It’s here! So without any further waiting, I present to you artwork of Tiga Athanar from my story ‘The Street Urchin’
A quiet laugh was heard from inside the cage and a pale, bony hand grabbed onto one of the bars. The fingernails were long and chipped, the skin was almost flaky looking.Read more "The Street Urchin: Chapter Three"
Upon spotting Tiga peaking over, everyone’s mouths widened into Cheshire cat styled grins. Tiga felt a shiver course through her nerves and the hairs on her arms stood up on end.Read more "The Street Urchin: Chapter Two"
Tiga then let out a short laugh, the laugh of a broken soul, one that had given up.
“I’m pretty sure that I’m curse,” Tiga muttered, staring at the ceiling.Read more "The Street Urchin: Chapter One"