Right it breathes and left it blows, Swinging swinging round your head, Your feet are up, kiss the floor, Roles are switched, knock on the door. Dance from Nomblau’s Falsetowns ————- Old version : https://thelittlewarriorcomic.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/011.png
Do you know about them? The tales with that fox and the wolf and maybe other animals? It always ends bad for the wolf, I think. But the worst part is, he never dies. Anne of Maumesnil, Prose from the[…]↓ Lire la suite…
Lower your guard enough, and you’ll have a chance to understand what your opponent wants. Lower it more than that, and I’ll smack your helmless skulls into your shoulders. Daily practice with Side Step
Did you see, did you hear, The stone danced, and it sang! Songs of wind, dance of fear, Of its death, getting near. Did you know, all along, Our true love will wither? Come right here, come near me, And[…]↓ Lire la suite…
In the wider continent, little is known about those masked warriors inhabiting the inhospitable Rocks. Their plumed helmets appear from time to time in the crowd of armies, or in the personal service of influencial figures. In my long, long[…]↓ Lire la suite…
What, a title drop, so soon???
I’d like to do many more pages like this one, featuring only large sceneries, but fear a bit there wouldn’t be enough action… still figuring out ways to manage the two together!
This is page number 4, can you believe it?
The Hunt begins.
