I craned my neck skywards and roared at the heavens. I cursed any god or Patron who was listening with every breath until I couldn’t breathe in without coughing. Even then, I continued to curse, albeit in whispers and other pathetic sounds. To think that just that morning, I’d been ready to do whatever it took to get back into the Clans’ good graces, only to be exposed to this. How could I ever want to return to the Clans now…knowing they were capable of such senseless evil?

-Excerpt from 'Outcast'

I saw some of DOX's artwork on FA and wanted to get this pic done. I was surprised by the perspective he took the pic from, but hey, it works.