₪ My aspect is one of molting. Birds molt. Feathers fall away. Birds cackle and fly, winging up into troubled skies. Doubtless my changes are matched by your own. You. But you are a person, a human being. I am silicon and epoxy energy enlightened by line current. What distances, what chasms, are to be bridged here? Leave me alone, and what can happen? This.
– RACTER, THE POLICEMAN'S BEARD IS HALF-CONSTRUCTED
why dost thou spit at me?
just a quick neloth doodle — having gotten the dragonborn expansion of skyrim recently, i was so happy he recurred from morrowind that i had to draw him!