————— Heavy footsteps echoed through a lengthy, dimly lit hallway, carrying a lively, though slightly irregular pace. A cluster of unmistakably inorganic cadences followed close behind, their number alone nearly enough to drown out the comparatively diminutive footfalls of their leader. At the head of the line, a grayish male sugar glider, of noticeably shorter stature than his entourage, marched. Ahead, a large, intricately decorated wooden door, no less embellished than the hall it served to end, stood between them and their destination. On approach, the group halted, and the sugar glider pushed the door open with ease, in spite of its apparent mass. A faint wisp of smoke slipped through the door as it opened. “Good morning, Carlisle.” He called out into the now open room. Carlisle, a graying sabertooth, stood stalwart in front of a sizable stained glass window, which cast colored rays into the slightly smoky chamber it accented. He finished a drag from a near-finished cigar, and
————— Heavy footsteps echoed through a lengthy, dimly lit hallway, carrying a lively, though slightly irregular pace. A cluster of unmistakably inorganic cadences followed close behind, their number alone nearly enough to drown out the comparatively diminutive footfalls of their leader. At the head of the line, a grayish male sugar glider, of noticeably shorter stature than his entourage, marched. Ahead, a large, intricately decorated wooden door, no less embellished than the hall it served to end, stood between them and their destination. On approach, the group halted, and the sugar glider pushed the door open with ease, in spite of its apparent mass. A faint wisp of smoke slipped through the door as it opened. “Good morning, Carlisle.” He called out into the now open room. Carlisle, a graying sabertooth, stood stalwart in front of a sizable stained glass window, which cast colored rays into the slightly smoky chamber it accented. He finished a drag from a near-finished cigar, and
7 years have passed since the machines arrived in the city of Moscavinsk. Everything almost seems to have returned to normal…but the people didn’t forget that night. The sun rises once more over Moscavinsk. The flames of the Resistance are soon to be set alight. _______________________ Thwack. Bright morning rays pierced through the thin glass of a bedroom window, casting light into an otherwise dark space. In the center of that space, a young woman stood, in the middle of her morning routine. Thwack. One strike set the battle-scarred punching bag into a slow, steady swing. It had at one time been blue, but what blue had not faded was obscured behind a patchwork of gray textile. Thwack. The chain the bag hung from, and likewise, the bracket that held the whole apparatus aloft, groaned as it swung through another arc of motion. Thud. Each impact softly resonated through the building’s wooden structure, just forceful enough to escape the thin blue exterior walls. And yet, none
I’m that guy who draws Russian-Inspired sonic characters. I’ve lately became fascinated of Russian movies, comics and music, so call me a Russia enthusiast if you must. The stuff produced over there influenced my spark in creativity and you can see the influences those kinds of Russian media has on my characters. I hope you guys enjoy my stuff!
Favourite Visual Artist
Steven Butler,Tracy Yarley, Evan Stanley, ADayForYou, Glitcher, JoeAdok
Favourite Movies
Marvel’s MCU, Major Grom: Plague Doctor
Favourite TV Shows
The Mandalorian, various shows
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Avenged Sevenfold, L’One
Favourite Books
The BUBBLE Comic Universe, Major Grom, Exlibrium, etc