Everything you can imagine is real.

That one character from a Zodiac story you’re working on that’s still more or less five hurried chapters and a disorganized, complex concept

“Ophiuchus was undeniably God’s favorite creation of the Zodiac until he began to treat Heaven’s members with disrespect. Blinded by his fame and adolation, he took his place for granted. He acted as though the angels were his servants and that the twelve other Zodiac dieties were intitled to obey him. The Zodiac feared God’s wrath, so they did what Ophiuchus asked of them. In the end, however, Ophiuchus became greedy and wished for more than he already had.”

Something original I’ve been working on. Bleh. I can’t draw digitally to save my life. 

Born inside the gates of the family
Hardened by a Roman machinery
Cast among the building sites
The coiling wires, the shots collected

Called out in the wake of a lottery
Held inside the family gathering
Mirrored beams and doglike stretch
The wandering association

Murmurs in the dark confessional
And it rides along the road, ephemeral
As in animal life

Nexus Wander - The Ophiuchus

“He’s not an evil being, just…misunderstood.”