The Bleeder and the Butterfly

Happy Holidays.
Medium: Photoshop
Hours: Dunno. I'm sure I need to detail it more, but at the moment I'm satisfied and trying to finish other projects.

I used green and red in celebration of the 25th.

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He held the cigarette to his lips, drawing in a deep breath. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth settle into his lugs, and finally released the smoke through his parted teeth. Let it be enough, he murmured. My rations run low.

The prison was growing more acrid with every heartbeat; his side still stung from the earlier effects of the spell. He thanked the last threads of merciful light that drew him a little hope against the poison. The dust in the air danced as he quietly lowered the sleeve of his robe.

The smoke twirled against the light, folding over itself in delicate threads, finally spreading out to form transparent wings. The specter butterfly beat slowly, as if suspended in water.

"Fly," he smiled warmly at his pet, optimistic despite the heaviness of his surroundings. "Break though the fog. Find me a victim."