chriscyr: Drawcember Cryptid02 - Mothman “Waxing, waning. The seasons pass, giving way to warmth, a
chriscyr: Drawcember Cryptid 02 - Mothman “Waxing, waning. The seasons pass, giving way to warmth, and cold in turn. The night relents to dawn and the dusk embraces darkness. You could chase the light, be a fool like I once was, drawn to that flame. I wouldn’t judge you for it. A fox does not judge a hare. Predators do not often stop to put themselves in the mindset of their prey.” -- source link