Bloody Roza

I drew inspiration from one of her photos, which is why the artwork looks hand-drawn Skelligiri.

Sportacus rested his hands against the shower wall. Warm water cascaded over his sweaty body. He breathed slowly, his eyes closed. He was thinking—thinking about what was fast approaching: the anniversary of the day he began to feel like a monster.

It was dark as Sportacus ran. His crystal was signaling trouble; he feared the children had gotten into a jam. Upon reaching the entrance to the sports fields, he felt himself being shoved against a tree. He winced at the impact against his back and head. When he looked up, a figure appeared before him—dressed in an old-fashioned outfit. The figure had a pale complexion and… two protruding fangs. A vampire.