His logical circutry was beginning to fry at the ends, mixing illogical and irrational with logic and reason. He had always prided himself on being able to keep a level head at the worst of times, but his rage continued to build like the waves violently crashing against the shore. Fog covered the soon to be battle field and thunder roared in the distance. He heard the footsteps in the thick sand, bracing himself and brandishing his gun he narrowed his optics. Betrayal was a heavy word.
I had just about finished this pic roughly a week ago, but I was in california therefore unable to finish. But I sat down today in a determined mood and did the final touches to it.
Prowl (c) Hasbro
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ajanami Says:
It's very nice