"He was the color of blood, not the springing blood of the heart but the blood that stirs under an old wound that never really healed. A terrible light poured from him like sweat, and his roar started landslides flowing into one another. His horns were as pale as scars."

piece for portfolio, had to illustrate some descriptive wording from a famous book so i picked up the last unicorn and devoured it in about three days

(i think the text is cheesy but we had to have it on the piece)