☆ It was...horrific. Blood drenched his palms, the sleeves of his jacket, his face...especially on the blades of his hatchets. My heart stopped as I looked at him carefully step towards me, as if I were prey. Toby's brown eyes got even darker as his grip loosened from the hatchet in the boy's back. Did I ever mention that I find blood on men extremely attractive? AC: shatteredankles TW: There are topics of abuse in this story, so please read cautiously ☆

Juste un art book ;-;

Drawings. Paintings. Everything's here folks! Most of Warrior's 2016 art is in here! **DISCLAIMER: BAD ART ⚠️ I SUGGEST MY SECOND ART BOOK** ~Warrior 2017