The soft sounds of water hitting against the rocks and sea birds flying above echoed across the empty pier. Damian stood along it, peering over the floating wreckage of ships, ships that had only days earlier been bustling with people. These ships stood vanguard over the shore, defending it to their last breath. They fulfilled that role, being destroyed and left to sink in the harbor... Now Damian sat there along the pier, wondering if his sacrifice- if their sacrifice- had gone in vein.
Finally got to more drawing, and I drew dragons for once
I know, been a while. I've been unhappy with the way I've drawn dragons and have been trying to change it up a bit. Also was in the mood to draw ships... destroyed ships
Yes, the US Navy still exists in the 23rd century. Still rockin' the boat
UER belongs to me, Damian also belongs to me