

Cold IronSaige Harper stood in the middle of her messy, nearly-bare living room, holding a mouse-trap in her hand, looking slightly crazed, but also exhausted and shrewd. Dark shadows fanned out under her eyes, and her black hair was tangled and unwashed. Despite her lackluster appearance, her eyes glittered feverishly, and the other hand, the one not clutching the mouse-trap, held something small and bright pinched between her thumb and forefinger.Cold Iron
Saige had been, up until precisely one week ago, a mildly content young woman with a hobby of helping small animals. Her sun-porch was full of plastic and cardboard boxes, all lined with shredded ne
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I am open to art trades, so if you want some lineart colored, a drawing, or a some jewelry, let me know. You know where to find me.
We should check out some of my new stuff. Have you changed your AIM?
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There is a different, unique kind of beauty in every creature, in every person, in everything.
-Stephanie Boyett-
Gallery: [link]
Prints: [link]
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I woke up and my computer was off....and I was alone...
-Britnee.
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Bluefinger - "I could drag Salvador Dali from the grave to say whatever he wants here, and even though his works are jaw-dropping amazing, he'd probably sound like a blathering LSD dope completely unable to form a coherent sentence." *vest
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There is a different, unique kind of beauty in every creature, in every person, in everything.
-Stephanie Boyett-
Gallery: [link]
Prints: [link]
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There is a different, unique kind of beauty in every creature, in every person, in everything.
-Stephanie Boyett-
Gallery: [link]
Prints: [link]
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