October25th #Inktober2019... He could feel the Cool Night Air and direction from which it Flowed, His Stomach Feeling Inside Out; All He could think about was Finding Something #Tasty to Eat, but He could not Grab his Keys because He couldnt Feel his Fingers... (Really wanted to continue and finalize the were-tiger story, how it might feel to change and not know why or what is happening. Letting the words really carry this one along with the long shadows and heavy use of black which makes digital inking fun. This is obviously a form of me, i see my dark complection as a shade of grey if i were to become a tiger, perhaps the black tiger. Its more interesting than the way it always is done. Sometimes its better being different, sometimes its th key to success)