They're locking up the sun, the light of reason gone, n' hope has been succesfully undone The question's burning on, where is it coming from, no-one seems to know the monster born
<Prechorus> It's a bad trip on a sinking ship, when no-one seems responsible Scapegoat to rock the boat, yeah, we need someone expendable Volunteers to face the fears, can we be sensible And find a way to break the fall, find out the cure for all
<Chorus> Is there a hero somewhere, someone who appears and saves the day Someone who holds out a hand and turns back time Is there a hero somewhere, someone who will never walk away Who doesn't turn a blind eye to a crime
They're locking up the sun, they have their chosen one, you know this time they'll make him play along They're taking to the arms, the fathers and their sons, there's nowhere left to run and hide
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And in the emptiness, there's a solution, Just look within yourself for absolution x2
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My entry for the Guardians of St. Canard ArtRPG challenge this month. The picture is the aftermath of an RP we had where Weasel became wounded from gunshots, Electrocution, and explosions.
There's a possible aftermath story that I might write if Shadow and Nova's owners are okay with it. Also might update this if I find a good reference on how to create electrical burns on Weasel's costume.
As always, Critique is welcome, encouraged and appreciated on art techniques, critiques on character design restricted to my own unless you own the characters in question.
Weasel and Artwork (C) Myself Nova (C) Felony Kat Shadow (C) Aerokat Darkwing Duck and all related (C) Respective Owner(s) "Locking Up The Sun" And Lyrics (C) 2008 Poets of the Fall & Insomniac Records LTD.
