Black dog bit through the keeper's chain
Small and angry when the Devil came
Sold my soul like a pocket knife
There was no moon, there'll be no milk as sweet

Tomcat curled on a rabbit cage
Brittle fingers in the potter's clay
Sold my soul and I laid her down
There was no moon, there'll be no milk as sweet

Blue bird laughs on a fallen tree
Sunset burns on a quiet sea
Sold my soul and they ran me down
There was no moon, there'll be no milk as sweet

Iron and Wine: No Moon

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I don't know what prompted me to do this, but I enjoyed doing it nonetheless! Funnily enough I was listening to a Kiss With a Fist by Florence and the Machine but I think these lyrics fit much better with the image [still one of my favorite songs <3]

I don't draw my close beb, Aristaeus very much. He's an amnesiac ridden adorable Guardian dorkmuffin. He has one wing because it was ripped off because he was wrongly accused of treason so now suffers this burden in confusion and silence. His hair and wing were stained black to solidify his sin.
It seems I tend to draw this character with black, red, and white so much :I 

Also he's halfshifting here, hence weird hands!
This has been worked on quite often between commissions...

Art belongs to me Stitch please do not copy, trace, steal, etc.