"He was the Colour of Blood..."

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The Red Bull ^

"He was the colour of blood, not the springing blood of the heart but the blood that stirs under an old wound that never really healed. A terrible light poured from him like sweat, and his roar started landslides flowing into one another. His horns were as pale as scars..." ~ Chapter 8 of Beagle's The Last Unicorn

So, here he is, finished. I couldn't really be driven enough to do a process like previous, I just wanted to crack on regardless.

I must admit I'm not looking forward to doing the unicorn. Don't know why that is. Perhaps it's just my dark heart :D