@merylisk: I love your sketch, it's so cute<3
@meonlyred: I love the cuddling picture with Kaidan and the intensity between Saren and Shep in the second one. I'm sorry to hear someone tried to steal your art. There's nothing worse than someone claiming your hard work as their own.
@Rikketik: That's a darn good looking femshep. I can't wait to see the complete version.
I've always wished I could draw but I can't even scribble a straight stick figure and my photoshoping skills are non-existent. I've never even taken an art class; I played an instrument that counted towards those class credits. I like to at least think I can write, so write I shall...

Mercy had heard of the atrocities committed in Javik's cycle by both the protheans and the reapers, had listened to his stories of when his people turned the rachni into living weapons, when the reapers turned entire species' young into husks, and even less pleasant indications of what had been violated to create tools of war. None of his words or implications had sunk in until Mercy came across Sanctuary. The Illusive Man had voluntarily lured non-combatant refugees to a facility just so he could turn them into test subjects. He was turning humanity into slaves, weapons, she couldn't believe her eyes. Javik noted the dilation of her pupils and the way her mouth twitched with wordless anger.
He spoke in a soft bass that lacked the intensity with which he usually upheld; it was full of grim familiarity, neither chastising nor scolding in the wake of her lost nativity. "Yes, this process is known to me. You do not kill what can be useful. I'm sorry commander."
Mercy's hand twitched over the keyboard then balled into a fist. "So...it would seem. We're going to need a really big bomb."
Javik stayed silent, deciding to keep his disagreement to himself, for which Mercy was grateful. She might have flung a coffee mug or some other desk object at his giant prothean head. She knew he would justify all of this deceit by seeing another weapon that could be used against the reapers, a way to steal the enemies own slaves. Mercy silently vowed that if, in this war, she couldn't keep her dignity intact, she would at least keep her humanity.
Modifié par razviolet, 26 juillet 2012 - 01:29 .