Drawn in 2B and H sketching pencils, inked and then colored in PSP.
As the dark purple cat was slung across the room it began to change, head first, so that by the time it reached the floor it was no longer a cat at all. Pretty pink eyes looked up and into those of her captor's. The lord of all darkness stood towering over her as she bowed her head in shame. It was not good for one of her kin to become captured by such evil. For she was a spy for the good people of the earth, and knew in time that she would come to betray them. Her hands bound tightly behind her back, she was able to do nothing now. At the mercy of the man standing before her, she curled her tail arround herself as a feeble protection atempt, but it would not save her. No one could save her now.