reconcile my story with the common myth.

anywhoo, afforementioned girlfriend knocked out the vulnerable lovestruck ascellus Toreas, sealed him temporarily in a statue (of himself lololol) and then mamadukes Hamuska spent the rest of her natural (?) life having his new home dug out. lotsa dead workers.

why did she do this? maybe she wanted the best for mankind by removing the murderous scourge that was the Ox King and his brothers from the face of Bastaat. or maybe she's just a bitch.

unfortunately this glowy, blue-y light is somewhat nauseating to poor Toreas, as it's rendered yazol flower painted into the wards, so he spends very little time awake and about for about five hundred years. then he "somehow" gets out, futzes around, killing people, living life to the fullest for a couple centuries, gets bored, and goes back "home" to thisplace to sleep for another dozen decades. humans can get inside there if they want, but most don't dare.

there are some lingering believers as time wears on, and the world modernizes a little (dark ages,) who construct a shrine at the opening to the caverns and pray to the once-almighty-now-dormant Ox King to make them stronger/sexier/cocks bigger. humans do this with a lot of Ascelli for various reasons. humans are dumb and will believe anything. *continues talking about magical animals*

though later on in life, "Terrence" is criticized for not doing a whole lot after his heyday on Bastaat, the elder guys respect his power and his longevity (even if he only survived so long by sleeping a lot). afterall, he could still kick YOUR ass.

do i have too many pictures of this guy? i need more pictures of this guy. as his normal gun-slingin, GTO-drivin, whiskey-drinkin snakeskin & denim Earth self. but in the moment let's enjoy his old world charm.
...

moment over.