#yzrch

Do not do this because of many reasons that I have posted about before on my Tumblr and have stated in my links. No artist is required to explain their reasoning for wanting to be respected (especially because some reasons are too personal to disclose) but I know there are others that feel this way. If you cannot respect me and my art, don't interact with it.

“I am not an android.”

Sephiroth's search for purpose was unending. He wandered all over Gaia, making a name for himself as a hooded mercenary by the name of "Seraph." Every day his mind replayed those words the Last Cetra spoke to him. Something he must do? What possible use did the Planet have need of someone like him? The same person who very nearly annihilated the Planet at the mercy of a Parasitic alien? No, he knew better. He was beyond redemption. Yet, he still chose to seek it. Today he'd been contacted through a burner phone for a new job. So he found himself in Junon, waiting quietly to speak with his latest client at the inn. 'Perhaps this will be it. My redemption.' Thought the cloaked former General. ---- The mission his client had tasked him with was simple in theory. Missing persons. Apparently for a while now people had gone missing in the forests west of Junon. Which in and of itself didn't seem unusual. It was likely a territorial monster that moved into the area. His primary objective was to first discover the source of the disappearances and report back. His secondary objective was to eliminate it if possible. He doubted it would be difficult. Based upon the reports, he was able to narrow down the disappearances to a specific region within the forest..Calmly and without fear he strode through the forest, observing the environment with a keen eye for signs of monster activity. 'No more than usual.' He mused, which was strange. Perhaps this mission would be more complicated after all? He hoped not. He was broken from his musings when he caught sight of a peculiar formation of boulders. "Hmm... A gap?" He muttered as he knealt down. Carefully he held his hand in the gap and narrowed his gaze thoughtfully at the feel of cool air. That meant there was something on the other side. It would be a tight fit for one of his size. But doable. Turning sideways he slowly shifted through. It was slow going, and more than once he cursed his size. Until finally he made it through. What he found genuinely surprised him. A house. Hidden within the forest, and Garden teeming with well tended plant life. He cautiously approached, his sharp eyes scrutinizing everything. There had to be a clue here. Perhaps someone he could talk to? He hoped they were friendly, whoever they were.

O_o I only saw this one just now. I don’t know when you sent that, my apologies. Asks sometimes don’t pop up for this blog of mine. Tumblr, duh.But no, I did not draw what you described there. Though that sounds hilarious.

I would be lying if i said he never does this. Calvin is king of accidental poop smears. 

SAVE ME, YZR