This is the creepier version of my picture. I inverted it. XD It looks pretty cool this way too I think.
:thumb348922839: The original version.
A small story to go along with it that I was thinking of while drawing this. I'll never finish it, just want to put the small bit on here though.
It was a cold and blistery October night. A very young girl was all alone in a cemetery, visiting a grave that wasn’t old, but it wasn’t new either. She often visited it, even though she only knew her elder brother from stories her parents told her. He had died before she was born.
Even so she always brought flowers to his grave. She kneeled in front of the familiar tombstone and placed the flowers there, before glancing around and brushing back her hood. This cemetery wasn’t too far from her home, so she was able to sneak out during the night and do this.
She stayed there and looked up at the night sky, it was slightly cloudy and occasionally the clouds would cover the moon and make it dark, but they always passed. It was cold, cold enough to see her own breath with every exhale into the cold night.