Massive hooves thundered over the ground, leaving the earth trembling in awe. The horse skimmed through the woods, kicked up great, all consuming clouds of dust, and as the terrain changed to solid obsidian, tiny sparks flew from his feet. Powerful muscles rippled under a glossy coat as he thrust his ways through the trees. Reaching branched grasped for his bay flank, fingeres reaching, but he continued with determined indifference. A rocky outcrop materialized in front; the stallion was heading the, but slow he did not. He achieved the impossible, increasing his tremendous speed even mre, puching past the boundaries of reality. Crashing wave
Favourite genre of music: rock MP3 player of choice: ipod Personal Quote: practice makes perfect, but nobody's perfect. we conclude: no one practices =]
Tools of the Trade
[the comp] [photoshop elements 4.0] [graphics tablet] [pencil & paper]
Other Interests
horses! graphics! runnnning! ... chocolate! I like foood xD