Another idea-filled competition has ended, I walked through the night city of one of our four! winners, flew through an alien planet, the gaze of the Tuareg woman haunts me and I enjoyed your different artistic styles. My likes and followings swirled through the virtual world, I will prepare an invitation for the next competition in a moment and these competitions already have their doors open:
A powerful Caucasian male gladiator, appearing to be in his late twenties to early thirties, crouches low on the sandy arena floor, his body taut with anticipation. He wears a weathered metal shoulder guard and arm bracer, a simple olive-green tunic, and is barefoot, his muscular legs tensed. His expression ...