my saryn

“Wouldn’t you like a place to call your own? Away from the never ending sadness and scorn?”

“Oh but it’s all the same, all the same and you can’t seem to break away.”

“So you sit and hope that one day, one day you’ll find your way.”

“To a place you can call your own.”

I finished the lines and will now take a break.

My brother’s Saryn Prime in all her glory, plus hearts.
Like I said, the arms were the hardest part, but the leg tumor was challenging as well. There are still a few mistakes here and there, but I don’t care.

I wish the void would give me a Saryn Prime, but I guess it hates me.


I will post the finished work to deviantart first and here later, but it will probably take a bit longer, because my hand hurts.