armed with only a shepherd’s crook, she seeks that which was lost. with her eyes painted to match that of her favored wild shape, she prays that it sharpens her gaze. anything once lost can be found again, though it may not be quite the same.
have some stuff I haven't posted for whatever reason
some ghosties, a Black, Indi, and Jun, a sketch of those icons I made for @knick-knack-paddy-whack , some furs and a Yōzō, something for Art Fight for a friend, Octavia's late husband, a Fizz for @eliotdrew-blog , another Art Fight attack (this one I didn't finish), a feller for @sugarraverabbit , and @eillahsmiles 's sona :3