They're Onto Him Picture

the good fates a-hunting.

not medusas, gorgons, whatevers. those are the fates as described randomly in some book about greek mythology that i just can't recall right now. the dude's totally random.

he's just killed his wife, because she just. wouldn't. stop. comparing him to her newly-appointed brother. just. won't. stop. so he stranggled her.

when she stopped struggling, and his breathing normalized, he finally had the time to notice that creepy feeling going up and down his spine, as if someone's just behind his back, watching...

lineart by hand, colored by photoshop. erm, still labeled traditional though...
They're Onto Him