Cornered, nowhere to go but over into the dark night far below. Swarming, the mass grabbed and clawed, scratched at the creaking walkway, wobbled it in a manner that had his heart leaping up into his throat. Zanarin could slash and stab, but nothing seemed to stop the seething mass of inky darkness, its seeking hands ever grasping.
He was exhausted, blood oozing from wounds far deeper then he cared to ponder.
Zanarin drew in a breath and wordlessly roared his defiance.
This is a gallery-quality giclée art print on 100% cotton rag archival paper, printed with archival inks. Each art print is listed by sheet size and features a minimum one-inch border.