"I met my love before I was born. He wanted love. I taste of blood. He bit my lip and drank my war from years before."-Love Like Winter by AFI---For some reason, when drawing the picture of Yoshiro on the right, the first chorus to that song was running through my head. And because there was so much empty space, I just kinda pasted it there.Erm. A small compilation of two drawings I've done of Yoshiro. The one on the left is fair bit older than the one on the right, which was done last week/this week.Left:I'm happy with this serious doodle.. (well, I can't say 'silly doodle' if someone's like unconscious...and beat up right?) I'm satisfied with how the wounds came out... erm... yeah. He gets pretty torn up when he goes after an assassin who's tracking TetsuoRight:His pose is a little miffed shoulder area... and for some reason, my mind blanked on the gun, so that's why it's all weird, but I never wanted to go back and make it look better. I'm happy with the shading. I usually never have patience for it so.. yeah. It's a tribute to my new cabbie hat I picked up at the General Store. I love that place... -sigh-So ja...-mei Yoshiro belongs to my story in progress, 'euthanasia'.