Anxiety This darkness surrounding me, Filling my soul, Blocking me from feeling free, Anxiety begins to grow. Outside the world is waiting, For me to open my door, All the while I'm debating, Fear filling me to the core. Anger at my solitude, Frustrated with invisible bars, Constant, are my eyes glued, To the window, passing cars. This battle is draining, As I slump into my chair, Success in me is straining, But here, I can breathe the air.
—Marshall Brown
In the past, Aires was created by a scientist who wanted to keep his sheep safe from wolves. Put in a blind rage from not getting a favored toy back, Aires smought it's master and ran off, only to be taken down and locked away for a sum of years. His consciousness fading into thoughts of malice and rage, harm and destruction. To be free to do as he pleased is what he longed for. Clicking, an ominous click for his minds eye to see his prey, lighting fast with claws of sharpened steel. Hearing the smallest pin drop within a strong throw of a stone. Daggers held in his mouth. 'Let me go... Let me go...'
(I hope this isn't as cliche as I think XP anyway Aires took a day and a half to draw, enjoy!)
Can't help but think the marks on his arm make him look a little like a Machoke. XD