A treasure gleaming amongst the overwhelming drab greys of the terracotta dig. Gilded armor, an ornate warrior. A deadly grimace adorned its faceplate. It seemed possessed of life despite remaining motionless. A flash of vibrance in an army of still death. But it was not of this dig. Its inner workings were beyond the scope of ancient man. It took its time dissecting the excitable excavators. It had field research to conduct as well, after all.

SunshineForest - #13
Drago's the whole reason I conceived this book, after watching Extinct Pink. He's styled sort of like the dinosaurs in that cartoon, not completely. All of the characters have a slightly different style. Drago looks innocent and has a rougher colouring with more texture. It's all to make him seem more innocent.

They were down on their luck. Alone, empty, incomplete. When they met, everything changed. She found someone who would love her regardless of how much of a free spirit she became. He found someone who would not be intimidated by his needy clinginess. This is love. This is their euphoria.